tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27803040538540788292024-02-01T20:49:57.796-08:00This Or The HouseworkKatherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00764533057794686628noreply@blogger.comBlogger80125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780304053854078829.post-22486773890870235062013-02-27T07:23:00.002-08:002013-02-27T07:33:53.328-08:00Conversations I Never Thought I'd Have (Vol 1)Hubby: Do you know where the toilet training seat is?<br />
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Me: No the boys haven't used it for a while, why?<br />
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Hubby: I don't know, Sean just doesn't look very comfortable perched up there like a gargoyle.<br />
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And just to add to that visual... if you walk by at the wrong moment, that particular pooping position allows you to see.... uhhh... droppage?<br />
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Yup... that image is yours now... treasure it :)<br />
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<br />Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00764533057794686628noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780304053854078829.post-17199092996705348272013-02-13T14:47:00.002-08:002013-02-13T14:47:49.170-08:00Does This Still Count?So in my last post I mentioned that I had an announcement I wanted to make. Well I still want to make that announcement even though it's not entirely valid. Ok... ready for it!?! I.... AM... ER WAS..... PREGNANT!!!!<br />
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This will be SHOCKING to the 4 people that read this, that include family and friends that have seen and met the result of this pregnancy. Regardless I am not going to let this deter me from documenting as much as I can remember from this pregnancy as possible. So here goes...<br />
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I have to say I was sooooooooo excited to find out the gender of this baby. Now I know that typically gender can be determined at around 18 weeks so when my OB gave me my paperwork and told me to call and book my ultrasound around 21, 22 weeks to give baby time to get a little bigger, I was all like, "LISTEN YOU.... wise and talented doctor. I will do just that. Thank you for your educated and insightful input." Which is not EXACTLY what I wanted to say but I figured if you should be polite to a waitress so you don't get spit in your food, you should maybe take it easy on the woman who's going to remove a person from your vajayjay. Thoughts?<br />
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Somehow I managed to wait for that day and exploited my boys' cuteness to announce our pregnancy to some family, friends and co-workers and to reveal the gender to our immediate families, in the below manner..<br />
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Scratch that... in a manner that you will NEVER be able to see as I can't figure out how to get videos from my phone to here. Just imagine my handsome little men opening little treat bags to reveal PINK cakes... and being completely unimpressed.<br />
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IT'S A GIRL <3<br />
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<br />Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00764533057794686628noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780304053854078829.post-76198000308155099632012-04-19T09:55:00.001-07:002012-04-19T09:57:09.138-07:00The Post Where I Return and Make TWO Poop References I still think about this little corner of the internet. Much more than you would think for someone who hasn't posted in almost 2 years. Lately I've been thinking about it a lot. Maybe because I may actually have something relatively interesting to write about, instead of post after post about how disappointed I am that the Pinterest app on my phone never works, and I am forced to bring the whole laptop to pin from the crapper.<br />
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Maybe.<br />
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The reason is not really important, what's important is that right in the midst of my internal 'to blog or not to blog' struggle I received a sign. Just the other day while enjoying a beautiful day out in the sun with my in-laws, my Father-in-law mentioned that he had checked this blog the other day and since I hadn't updated in so long he had deleted the bookmark on his laptop. The apparent high demand for bookmark space on his laptop has inspired me and I am back. Hopefully he's complimented by that and not extremely offended. Or if he is offended hopefully it turns into a really great story to blog about. Either way.<br />
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So for anyone who was not forced to choose between this site and bookmarking a website on proper manure application (I'm assuming that's what he replaced me with), I hope to have lots of updates shortly including a big (to me) announcement :)Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00764533057794686628noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780304053854078829.post-76495675532526758162010-08-25T13:54:00.000-07:002010-08-25T13:54:03.387-07:00Digging for TreasureWorried about us?<div><br />
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</div><div>Want an update?</div><div><br />
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</div><div>I just saw Sawyer pick his nose, study his findings and place them safely in his pocket.</div><div><br />
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</div><div>This is my life...I'm learning to choose my battles.</div>Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00764533057794686628noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780304053854078829.post-75742407410070132892010-07-09T00:30:00.000-07:002010-07-09T00:30:00.125-07:00Happy Kind Of Birthday HunnyToday is my dear husband's birthday. Kind of.<br />
