What A Rip Off…

If the movie hadn’t come out before he was born, I’d have said that the baby Ogres in “Shrek the Halls” were based on Isaac… Must be the cheeks.




Give A Monster A Home This Christmas


*please note: I wrote this a few weeks ago, and I haven’t had time to re-check the links- forgive me if any of the monsters mentioned here have already shipped off to new homes. *


It’s amazing what you can find on Etsy. I was looking under “Everything Else”/”weird” this morning, and I came across the Timid Monsters. These wee folk come from TrishCzech’s shop, Trupinys, and all are looking for adventure in foreign lands.

Someone is obviously having WAY too much fun with these guys- I spent a good part of this morning reading and laughing over the descrpitions posted with the monsters, like this one for Susy:

Susy sometimes acts like the mother of the Timid Monsters. Often she can be found making roast beef and sardine sandwiches with the crusts cut off, sewing buttons to socks, and making the beds with all the blankets and sheets tucked under the mattresses. She dislikes lime jello, sticky floors at movie theatres, and medication adverts on the telly.

She would be glad to see someplace new! Ask about international shipping!

Or Theodore:

Theodore’s main concern in life is his thinning hair. He is too proud to simply cover it with a hat, yet hates to catch people staring at the last few strands he has. Theodore likes to watch the clouds and imagine they are they are spaceships arranging themselves into one final battle.

Theodore is also interested in combustible engines, peanuts and international shipping; ask!

Have a look through the selection; as of today there are 53 monsters available. With a price range of about $2.50- $3.00 each, it doesn’t cost a lot to give one a home with yourself or a loved one, and I’m sure they wouldn’t mind spending a night in a Christmas stocking… or just go check out the pictures and descriptions, ’cause they’re too funny.

It looks like the monsters are shipped out of New Jersey; contact the sellerto ask about delivery charges outside the States.

Dear Chocolate;

Please forgive me for blaming you for the upset stomach I had earlier today. It turns out it wasn’t your fault at all, but this migraine I didn’t know was coming. I’m sorry I lashed out… let’s be friends again, OK?



Home Economics and BLAAAAARGH…

I feel I’m going to be sick. Maybe I should have had something to eat this morning other than 2 Lindors and a piece of toast with Nutella on it…

The countdown is well underway: in 2 days we’ll be on our way to our new home! I’m excited, nervous, happy, sad, anxious, and most of all, freaking exhausted. Still, we’re getting there. The packing was all done on time (even if I did neglect my kids a bit in order to get it done), we picked up the U-Haul trailer yesterday morning and packed it up, and Dad’s been on the road with the trailer and the cats (God love him!) since 5:10 this morning. We’re left with 3 suitcases, 2 carry-on bags and a playpen here… good thing Norah’s toys are still around, or we’d be pretty bored on this rainy day.

(Rain… I still need to get to Value Village and look for raincoats for me and the boys…)

Big changes are coming, and in the grand tradition of New Year’s resolutions, I’m planning some changes in my life. Not to get all ambitious or anything, but I want to get better about housekeeping, cooking, quality time with the kiddos and AJ, personal finances, and a few other things. Don’t expect quick progress or anything, folks, but now that my depression is under control and the boys are both a bit independent, I should have more time for these things… right?

I’ll be tracking my progress and recording my thoughts (don’t worry, not all of them) at http://www.adventuresinhomeeconomics.wordpress.com. Hey, I’ve already got a sporadically-posted-to parenting blo-… bl-… thing, why not one for the home-ec side of my life? You gotta keep ’em separated*. Goodness knows I’m in no way qualified to write a personal finance… thing… and I’m in no position to offer advice on anything, really, but recording my progress on goals might actually keep me accountable to someone/ something, so I’m going to pretend someone gives a rodent’s arse, mmmmkay?

In other news… damn, I need a haircut.


*Why hasn’t that song ever been used in a bra commercial? I’m just askin’.

Excellent Etsy

Here’s a great etsy shop for those of you who might have babies or toddlers on your Christmas list: mama monkey has a ton of great t-shirt designs available. I’ve already sent a link to the “Boob Man” onesie to my mom (hint, hint!), and I should really keep a list of all of the other ones I want for the boys. “Dr. Pooper” also struck me as ridiculously funny… It might be bedtime.

new MC

New post on Mommyhood Confidential

Other than that… I’m to busy to write. I’ve almost got all of our crap stuff packed up, ready to be loaded onto the trailer tomorrow, but I keep finding odds and ends all over the place that I need to get boxed up.

Have I mentioned that I really don’t like moving?

Graduation at Last!!!


OK, y’all, I’m officially married to a mountie. Woo-hoooooooo!

