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Talking up a storm

Margaret and Emily have really started asking questions in the past week more than ever.  Emily repeats a lot of what is said to her in the form of a question.  Margaret will say, ‘Where you goin’ Mommy?’ and I’ll say, ‘We’re going to get groceries.’  Emily will then pipe in, ‘We goin’ to get go-shees?’  Or, ‘I love you, Emily!’  ‘You love me?!’  It’s pretty cute.
A funny one that I wouldn’t have expected is that every time a song comes on they ask, ‘What’s this song called?’  When we were getting the go-shees this morning after dropping Andrew off at school, they wanted to know the name of every song that came on, and I hadn’t heard some of them so I either took a guess or said, ‘I don’t know!’  They get a bit thrown off by the ‘I don’t know’s because they really want an answer, and expect that I should be able to give one!
My aunt and uncle came over in the afternoon today for a couple of hours.  It had been a month since our last visit with them and they could really see a difference…

The day improved

The day improved after nap time.  The girls ended up sleeping for almost 3 hours - wish I’d known they’d do that as I’d have been a bit more productive initially, knowing I would still have time to rest, but still, it was a welcome break.  I managed to sleep off and on for probably about 45 minutes, which definitely helped me get through the afternoon.
When they got up I decided on a whim that we’d go for a visit to my parents’ place after school.  I was feeling bad about how things had been with Andrew in the morning and how sad he seemed when we left him at school (he said Margaret kept waking him up last night and he was tired) so as a treat I picked up some fries from a restaurant nearby that I know he likes.  I was apprehensive to do it because it meant taking both girls in with me and waiting and I wasn’t sure how that would go since we never really do that, but they were so well behaved.  I barely ever put them in the stroller anymore so I just held their hands and we walked in …

I just need a little time

The shelf is up in the laundry room and now I’m wishing I’d got one when we first moved here!  Which was 2 years ago today.  Wow, in some ways I can’t believe we’ve been here for 2 years but in others it feels like we’ve been here way longer.  It’s definitely home, and doing these little updates here and there makes it feel even homier, and a little bit new!
So far today I’ve been feeling really overwhelmed.  I think part of it is that I didn’t really get out at all over the weekend.  Yesterday James and Andrew were out for most of the day to attend a concert that the mil was in, so I was at home with the girls and yes we could have gone for a walk I guess, but without the van I wouldn’t be venturing far.  I think I’m feeling sad that James and I pretty much never get to go out just the two of us.  Later this week he’s accompanying me to my doctor’s appointment, and that’s pretty much the biggest outing we’ll have had together in a while.  How sad is that?!  He said we should plan some…

Oooh Snap!

I was able to get the downstairs bathroom painted this morning, so it’s all ready for my dad to put the new shelf up tomorrow and then I can think about decorating (nothing much, but something to spruce it up a bit and give it a ‘theme’).  It’s a bit disappointing when you re-paint a room the same colour it already was, because ultimately no one really sees the effort you put in.  To most people it would look exactly the same.  BUT the ceiling is ALL white now and looks SO MUCH BETTER (James said he never looks at a ceiling and doesn’t get why I care but honestly I must look at ceilings because it has bothered me since we moved in pretty much!) and the walls look clean and all the same colour now without any new drywall showing.  I’m really happy I finally managed to get it finished.  Although I still have the cupboards to do.  My goal is to have those done BY next weekend.  It’s going to look so much better once that’s finished.  Then I can move onto the next project, whatever that m…

Pro D Day

Andrew had a pro-d day today so we didn’t have to get ready and head off to school first thing in the morning.  It was the perfect day for this because it was SO RAINY all day today, like insanely rainy more so than ‘normal’ around here, so it was nice to not have to leave the house!  

The kids were definitely better behaved today than yesterday.  Not without their moments for sure, but over all they were very good.  Margaret had a bit of a fever in the afternoon and has been coughing, so I’m pretty sure she’s got some sort of virus.  I was feeling fine today despite thinking last night I was getting something, until just before dinner when all of a sudden I felt sick and threw up.  I throw up very rarely so it definitely made me wonder if I’ve got something, too (since Margaret threw up suddenly a few times the other day) but I feel ok at the moment.