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I say that because he was born this day in 1981, making him 29 this year. So while today is technically the anniversary of his birth, it seems that this specific birthday's only purpose is to remind his family and friends that his youth is behind him.<br />
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Today, and in the days leading up to today my husband's life has been filled with such witty and thought provoking remarks as...<br />
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'29 eh? Next year's the BIG ONE'<br />
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'Big 3-0 next year, man! It's all down hill from there.'<br />
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'29 is really just a place holder for 30 so I'm not getting you anything.'<br />
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That last one was me, but if more of you say it to him it might actually fly. And if you're not willing to do that and insist on getting him something... can I sign your card?<br />
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So while everyone else is looking towards the saggy future, I want to take a minute to acknowledge what a great, good looking, funny and sweet, YOUNGER wife you have. And I'll still be all those things next year so I guess you're not doing too bad for yourself!<br />
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Oh yeah and your kind of the greatest husband and father EVER!! So you've got that going for you too!<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;">HAPPY ALMOST 30TH BIRTHDAY KEV!!! </span><br />
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</div><div>Here is a conversation I had earlier with my almost 3 year old son.</div><div><br />
</div><div>3 year old: 'Mommy say knock-knock'</div><div>Me: 'Knock-knock'</div><div>3YO: 'Who's there?'</div><div><br />
</div><div>(alright I'm with you kid)</div><div><br />
</div><div>Me: 'Boo'</div><div>3YO: 'Boo WHAT?'</div><div><br />
</div><div>(really?!?!?!)</div><div><br />
</div><div>Me:'Nevermind... why don't you tell me a knock-knock joke?'</div><div>3YO:'Ok... Knock-knock'</div><div>Me:'Who's there?'</div><div>3YO:'Apple'</div><div><br />
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</div><div>Me:'Apple who'</div><div>3YO:'Woof woof I'm a puppy'</div><div><br />
</div><div>Maybe it's me? Maybe his sense of humour is just too sophisticated? But I just can not find the co-relation between that apple and the dog.</div><div><br />
</div><div>But maybe that's the joke?</div><div><br />
</div><div>Maybe... but more likely??? It's lucky he's so ridiculasly good looking.</div><div><br />
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</div>Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00764533057794686628noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780304053854078829.post-50778770304971050282010-07-04T10:25:00.000-07:002010-07-04T10:25:57.979-07:00It's My Anniversary and I'll be Snotty If I Want ToAs of July 1st 2010 I have been married 4 years. I celebrated this milestone by waking up in an empty house. My husband choose that day and the one before out of all the 365 days in the year to go on a kayaking trip with his father. His logic was that, since I had to work, we wouldn't get to see each other anyway. Plus he would be home in time to take me to dinner and a movie. Sound logic, sir.<br />
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But there's one little detail you did not take into consideration.<br />
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It's our anniversary so I don't have to succumb to logic. Let the guilt trips begin.<br />
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You like apples?<br />
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My kids also choose that evening to have a sleepover at Grandma's. Which brings me back to waking up in an empty house.<br />
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I spent the entire previous evening curled up in the fetal position, baseball bat in hand, because OBVIOUSLY burglars were going to choose that night to come after my wealth of broken toys and dirty laundry (the only things I have a wealth of). When I finally realized that, that would actually be a good thing (better they pick them up then I) I was able to fall asleep.<br />
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The next morning I woke up to lots of blankets, extra pillows and room to sleep in whatever position I so desired. Which I did. Through SEVERAL snooze cycles.<br />
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Then I woke up and got ONLY myself ready, just to get in the car and drive straight to work... not 20 mins out of the way (to the sitter's) and then to work.<br />
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So I was going to make Kevin make up for this in a big way on our next anniversary, but instead I think I'll just book him another kayaking trip.<br />
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Happy Anniversary Hunny! You look as handsome now as you did on our wedding day! You totally can't even tell you have 2 kids! <3<br />
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Naw I'm totally joking. I'm pretty sure 2.5 half is a touch young to be 'boozin' it up' (It's in the parenting manual somewhere). And besides that I've already made up my mind that I will be one of those completely oblivious mothers that doesn't notice the clanging of glass in my son's backpack as he dashes out for a 'study date at the library'. <br />
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Not that, that would happen. <br />
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My kids are perfect. <br />
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Anyways, you probably want to know why my toddlers were at a kegger. That's reasonable. It's because Kevin's cousin just turned 30. So it was a family oriented party<br />
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With a keg.<br />
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And at least one person trying to drink themselves back in time. (Unsuccessfully I might... Sorry bud, you're still 30)<br />
