So, three weeks ago it was freezing. It was actually snowing. And today, today the girls went swimming in the lake. It wasn't like polar bear swimming either. It was a sunbathing hot day at the beach. The water was freezing. But it felt so good to be out, not in the rain, warmed by the sun, playing in the sand. We rushed home for a quick dinner then we had our parents team softball game. All the kids played in the woods while the parents had a great time too. Such an awesome day.
I have way more to say but my wrists are on fire again. So instead here's another photo (more at Flickr!)
I went to vancouver and i got a haircut (see up there) and i got a sad heart.
But then! I came home and it was spring and not just spring but practically summer!
Today we took the hammock out and i worked in the garden. I even raked up all the little bits of gravel from the driveway that had worked their way down the steps at the side of the house and filled up pot holes on the driveway.
Holy crap. Now THAT is exciting!
Seriously, when i am away from my home and shane, i lose all touch with reality. With the things that are important. The little beings that fill my heart with joy. The husband who loves me and i love to bicker with and make up with. Who drives me crazy by hanging his towel over the shower door every morning instead of on the rack when he know's i'm going to come in right after him and have to hang it up. That's what family is. Stinky socks, smelly morning breath, tickles in bed and toilets flushed while mommies are in the shower.
Parker is still trying to kill me. Seriously. Every night he wakes up several (and by that i mean at least six) times before i even get to bed. It is so frustrating not getting more than twenty minutes alone. But, you know, life is short and so am i. So today i realized that soon enough all of this will be over. Parker will be 3 and then 4 years old and i will have no more babies. I need to cherish every single frustrating moment like it's my last. Because it is.
I am attempting to block some ip addresses, but i am hopeless and useless with geeky stuff. If i block you please email me and let me know. This really only applies to those of you in british columbia!
Everyone else shooooo. Go enjoy your weekend.
Seriously, i thought i had seen it all when it comes to kids and toddlers. But parker? He is kicking my ass big time. Even his adorable cuteness and giant hugs and kisses and eyelashes from here to there are wearing thin. Perhaps it's the visiting of family or the huge surge of hormones that had better damn well only be my period coming, but the boy is hell on wheels. Or anger turned up to 11.
Today started out well enough, we set out on a morning of visiting with cousins and shoe shopping (them not me unfortunately.)
We went back to grandmas for lunch and down time before i left for my haircut. I have short hair and in my entire life and numerous tries i have found one stylist that can cut my very thick, coarse and curly hair. She is in vancouver. I make regular visits to my parents house under the guise of family bonds so that i can get a decent cut. Parker, being parker, is not only a mockery of the terrible twos, but also, very clingy – suffering from major seperation anxiety. Damn that attachment parenting again. So, parker comes with me on my cuts.
Today's appointment came at that ungodly time; the time when toddlers should be napping but refuse to and are thus rendered incapable of anything but emotion intense.
The minute we walked in the salon he slammed his matchbox cars on the ground and began screaming and crying. He beat me about the chest as i was getting my hair washed and my stylist, bless her, still tried to give me her wonderful neck massage during this scene. What a total waste of the best thing that happens to me without the expectation of canoodling.
I had booked an appointment for a cut and colour. But quickly resigned myself to just the cut and we all know that a great cut can only be awesome when highlights are attached.
The afternoon continued in similar fashion reaching it's logical conclusion when my 91 year old grandma came to visit in the middle of massive temper tantrum number 12. She lasted 4 minutes before she braved the steps back out of the house with a quick wave to my nasty son and slipping ten dollars to the other three for putting up with the beast.
Tomorrow home. Putting ad in paper under "free for all."