Thankfulness

In light of the American Thanksgiving, and my lack of posting anything back on the real (aka Canadian) Thanksgiving, I thought I'd post some things that I am thankful for. I was inspired by my darling Randi too :)
So here goes...

* First I am thankful for my family. I have a great family, and a great family of in-laws too. I am most thankful for my beautiful son though. I'm so blessed to know such unconditional love. I know what it means to love someone so much it hurts. There was a time that I thought I'd never have a child of my own, but I'm so very thankful that I do.

* A great job that I love. Mr. Sass has a job. We have a house and money. We may not be (even close to) rich but we have much more then some.

* Mitts and hats. Man is it cold out! I sometimes wonder why I don't live in a warmer climate...but this is home.

* My health. My family's health. A great health care system.

* That Mr. Sass hasn't made any anal sex comments lately. I wonder how long this will last....

* Good friends, good books and lots of laughter in my life.

* A PD day tomorrow! Woot! Woot!

Happy Thanksgiving to my American pals!

Heart Failure: 1 Sassy: 0

Oh. My. Gosh.
My child dropped the F-bomb.
AND it wasn't even because of me or Mr. Sass! Pay up to all those who had bets against me!
One of the kids at his daycare (older punk) told him "Fuck you" and he repeated it to the babysitter. And to me.
And then repeated it some more.
And more.
All night. "Ethan told me Fuck you." Must have said this atleast 12 times.


I am completely gobsmacked. I can honestly say I didn't know what to do. I ignored it, not wanting to make a big deal about it. But he'd say it again. Finally I said that he needed to use nice words and those weren't nice words. Nothing more said.


I have no idea what do say/do if he says it again. Advice anyone?


I know he's going to learn these words, but I didn't think it would be at almost 3! Now I'm stressing because my precious baby boy, my well behaved, smart little boy said the F word. Maybe I'm overracting, but I don't want him to be "that kid" that the other parents won't let their kids play with because he swears.
Please God, let this only be a "one time" thing where he's trying something new out and doesn't get a good reaction, so he stops. Please.


If not, I'll wash his mouth out with soap..like Auntie Keri suggested. Right after I fish it out of Ethan's throat..cuz boy I'm going to throttle him tomorrow....



Happy thoughts Sassy..happy thoughts. All kids swear at some point right? Happy thoughts...


Check out this picture of my little nerd:


Does this look like a little boy who says the F word?!?!
I'm going to go cry...

Last 5 minutes of the day:

Student: My dad is in Paris fighting in the war. But he's not dead. And my mommy is marrying my Uncle Bill.

Where do I live again? The deep south? Someone tell me what war is going on in Paris? Is someone fighting over a croissant in a cafe somewhere? Is it legal to marry your brother?

The sweet gullible minds of children. Darling girl, your daddy is in jail (in the south coincidentally, where perhaps there is a war: who will be dipping whose "baguette" in whose "coffee...") and has left your family. Keep believing that. He is still your hero, but someday you will know the truth. And your mom is not really marrying an uncle...why did she get you to call him "uncle" ... it just makes things sound a bit creepy later on don't you think?

That is all today.

The Trews - Highway of Heroes

I should have posted this on November 11th like I had planned. A good Canadian band. Beautiful song and heck..it's my hometown in the video :) A little background: a section of one of the major highways through the city (401) has been named the "Highway of Heros" When we loose a soilder and their body is returned home, they are carried in a procession down the "Highway of Heros" People line the bridges to pay their respects. It's a beautiful way to pay tribute to our fallen soilders. Here's a picture to show just what I mean. It's no small deal:

Let me just say this:
I am thankful for the beautiful and free country that I live in, the right to speak freely, practice my faith openly, the education I receive, the health care that we have. The safety I feel. The love of my family. My whole family. The life I can give my son. Thank you.

Pray for Peace.

Conversations with Mom:

My mom, sitting on the couch with her eyes closed:

Mom: I need to go home.
Me: You can stay if you want, you know that. You look tired.
Mom: I have to go home so I can take care of my pussy.
Me: Mom - there are some things you shouldn't say to your daughter.
Mom: You're a pervert.

ME? I'm not the one who talked about "taking care of her pussy."
Just for the record.

She don't eat meat...but she sure likes da bone!

I don't miss it.
Okay, sometimes I do. But I guess I don't miss it enough to eat it when it comes down to it.
I feel a million times better. The only "problem" is that I struggle to make meals that make everyone happy. Meat for the meatatarian (Mr. Sass), something the baby sass likes and then something vegetarian for me that has everything I need.
I swear when I win the millions (although that would involve buying a ticket...) I'm going to get a chef to make dinners. Problem solved.

Anyone have any meal ideas?

And for the record: to my dear friend K - I AM NOT A VEGAN!!! hahaha You're such a punk. At least my kid doesn't poop in the forest...oh wait. He did. Loves ya.

What's been going on?

Sooo..my last post, I was not in good spirits. Obviously. I don't think anyone is shocked by that last statement. But it was how I was feeling at the time. Raw. Unedited. Meh. Let me catch you up...
The following week was a dream. The kids had their horns filed back, their teacher was no longer suffering from a week long migraine and sinus infection. Their teacher got her grove back. We had a really good week. It's been pretty good since. They are coming....but to be honest I just feel that my creativity gets stifled. It's hard to explain, but I have all these creative ideas that I want to do, but I just can't...they can't handle it, they aren't ready for it, we are too busy doing other things.... I'm trying to find ways to feel better about this and still have the kids learn. I think I put a lot of pressure on myself teaching grade one since it's such an important year (I know all years are important...but this year in particular shows the MOST growth. I think anyway). I want them so bad to succeed and read and write...that sometimes I set the bar a little too high and kick myself when I have to lower it and then lower it again....and perhaps again. BUT the good news is, that it will go back up. Baby steps. This is a challenging group. A low group. But a nice a group for the most part. My attitude has been adjusted back to the normal "Sassy" one since the last post.

What else?
My liver is fine.

And?
Mason was the absolute cutest lion on the block for Halloween! He kept saying "can we do a couple more houses mommy?" He ended up doing the whole street on both sides!! He loved it. I think he liked ringing bells and talking to people more than the candy. We have given most of the candy away (or helped eat it...*sigh*). He gets to pick one treat after he eats a good dinner...it's been helping him eat more! Hahaha..he's not use to getting candy, so it's been a big treat.


See? I told you. Totally cute. Roar!

Now we are in birthday/Christmas mode. This is the conversation we had this morning:
Me: Mason, you know who is watching to see if you are doing good listening?
Mason: Nana?
Me: Well, yes, but Santa too. Do you remember who Santa is?
Mason: Yes.
Me: He brings a toy to boys and girls who do good listening, and are nice to their friends.
Mason: (with that impish grin he gives me...you'd just have to see it to understand) Does he bring fans?
I had to laugh. All the poor kid wants is a ceiling fan in his room. That's it. Ask him what he wants for Christmas and he says a fan. Birthday? "A fan for my room. With a remote." At least that makes shopping easy right?

I think that's it for now. I'll tell you about my stiff neck and minor concussion another time.
G'nite!