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Oh yeah and the first kegger Sawyer attended? Well it all started 20 years ago when my in laws decided not to take 'family planning' very seriously and my husband ended up with siblings 9 and 10 years younger then him. So my children were born with a teenage aunt and uncle.<br />
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It makes for some interesting life experiences...Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00764533057794686628noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780304053854078829.post-45835281173303901592010-05-11T15:19:00.000-07:002010-05-11T15:19:42.430-07:00Day in the life3:40AM - My alarm goes off. Since I'm not even sure that's a real time, I hit snooze, hoping that when it goes off again, the clock will say something much more reasonable.. like noon or something.<br />
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</div><div>3:49AM - It doesn't. I get out of bed anyway.</div><div><br />
</div><div>3:50AM - I pee, and check my email. That's right kids, I multi-task at 3:50am. Try not to compare yourself to me, we're all created different and that's not your fault.</div><div><br />
</div><div>3:51-4:25ishAM - I straighten my hair, and ears and whatever else gets in my way while I'm trying to perform this activity half asleep.</div><div><br />
</div><div>4:25-4:35AM - Apply make-up. Yeah it takes me 10 whole mins, but it's worth it... I clean up good ;)</div><div><br />
</div><div>4:35AM - I sniff my jeans to see if I can get another day out of them. It's rare that I can't.<br />
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4:36AM - I irritate the piss out of Kevin by bumping into, or stubbing my toe on everything in our bedroom, in an attempt to find my clothes and get dressed in the dark (you know, so I don't bother him).<br />
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4:45AM - I start looking for my keys.<br />
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4:55AM - I wake Kevin up to ask him if he's seen my keys.<br />
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4:55.5AM - He asks if they're on the kitchen table. I say that's the first place I looked.<br />
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4:50AM - I start stomping around the house and making aggravated noises.<br />
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4:51AM - Kevin gets out of bed and finds my keys on the kitchen table. I accuse him of planting them there just to make an ass out of me. He totally would too.<br />
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4:52-5:05 - I load the car with diaper bags, lunches and kids.<br />
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5:15 - I stop at Tim Horton's. Obvs! It's 5:15 *EH AM* and I'm Canadian.<br />
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5:30 - Arrive at the babysitters. <a href="http://thisorthehousework.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-none-of-you-thought-to-warn-me.html">You all know that story! </a><br />
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5:45AM - 2:30PM - Get berated and walked all over.<br />
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2:45PM - Arrive at babysitters and immediately start making empty promises to get my kids in the car.<br />
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3:05PM - Arrive at home and feel the wrath of my empty promises.<br />
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3:05PM - 8PM - Laundry, cleaning, cooking, ICarly watching, eating, baths.<br />
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Just kidding! Anyone who works full-time, with 2 toddlers who says they do all that is lying. Or a robot. Probably a robot.<br />
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8PM - 8:30PM - Convince Sawyer there's nothing to be afraid of in his room, and disappoint him repeatedly by telling him he can't sleep in Mommy and Daddy's room. That is apparently, the absolute worst news you can give a 2 year old.<br />
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8:30PM - Shower.<br />
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9PM - Sit down and spend some time with Kevin, because I like to run off at the mouth and say things like, "Without the love Kevin and I formed in the beginning, we wouldn't even have kids. So I feel like one of the greatest gifts we can give our kids is to take care of that relationship." And then people are all "Awww that's so true!" So I feel obligated to back it up by sitting in the same room as him while watching assorted forensic investigation shows <3. You're welcome kids!<br />
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10:30/11:00 - Stumble around the house just praying that I end up in bed before I fall asleep.<br />
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Now I want you to know that I'm not telling you this as an excuse for why I blog so infrequently. I'm telling you this for the pity and sympathy. Let me have. I mean really lay it on thick.<br />
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And use words like 'unbelievable', 'incredible' and 'sassy'<br />
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Thanks!<br />
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</div></div>Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00764533057794686628noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780304053854078829.post-81921596499526603762010-05-05T16:00:00.000-07:002010-05-05T12:59:11.162-07:00What?!?! None Of You Thought To Warn Me?Sometimes I just have to sit back and look in awe at my own stupidity.<br />
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Not only do I let myself think "I wish Sawyer wanted to stay with me instead of going to the babysitters!" I actually sit my ass down and WRITE IT DOWN FOR THE WHOLE FRICKIN WORLD TO SEE.<br />
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I mean, COME ON. Have I never heard the phrase 'be careful what you wish for???'<br />
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I was just BEGGING for that to come back and bite me in the ass. Really.<br />