Andrew played really well independently today.  I noticed that he spent a decent amount of time per activity (for a 6 year old, anyway) a…

Not one of my finer moments

Today was a terrible, horrible, no good very bad day.  From the very start.  I would have sworn it was a full moon because the kids were acting up beyond belief.  Nothing was good enough for any of them, the girls kept hitting, pinching, and biting each other (well, Margaret is the biter of the two...poor Emily!), they were throwing toys at each other, Andrew was being aggressive toward them and then got angry when they were mean back.  Total gong show, and that was all before 8am!  It just kept going and by the time we were on our way to school I had completely lost it, and DID lose it.  I yelled so loud that I’m sure if people had been walking down the street they’d have heard me.  It was bad.  I told them that this needs to stop, we need to be able to get along and enjoy our time together and not waste it being so negative.  I said I felt like they were all trying to win the prize of who could upset Mommy the most, because all they seemed to do was make me mad or upset and I couldn…

Zero faith in doctors

I’ve been bothered for a while by my lack of keeping up on recording our daily life on my blog the way I used to do when I only had Andrew.  It has been SO challenging since the twins came along to find the time/energy for it, but I’ve got the kick in the butt that I need to force myself now.  

I’ve had some issues with our family doctor recently that I’m kicking myself for not having documented, as back in the day I’ve been able to just check my archives and found the info I’ve needed for things.  I’ve actually used my blog lots of times to go back and find information that I need for some reason or another.  But blogging so sporadically since having the girls, I can’t rely on that anymore.  And it’s frustrating, so I HAVE to get back into it.

When Andrew was just shy of turning 5, we were going to a doctor’s appointment as a family to have our flu shots, and so we also booked the appointment for Andrew to get his Kindergarten booster shots.  You get those between the ages of 4-6 so we…

'I love you, Mommy!'

Emily has become obsessed with telling us she loves us, and when she’s not telling us she loves us, she’s asking us if we love her.  It’s really cute!  There have been quite a few times already where it has really boosted my mood to have her sweet little self wrap her arms around me and smile her adorable smile and say, ‘I love you, Mommy!’  Talk about melting my heart!
Last night at dinner and again tonight, Margaret sang, ‘Jingle Bells, Batman smells, Robin laid an egg!’  Although Andrew taught her other lyrics and tonight it was, ‘MOMMY smells’ because she was looking at me while she sang it.  Most of the words come out quite clearly, though it’s possible someone who didn’t know that version of the song might not completely understand the whole thing.  It’s amazing how much both girls are talking, though.  Definitely in full sentences, and they seem to understand most of what we say.  There’s the odd thing where you can tell they’re not clear on what we’re asking them, but that happ…

Andrew skates

This week Andrew started skating lessons with his Kindergarten class.  They only have 4 sessions total, but I think it’s an awesome introduction to skating, and it’s something I love about school - he’s getting into activities that I might not be inclined to get him into on my own.  I know one might argue that skating is a stereotypical ‘Canadian’ thing to do, but the truth is I don’t personally know how to skate.  Like, at all.  I went skating a few times in my childhood, but never enough to get truly comfortable balancing on the ice.  Let’s put it this way, the last time I went skating was on my Dry Grad night (so...um...in June of 1998…) and I may or may not have used one of those bars that little kids usually use for skating.  So yeah...I wish I could take Andrew skating but the truth of the matter is, not being able to skate myself means I can’t unless I enroll him in a class.
At the skating rink we’re going to with his school, they don’t believe in those bars because they don’t f…

Last Sunday's post that's getting posted now

Written on Jan 11...