The weekend was great. Ike and I flew out on Saturday morning, having almost missed general boarding for our flight because I couldn’t find damned Park n’ Fly (long story), and then I had to struggle into the airport hauling the luggage, the playpen, the stroller, and Ike. Thanks for offering to help, everyone. Isaac slept a bit on the flight- not as much as I would’ve liked, but he was good while he was awake, so I’m definitely not complaining. He was getting bored by the time we got to Regina, though- so was I, actually. The friendly little fellow made friends with the woman who was sitting next to us and with several flight attendants, too. It was a WestJet flight, and once again, the crew was great. One of the FA’s looked a lot like a young Edward Norton, but I swear he sounded like the gayest thing to ever walk the Earth. He was faaaaaaabulous.

We got to the airport on time. I had really been hoping I’d be able to find a bathroom before we went down to the baggage claim area- no such luck. There was this gorgeous guy in a mountie uniform standing at the elevator doors waiting for us, and I hauled Ike and our carry-on bags out, exhausted, stressed out, make-up-less, and with my hair sticking out in a hundred different directions. Sexeh!  Maybe it’s a good thing I looked like crap- I wasn’t allowed to kiss him while he was in uniform, anyway. How unfair is that, I ask you?!

Isaac had no problem with getting scooped up by this big guy he hadn’t seen in 6 months; then again, Isaac is the friendliest kid I know, anyway- if you’re willing to make eye contact, he’s your best buddy. We got in the rental car (at which time we learned why people who have kids don’t have 2-door cars) and went back to Depot so AJ could get changed back into “normal” clothes. Then… NAP TIIIIIIME!

The hotel was great. We had a huge room with a king-size bed, and there was plenty of room to set up the playpen for Isaac. There was a free continental hot/cold breakfast downstairs every morning (with a waffle iron- cool!), and Isaac enjoyed crawling around to say “good morning” to everyone while we ate. By the end of the weekend, the families of the graduates all knew or at least recognized each other, and Isaac had big smiles for all of them every single time we bumped into each other.

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We went out for supper on Saturday night with AJ’s aunt and uncle, who drove in from Edmonton for the graduation. AJ’s parents couldn’t be there, but at least his family was represented. We went to a really nice steakhouse. Really nice… I’m glad they were paying, because we would’ve looked at the menu, ordered the garlic bread, and left. Isaac was an angel- we were there for at least an hour and a half, and he didn’t complain once, even though it was waaaaay past his bedtime.

Sunday morning was the chapel service- all 30 graduating members of AJ’s troop plus their families. The chapel is tiny, but lovely- it’s the oldest remaining building in Regina, and it has some beautiful stained-glass windows.  Following that, they all (the troop) placed roses in front of the cenotaph, and then it was lunch, family information session and… that was it for sunday, actually. Good thing, too, ’cause mister Isaac needed a nap really badly by then. So did I. We had supper that night at Moxie’s (best restaurant washroom I’ve ever been in), and we were out late again. Isaac fell asleep on AJ- it was pretty sweet. But do you think that child would sleep when we got back to the hotel? Noooooo. This was him at Moxie’s:


…and this was him back at the hotel:


He was all, What? You guys didn’t want time alone, did you? I like sharing a hotel room- sharing is fun! Let’s stay up ALL NIGHT LONG!!!

Good thing he’s cute…

Monday was the Big Day- swearing in, badges handed out, “Pass Out” drill performance (AMAZING!) and the banquet that night. It was all kind of surreal… it’s seemed for so long that we were never going to get to the end of this thing, and there we were, at the end. It was an emotional day for everyone- the families were happy to be getting their people back, and the guys n’ gals in the troop were happy to have the hardest 6 months of their lives done with, but it was hard for them, too- they had to say goodbye to these people who had been their family for half a year, who had gotten them through stuff that their “real” families will never understand.  It broke my heart… not enough that I’d let them have him back, of course, but you know… it was sad.

So on Tuesday morning, I finished packing stuff up at the hotel while AJ went back to depot to get his stuff ready to be shipped off. Our flights left within 15 minutes of each other- his to St. John’s via Toronto, mine to Toronto via… Calgary. Yeah, that seemed weird to me, too. Made for a long second leg of the trip, too- 3 1/2 hours with a tired baby. This may have been a good time to go with Air Canada, actually…

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The flight got in a little late, and then I had to (once again) haul Isaac and the carry-on luggage down to the luggage carousel using the stroller… and then pile everything onto the stroller and try to steer it out to the shuttle bus with Ike tucked under one arm. The bus driver helped get our stuff onto and off of the bus, but that was it- once again, not one person offered to help me. I hate Toronto.

It was hard to say goodbye to AJ, even knowing I’d be seeing him in less than 2 weeks. I do wish he’d been able to come back to fly out to NS with us next Saturday… or that ANYONE could go with us so I wouldn’t have to fly alone with the kids again… but there’s nothing I can do about that. We’ll get through it because we have no other choice.

(Oh, and if anyone’s wondering about how we did with sharing a hotel room with Ike… well, we were better off than the couple sharing a room with parents/ in-laws, that’s for sure…)