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So NOW instead of him being psyched to have a fun day with friends and me feeling a sense contentment I have to push him off me, look him in those little blue eyes, while he's screaming and BEGGING me to stay and walk out the door.<br />
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Yeah that's way better IDIOT!<br />
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Then you know what that child does to me? Looks me right back in the eye when I pick him up and tells me that he doesn't want to go with me. He wants to stay.<br />
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Of course you do kid.<br />
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Because any other way would ease the guilt.Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00764533057794686628noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780304053854078829.post-25314749441210966662010-05-03T15:05:00.000-07:002010-05-03T15:05:22.244-07:00Paying the PriceI just took out the garbage, which in and of itself, is newsworthy.<div><br />
</div><div>But it gets better. </div><div><br />
</div><div>As I'm hauling the bag out of the garbage can I happen to notice a cupcake. Upon closer inspection I find that there are, in fact, 3 cupcakes in the garbage. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Oh it get's even better...</div><div><br />
</div><div>ALL of the cupcakes have the icing and sprinkles gnawed of the top. TODDLER STYLE!</div><div><br />
</div><div>You may take this time to judge me for not keeping a closer eye on my child. I'll be spending the evening peeling him off the wall.</div><div><br />
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</div>Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00764533057794686628noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780304053854078829.post-53259948889873386542010-05-01T15:41:00.000-07:002010-05-01T15:52:47.081-07:00The Fastest Year Of My Life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One year ago today we discovered that Sawyer had broken my camera.</div><br />
We discovered it at 8:29am when we tried to use it to take a picture of his newborn baby brother.<br />
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Somehow, between that moment and today, a whole year disappeared.<br />
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Since Sean only started sleeping through the night like last week, most of this past year is a blur to me. Soooo instead of a long profound post about how having a second child has changed my life and how complete Sean has made me feel, I'm going to post a glimpse into his life thus far through photos.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here's the photo we used to introduce Sean to facebook. MEANINGFUL!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">They're all mine <3</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">The day Sean met his big cuz Gavin. I'm just going to have to go ahead and apologize now to all of you ladies out their having little girls... I can only hold these heartbreakers back for so long. They're going to be bigger then Bieber.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">About a month after Sean was born a good friend (from Mandy Taggart Photography) took some professional shots of the fam. If you look closely at this one you can see the wet spot on the dark blanket where Sean peed.</div><br />
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</div>Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00764533057794686628noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780304053854078829.post-89851577103068855372010-04-14T14:38:00.000-07:002010-04-14T14:38:52.466-07:00A RevelationIt has been brought to my attention that while I have found a couple reasons to keep Sawyer (<a href="http://thisorthehousework.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-ive-decided-to-keep-my-children.html">he LIKES doing housework</a> -maternity test pending- AND <a href="http://thisorthehousework.blogspot.com/2010/02/skunks-got-stink-my-kids-got-cute.html">he thinks I'm a superhero</a>), but not little Sean. So basically I'm looking for your best offer. I accept cash, credit and money order.<br />
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I kid. I kid.<br />
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I now realize why I've kept Sean around so long.<br />
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He loves me! <br />
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Don't get me wrong, Sawyer loves me, but he is a social animal. Every morning I take them to the sitter's and Sawyer waltzes in, throws his jacket on the ground and get's straight to being the life of the party. When I pick him up in the afternoon, I have to drag him away from his 3 year old friends, kicking and screaming.<br />
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Even once I've got him all settled at home with a little mountain of easter candy (don't judge me - I've got a 2 year old's love to win here), he still spends our precious few hours together asking when we're going back to the sitter's house.<br />
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But Sean, my sweet, little, baby Sean, balls his eyes out when I drop him off, then greets me with a huge smile and outstretched arms when I pick him up.<br />
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He knows how to treat a mommy right!<br />
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1) Do NOT buy cute little underpants with a large, colourful, appealing image on the rear. It will result in a very long, drawn out argument with your toddler about whether of not you have put these underpants on backwards. An argument that will lead your toddler to questions your capabilities as a caregiver, in turn causing an emotional breakdown in both parties, and finally ending in chronic bed wetting in one or both of you. Kind of counter productive, huh?<br />
