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…)


Who called it?!

Right up the back. Right. Up. The. BACK. I had to cut his shirt off of him. It was that or smear poop through his hair, and that was just too gross to comtemplate, especially when the shirt was almost too small, anyway. Thank God he didn’t do THAT on the plane. :S

It’s just a good thing he’s cute:

And All That Crap

I really need for this baby to poop. We are less than 48 hours from leaving on a Westjet plane to go to AJ’s graduation (about damn time, says I), and he hasn’t gone for at least 3 days (Ike, not AJ). I swear he’s trying to save it up for the plane ride, probably just after take-off. I hate those stupid, teeny-tiny airplane phonebooths bathrooms, especially for diaper changes.

I just put him in the exersaucer, not because he likes it- he’s actually somewhat opposed to being contained anywhere not that he’s a man on the move. He has a history, though, of waiting until he’s in that thing and then pooping right up his back. I’m not sure if this is because standing up makes him go, or if (as I suspect) it’s purely for dramatic effect. Either way, I’ve got my fingers crossed.


ps- new post at mommyhood confidential

Happy (early) Halloweeeeeeeen!

In the interest of freaking everyone the hell out a few days early, have a look at the scariest friggin’ doll on Earth (and I’m not talking about Chuckie, folks). The commercial doesn’t help… ugh. If I’m going to have nightmares about this, I’m talking all of you with me!

If that video doesn’t work, you could use this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VYSGVvA4ojE

…or just be thankful.

Have a Read

This is a great post about what it means to be poor- specifically, poor in the USA. It’s worth a read; so are the comments. The number of people who had so much to add to the list is kind of overwhelming, and a few of the replies made me cry (see #78, for example).


One of the things that struck me is the number of people who talk about not being able to afford to go to the doctor, not being able to get help for mental health problems, etc. I know people in Canada still have problems with affording medications and dental care (I wouldn’t have been able to without AJ’s insurance), but at least I’ve always been able to see a doctor when I needed one.

The other thing that breaks my heart is how being poor means your kids get to join the military. If that’s one of their life’s great ambitions, good luck to them, and God bless. But the thought that people join the army because that’s the only way they can get their teeth fixed… or because there just aren’t any other options… Rich people don’t have to worry about that, which just makes it seem like the people who didn’t grow up with that advantage are expendable, doesn’t it?

We’ve been so blessed. We’ve had tons of tough times, but there has never been a time when we couldn’t count on our families to help us pay the power bill if things were really tight, on friends to invite us over for supper when they could (or offer to babysit for free so the two of us could get out for a bit)- there was even a mysterious envelope in the mail once with enough $$ in grocery store gift certificates to get us through to the next paycheque. (And damn right we’ll do the same for other people in the future!).

The fact that we let our neighbours live like what you’ll read in some of the comments… it’s sick.

(see #124 for a great little story)


OK, you’ve heard about this Ashley Todd, who was (allegedly) attacked at an ATM in Pittsburgh by a big, dark-skinned guy who became so enraged when he saw a McCain/Palin bumper sticker on her car that he carved a “B” into her face? You’ve seen the picture?

Lots of people have mentioned the same thing I first noticed- namely, that the “B” appears to be backwards. I’m not going to say she’s lying, ’cause the police aren’t done investigating, and damn, would I feel bad saying that if I was wrong! But…

Doesn’t it remind you of that scene in “Mean Girls” where they show them all getting ready for the prom, and Karen’s putting a crystal “K” on her chest, looking at herself in the mirror… and she gets it backwards, because it looks right in the mirror? I feel kind of bad that that was the first thing I thought of.

The picture is all over the place- here’s a link to “Hillbuzz” showing the Drudge Report, where people seem to be taking this pretty seriously. If it really happened the way she described, it IS serious, of course. Hmmmm…


I’m sure y’all are familiar with the whole “prop. 8” thing happening in California- a “yes” vote means that homosexual couples will lose their recently-won right to get legally married.

This post on the subject is so beautiful, I almost cried. Have a read, let me know what you think.


Bestest Pop-Up Ad EVER.

Check this out: http://weirddave.livejournal.com/245809.html

I’m not sure if it’s scarier that someone would try this, or if it’s that people will actually fall for it…

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