Today it was just me and Emily for most of the day.  James took Margaret to the mil’s (who is moving soon, long story, but yeah) and he and Andrew went to Science World and met up with some friends there.  Emily is such a sweetheart and so easy to please.  Not saying Margaret isn’t a sweetie-pie, too, it’s just that she’s a lot higher maintenance in the sense that she is mischievous and also doesn’t like to sleep much.  Emily was happy to ‘play toys’ - mostly we played with the dollhouse and other playmobil toys they got for Christmas, as well as her Anna and Elsa dolls (both adult and child versions of each, of course!)  We also spent some time colouring and she loved it when I traced her hands on paper.
The terrible twos seem to have begun, although not really...I mean, I KNOW it could be so much worse!  Both the girls are generally very good throughout the day, exhausting yes, of course, what child isn’t, but fun and good-natured more often than not.  But sleep t…

Elizabeth and the terrible, horrible, no good very bad (even worse than that) day

That’s what it was, because Margaret is (or at least SHOULD BE) the current world’s record holder for Worst At Sleeping.  
She literally had me going upstairs TWENTY TIMES to get her back to bed from about 10:30pm-1:30am.  I felt like dying by the time I went to bed and was SO SURE she would sleep better after that because how can one person need to get up any more times than that through the night.  She didn’t even NEED anything.  She just ‘wanted hugs’ or ‘kisses’ or ‘tucked in.’  MADNESS.
But as soon as I went to bed she went from standing at the top of the stairs waiting for me to come up, to crying/screaming/beating on our bedroom door and calling for us.  I told James how things had been since he went to bed, and he took over.
The sucky thing is that with how close all our rooms are, it’s impossible for me to fall asleep when Margaret is continually screaming right across the hall. It’s one thing if I’ve already been asleep for hours and it wakes me up, it might take a bit of time …

Woes of the day

First hint of dejection and it’s only January 5th…(my bro’s 38th bday, just a little tidbit of info!)
James went back to work today, after being off since Christmas Eve.  I felt exhausted (as did he) the entire ‘holiday’, as ultimately Margaret sucks at sleeping and neither of us ever gets a good, solid sleep.  Ever.  So I never felt RESTED, but at least I was getting on average an extra hour of sleep than what I do usually.  James let me sleep a little longer in the mornings when he was here, but I’m up at 7 now that he’s back to the grind.  I was a zombie before I even dragged myself out of bed this morning, and the feeling never fully went away.  I managed to get about 20 minutes of sleep in while the girls napped, and may have slept longer if someone hadn’t knocked on the door (our Entertainment Book arrived, which I could have done without having my nap destroyed for...there’s no coupon for sleep in there!)  But the fact is, I felt tired all day regardless, and I bet if I’d manage…

The writer inside

When I was a child I imagined myself growing up to write novels.  In grade 2 my teacher, Mrs. Aspen, had us make book covers with our parents, and then she laminated them and stapled paper into them and gave us a title and off we went, writing our own little books.  At the back there were ‘Reader’s Comments’ and other kids in the class could tell you what they liked about your book, and we even had family members join the class so we could each read out our books and talk about them.  This was probably one of my favourite activities, ever (more so the writing of the book, rather than the reading of it out loud!)  We all had black and white photos taken of us outside in the school courtyard especially to have attached to our books, in the ‘About the Author’ section.  Along with having our pictures taken, we were asked a few questions, and when asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, at first I said, ‘A nurse’ but then I quickly changed that to ‘A writer.’
(Interestingly, I recently ha…

Just call me Monica

Today I did a big grocery shop.  I actually pretty well stuck to my list (one of my goals moving forward, not getting suckered into buying stuff we don’t actually NEED) and stocked up on things that I have recipe plans for already.  I’ve written out several slow cooker recipes that I want to try, and I even printed off a meal plan for the next week.  It’s something I’ve always wanted to be more organized with, but have never followed through with.  It feels good to know that our entire week of dinners is already planned out, so I won’t have to think about it each day.  I’m only planning Monday to Friday at this point, because James might do some cooking on the weekends, or we can throw whatever together.  For this week I’ve picked 3 slow cooker meals, one super easy to make meal (tacos and Mexican rice), and Friday night is either leftovers or an easy pasta dish with salad.  Done!  Fingers crossed I don’t have any slow cooker fails along the way.  LOL
I have to admit, I’ve totally been…