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2)Do NOT allow your child to roam the house naked. Friends of ours insisted that the only way they were able to get their child to stop wetting his pants was to strip him down to his birthday suit and set him loose. Apparently it worked like a charm for them. I jumped all over this method. I was all like 'You mean he'll use the potty AND I won't have to go through the hassle of actually dressing my child?!?!? uhhh SCORE!!!" I don't know what I was thinking. I just hope that I actually FOUND all the little puddles.<br />
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3)DO sit down and have a lengthy discussion with your child about reducing the size of their carbon footprint. They're either filling up the dumps with their dirty diapers or wasting one of our non renewable resources with the 18 loads of laundry your doing everyday. And really, what toddler doesn't respond positively to a good healthy political debate?<br />
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4)And finally, corn does NOT break down in the digestive system. This is not so much a tip as a.. let's say... heads up.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">DISCLAIMER: I have not, in fact, successfully potty trained any children. Although I have tried, unsuccessfully, on several occasions, so I will maintain that I am, in fact, an authority on the matter.</span>Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00764533057794686628noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780304053854078829.post-86022781147046102722010-04-02T17:41:00.001-07:002010-04-03T16:40:48.894-07:00Happy Easter!!I have got some bad news for any moms out there that were holding out hope for a 'World's Greatest Mom' mug this Easter, because I totally swooped in and scooped that title this weekend.<br /><br />I washed all our sheets and towels and hung them on the line to dry (we also turned off the bought air and opened all the windows... take THAT hydro bill), had a picnic lunch on the lawn with my family, and helped my son learn to ride his bike!<br /><br />So that mug's mine <strike>SUCKAS</strike> almost as deserving fellow Mamas! Better luck next year!<br /><br />There was only one little snag in our otherwise perfect day.<br /><br />On our walk around the block Sawyer and I spotted a dead squirrel.<br /><br />"What's that Mommy?"<br /><br />"Don't worry about it hunny"<br /><br />"That's the Easter Bunny!"<br /><br />"Aw Jeez"<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbbcixICzRfkAB4X_2jcmwQmwAWCU8eHAcLOxEqkiSHIBWNTqCioRgFavxg5nZJtnGHgND86r9VZfwZxlaXO4zogICmrXu5wDqTiMQ3MMBbbvP7c1q5LKnQGmOIca22sBQcVdsrNKD6Scn/s1600/easter_bunny.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbbcixICzRfkAB4X_2jcmwQmwAWCU8eHAcLOxEqkiSHIBWNTqCioRgFavxg5nZJtnGHgND86r9VZfwZxlaXO4zogICmrXu5wDqTiMQ3MMBbbvP7c1q5LKnQGmOIca22sBQcVdsrNKD6Scn/s320/easter_bunny.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Image from http://everythingeaster.com</div><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Happy Easter Everyone!! </span></span><br />Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00764533057794686628noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780304053854078829.post-85024327390623332142010-04-01T14:43:00.000-07:002010-04-01T14:43:53.277-07:00Pardon Me?!?!?!So I glance over at Sawyer earlier this afternoon and the kid has his GAME FACE on.<br />
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Glazed over eyes.<br />
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Pursed lips<br />
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Clenched jaw.<br />
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Bright red face.<br />
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I'm forced to ask a question I don't really want the answer to, "Are you pooping bud?"<br />
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He snapped out of his trance, fixed his steely glare on me and announces...<br />
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"I need PRIVACY mommy!"<br />
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Well Sawyer, to that I say, you can poop without an audience when I can.Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00764533057794686628noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780304053854078829.post-15446435085268784912010-03-26T15:34:00.000-07:002010-03-26T15:34:55.095-07:00One of Those Days<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">5 Months 16 Days 23 Hours 44 Mins until we're out of the terrible twos.</span></b></div><br />
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Today I went to get a very overdue eyebrow wax. Like birds had taken up residence in the out of control nests over my eyes, kind of overdue.<br />
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That's not important to the story. Just makes for an interesting visual.<br />
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Anyways, so I'm right in the middle of having the hair ripped off my face when the waxer's friend waltzes into the room and strikes up a conversation. Which, leads to the total distraction of said waxer, leading her to DRIP HOT WAX INTO MY EYE?!?!?!<br />
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Uhhh lady? I don't think that goes there.<br />
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If you're anything like my sister, your immediate reaction to that is, 'I hope you didn't pay for that.'<br />
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Oh yes... I did.<br />
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'Eight bucks for the partial blinding? No Problem! Here's 10... keep the change!'<br />
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At least I can be thankful it was only my eyebrows I was waxing!Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00764533057794686628noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780304053854078829.post-6313054810250614812010-03-24T13:55:00.000-07:002010-03-24T13:58:05.353-07:00101 in 1001 Update #10I feel like since it's my TENTH update it should be somthing momentus. Like it should come with a huge giveaway, or like.. commerative t-shirts or something. That's actually really good... I'm going to keep that in mind for my 100th. I'd place your order now, I have a feeling the demand for these tees is going to be OUT OF CONTROL. Plus it's probably going to have a pic of me on it, and you don't want to miss the opportunity to proudly display my face on your chest.<br />
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My tenth update will not include commemorative tees, but at least I actually accomplished some stuff. Which is good because it would've been pretty embarrassing to have nothing since I've been MIA for 3 weeks.<br />
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So without further ado...<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">44)Get a Drastic Haircut</span></b><br />
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I think this may have been a symptom of my <a href="http://thisorthehousework.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-to-me.html">quater life crisis</a>, but it totally backfired because I ended up with 'Mom Hair'.<br />
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Long <strike>hair</strike> story short, I had long dark hair and then this happened....<br />
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and now I don't.<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">70)Win the Lottery</span></b><br />
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Now don't go making up stories about how we're distant relatives or old grade school buddies or whatever, because I already spent the $20.<br />
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On more lottery tickets.<br />
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Which I lost on.<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">79)Do Our Taxes on Time</span></b><br />
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Yes we did get a return and yes it is already spent.<br />
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On more lottery tickets.<br />
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Just kidding.<br />
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Kind of.<br />
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I'm actually pretty sure I've crossed something else off the list as well, but I'm so terrified of jinxing it that I'm going to have to refrain from bragging about it this week.<br />
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If you'd like to see the entire updated list you can find it <a href="http://thisorthehousework.blogspot.com/2009/12/101-things-in-1001-days.html">HERE</a> or over there -----> somewhere.Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00764533057794686628noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780304053854078829.post-64425151196652993172010-03-22T04:13:00.000-07:002010-03-24T13:58:32.462-07:00ActuallyRecently my husband let it slip to the family that I have a blog. Presumably because he was <strike>looking for an easy out</strike> bursting with pride and adoration. Since that time they have been dying to click over here and find I've made them famous by posting about them.<br />
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They haven't said as much, but they don't have to.<br />
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I can see it their eyes.<br />
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So here it is kids. You can thank me with gifts. Expensive ones.<br />
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My absolute favourite thing about my family knowing about my little corner of the internet is, without a doubt, their ability to work it into ANY conversation.<br />
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ME: Sean FINALLY cut a tooth.<br />
Family Member: I know. I saw <a href="http://thisorthehousework.blogspot.com/2010/02/open-letter-to-seans-teeth.html">the post</a> about it on your blog. He's having a rough time with it, eh?<br />
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Family Member #1: We got the kids some treats.<br />
Family Member #2: Careful, you'll end up being <a href="http://thisorthehousework.blogspot.com/2009/12/childhood-obesity.html">blamed for childhood obesity</a>! (Touche)<br />
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ME: How was your day?<br />
Family Member: YOU HAVE A BLOG!!<br />
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They also thoroughly enjoy the deep shade of red my face turns when they tell anyone who will listen about the existence of this blog. And they ALWAYS follow up that revelation with the phrase, "It's ACTUALLY really good." Don't worry family, I'm not reading into your emphasize of the word ACTUALLY.<br />
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But in completely unrelated news, I will ACTUALLY be putting the money I planned to use for your birthday presents this year towards a <strike>new laptop</strike> good charity. Because I know you'd ACTUALLY like it that way! Your welcome!Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00764533057794686628noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780304053854078829.post-81716749995497541002010-03-21T02:16:00.000-07:002010-03-24T13:58:32.466-07:00Beautiful Blogger<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, tahoma, 'times New Roman'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">So while I had been gallivanting around ignoring my blog, I actually received a couple of awards from some awesome, much more dedicated, fellow bloggers. So I'm going to post about them one at a time... you know... cause I'm desperate for content.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, tahoma, 'times New Roman'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">So without further ado...</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC6TLS3Hi1VKG-gMMpmzpj-NXesjo0zVGdyqpRb2lyAMeK3HMt4sRZdgKo81xSV4CCArnenhhvHkxoMY4JTGy77yLzwc2dgrUPexLd4S642QcCCiE0TQEnp4L5DnH77fgS9XLi_yzpw9MC/s1600-h/beautifulbloggeraward.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC6TLS3Hi1VKG-gMMpmzpj-NXesjo0zVGdyqpRb2lyAMeK3HMt4sRZdgKo81xSV4CCArnenhhvHkxoMY4JTGy77yLzwc2dgrUPexLd4S642QcCCiE0TQEnp4L5DnH77fgS9XLi_yzpw9MC/s320/beautifulbloggeraward.jpg" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, tahoma, 'times New Roman'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">The first award is the <i>Beautiful Blogger Award. </i></span></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, tahoma, 'times New Roman'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, tahoma, 'times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">I was able to scam this award by not posting photos of myself on this blog. However, I'm going to frame it and put it up in the bedroom like I won a Miss Universe pageant, because of my strong performance in the swimsuit portion. Don't judge me.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, tahoma, 'times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">This little confidence burst was sent over my way from Gnetch over at <a href="http://thankgoodnessforthegoodones.blogspot.com/">Thank Goodness For The Good Ones </a>. Now I think that's an awesome title... she thinks it's too long. And possibly more suited to a porn site. If anything that fact is just leaving her room to grow! So do me a favour and go over there and tell her how awesome her blog title and CONTENT are. But be prepared to get pranked a time or to if you stick around :P</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, tahoma, 'times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">Of course, as with any good thing, there's a catch to this award. There's rules. I have to tell you 7 things you don't know about me and choose 7 fabulous bloggers to award this award.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, tahoma, 'times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">Seven Things You Don't Know About Me</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, tahoma, 'times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">1)I have a little nick out of my left ear. My mother used to tell me that it's where the stork bit me. I know right?!? Too cute. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, tahoma, 'times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">2)Following that theme, I also have a dent on my temple that's the result of the chicken pox. My Grandfather used to tell me it's because I was shot in the head and don't remember. I know right?!?! Little creepy Gramps.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, tahoma, 'times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">3)We call boogers, piggies. I know it's only number 3 and I'm really struggling. My son is sitting in the corner picking his nose, I guess he's my muse.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, tahoma, 'times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">4)I LOVE LOVE LOVE the musical stylings of Will Smith. And I mean LOVE. This white girl can make a total fool of herself rapping EVERY word to EVERY one of his songs.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, tahoma, 'times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">5)My worst fear is of something bad happening to my kids. A close second is that the little girl from The Ring is real. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, tahoma, 'times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">6)It has taken me LITERALLY weeks to finish this post, and I still had to cop out and use that as a point on the list. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, tahoma, 'times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">Now it's time to give it up!</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, tahoma, 'times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">1)Jen @ <a href="http://www.myinnerfoodzilla.blogspot.com/">My Inner Foodzilla</a> This award goes not only to her, but also to her very well dressed pillow.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, tahoma, 'times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">2)Connie @ <a href="http://www.conniedom.com/">ConnieDom</a> She's off on some adventure for the month which gives you plenty of time to have a look around her place and prepare yourself for all the awesome she'll be bringing back with her.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, tahoma, 'times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">3)Laura @ <a href="http://thebignells.blogspot.com/">The Bignell Family</a> Her family photos are ADORABLE and as if having cute kids isn't enough, she has Uncle Jesse doing the beach boys on blog playlist!</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, tahoma, 'times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">4)Lilly @ <a href="http://bilslandfamily.blogspot.com/">A Lil Story</a> I live for her 'Not Me Monday' posts. I thought I had my hands full with my 2 boys. She has 3, 2 of which are TWINS! Makes for some fun reads!</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, tahoma, 'times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">5)Vic @ <a href="http://torijean.blogspot.com/">A Little Bit of Vic</a> Her knack for finding great products has been a definite problem for my shopping addiction!</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, tahoma, 'times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">Alright that's all this award can suck out of me! It sure beat doing the laundry though!</span></span>Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00764533057794686628noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780304053854078829.post-91283117753871282010-03-19T13:19:00.000-07:002010-03-24T13:58:50.242-07:00Work Hard, Play HardLast friday my boss called me all in a panic because my maternity leave had caused my place of business to crumble down around her, and only I could right the wrongs that had been done. Either that or they needed a little extra help and didn't want to hire and train a temp to work until I was due to return in less then a month.<br />
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She talks fast and I missed some of the finer details. It really could've been either.<br />
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But regardless of the reason why, she was asking me to return to work early, and was willing to work around my husband's schedule so the kids wouldn't have to go to daycare early. I'm not sure what was possessing me, maybe a desire to have adult conversations, or the fact that I had just gotten 4 new shirts I wanted to show off, but I agreed to return on a part time basis until my official return date.<br />
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Then I hung up the phone and balled my eyes out.<br />
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What was I thinking?? Sean's not even one yet!! That means he still has lots of firsts that I could potentially miss! I knew the day would come that I would have to return to work. It was either that or usher in the day where I have to tell the kids they can't play organised sports, or have decent clothes and fun toys, or eat. And they have just become too accustomed to that hoity, toity lifestyle. But I thought I had more time to emotionally prepare myself.<br />
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It became very clear that I hadn't emotionally prepared myself Tuesday evening when I realized that my FIRST day back would mean missing a FIRST in Sean's life.<br />
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Sean's FIRST St. Patrick's Day!!!! Cue the tears.<br />
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OK OK so I realize that St. Patrick's day is maybe not a holiday that's intended to be celebrated by 10.5 month olds. BUT I BOUGHT HIM A THEMED SHIRT!!! It's green and yellow and says 'Shamrock and Roll" and I didn't get to put it on him. Not only that but I didn't even get to SEE it on him until 5 in the afternoon. Had I been properly celebrating this beautiful holiday I wouldn't even have been able to see straight by then!<br />
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Alas, such is the life of a working mom. Right now I have to make the most of the time we all have together until I'm running that company and can use my big, fat pay cheques to BUY their love.Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00764533057794686628noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780304053854078829.post-14511845438354002252010-03-15T12:34:00.000-07:002010-03-24T13:58:32.469-07:00Apologies, Excuses and Stomach ContentsI know you've heard it all from me before.<br />
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I have a really good reason.<br />
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I can change. I WILL change.<br />
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I mean it this time.<br />
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I know you feel like you're setting yourself up for disappointment by putting your trust in me again.<br />
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I understand and together we can mend the wound I've left you with.<br />
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One.Post.At.A.Time.<br />
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Because I am <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">for real this time </span>back in the game.<br />
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Here are my <strike>excuses</strike> reasons I found it acceptable to make it to march 15th and only have 2 posts for the month.<br />
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1) My children look like this...<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(Oh get off your high horse. I HAD to take a pic of my sick child because he looked so.freaking.cute.)</span><br />
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This, of course, is Sean, but Sawyer is sporting a very similar look made even sadder with the addition of his stomach contents running down his chin and jammies.<br />
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*That picture alone wasn't enough to guilt you in to forgiving me? Have you no soul?? Fine...<br />
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2)For whatever reason I got it into my head that I HAD to post a 101 update before anything else. And since that post has to include a picture of my haircut, and I don't have time for such trivial things as, 'looking acceptable', I could not possibly create that post. Thankfully however, I realized that no one is really interested in those posts but me, and have decided that it's ok for me to write about something else until my next good hair day. Rest assured though, that those updates WILL return.<br />
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And so concludes my extensive list of reasons I've slacked off.<br />
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Now stop pretending your mad at me and give me a little looooove!Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00764533057794686628noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2780304053854078829.post-24495812215052874142010-03-09T17:58:00.000-08:002010-03-10T06:53:32.105-08:00I'm BackWell I got a new laptop. <br />
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Kind of.<br />
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I got one of those little <strike>piles of crap</strike> mini laptops.<br />
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From a bulk mini laptop store.<br />
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On ebay.<br />
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For $100.<br />
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So you know. YOU KNOW. I've acquired myself a fine piece of machinary here.<br />
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I got it in red in hopes that a unique colour would make it seems more trendy and... stuff.<br />
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Trust me when I say NO ONE will make that mistake.<br />
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Oh well, at least I'm back.Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00764533057794686628noreply@blogger.com6