It's MACKEY'S Birthday!!
I hope she's celebrating well....perhaps with a steeped tea and winning roll up!!
Happy Birthday Mackey.
Much love to you now and always!
xoxo Sassafrass
Monday, February 28, 2011
Friday, February 25, 2011
Kitchen moments...
Oatmeal.
My kid practically lives on it.
We were making yet another bowl one day. Mason sitting on the counter and me standing. We were being silly when all of a sudden he pushes me.
Me: Mason, we don't push. It's not nice.
Mason (sweet as pie voice): Mommy, I wasn't pushing you. I was helping you get over there faster!
I'm in trouble. This kid has an answer for everything.
Perhaps he'll be a lawyer?
My kid practically lives on it.
We were making yet another bowl one day. Mason sitting on the counter and me standing. We were being silly when all of a sudden he pushes me.
Me: Mason, we don't push. It's not nice.
Mason (sweet as pie voice): Mommy, I wasn't pushing you. I was helping you get over there faster!
I'm in trouble. This kid has an answer for everything.
Perhaps he'll be a lawyer?
Thursday, February 24, 2011
At my whits end...
My Dog.
Cooper.
4-legged friend.
Companion.
Kitchen wrecker extraordinaire.
I don't know what to do. He's been a good dog all of his life (he's 8.5 now). Now he decides that getting into garbage and trashing the joint is his number one thing to do. He used to be crate trained, but he was so good that we just let him out and confined him to a small area of the main floor. Lately, he's been causing me grey hair.
A gal can only clean up garbage, shit (the after effects of eating trash) and wash floors and counters so many times a week. At least the shit isn't happening often (knock on wood). BUT the last 2 times he had massive diarrhea, it was in Mason's room because that's not a room he's allowed in. And really, why shit in your own pen when you can shit in someone else's?
Mason cries when he makes a mess and usually says something to the effect of "I don't want Cooper to make a mess in my house!" So I have to deal with a naughty dog, a big mess and a sobbing 3 year old who is upset that his house has been turned upside down by a 100lb mutt. It breaks my heart. I feel like crying too kid.
Today he pushed through a baby gate that was in front of a play house that was wedged in the opening to the area of down by the garage (his new, much smaller area while we are not home), then through another baby gate into the kitchen. When he got to the kitchen he used one of his new tricks: opening cupboards, to get at the garbage and recycling. Oh wait! Did I mention we put baby locks on the doors? Not for Mason, for Cooper. He chewed them off! Garbage everywhere. He ate what he could. He also tried to get a watermelon from the counter but it was too far back. There are scratches from his nails in the watermelon. He chewed holes into an empty tin can. He ate most of the garbage bag again too. He's lying here with the most pathetic look on his face. He's been burping and farting up a storm. It's going to be a long night.
I don't need this right now. I just don't.
If anyone has any insight into why my dog is behaving like some kind of fucktard and what I can do about it, I'm all ears.
Right after I let him out to destroy our backyard...
Cooper.
4-legged friend.
Companion.
Kitchen wrecker extraordinaire.
I don't know what to do. He's been a good dog all of his life (he's 8.5 now). Now he decides that getting into garbage and trashing the joint is his number one thing to do. He used to be crate trained, but he was so good that we just let him out and confined him to a small area of the main floor. Lately, he's been causing me grey hair.
A gal can only clean up garbage, shit (the after effects of eating trash) and wash floors and counters so many times a week. At least the shit isn't happening often (knock on wood). BUT the last 2 times he had massive diarrhea, it was in Mason's room because that's not a room he's allowed in. And really, why shit in your own pen when you can shit in someone else's?
Mason cries when he makes a mess and usually says something to the effect of "I don't want Cooper to make a mess in my house!" So I have to deal with a naughty dog, a big mess and a sobbing 3 year old who is upset that his house has been turned upside down by a 100lb mutt. It breaks my heart. I feel like crying too kid.
Today he pushed through a baby gate that was in front of a play house that was wedged in the opening to the area of down by the garage (his new, much smaller area while we are not home), then through another baby gate into the kitchen. When he got to the kitchen he used one of his new tricks: opening cupboards, to get at the garbage and recycling. Oh wait! Did I mention we put baby locks on the doors? Not for Mason, for Cooper. He chewed them off! Garbage everywhere. He ate what he could. He also tried to get a watermelon from the counter but it was too far back. There are scratches from his nails in the watermelon. He chewed holes into an empty tin can. He ate most of the garbage bag again too. He's lying here with the most pathetic look on his face. He's been burping and farting up a storm. It's going to be a long night.
I don't need this right now. I just don't.
If anyone has any insight into why my dog is behaving like some kind of fucktard and what I can do about it, I'm all ears.
Right after I let him out to destroy our backyard...
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Where to start?
It's been awhile. Not really on purpose, but shit happens when you drop your laptop.
Well, it was more like a slide down my leg and a thump to the floor, but it was enough to break it so we had to buy a new one. Ugh. I'm still trying to recover from that one. My pictures are still sitting on the computer which is driving me nuts.
BUT I am up and running with a new laptop. Yay.
So blogging: back to it!
Is there a logical place to recap the last few weeks (months?).
Of course: Mason.
He's awesome of course (he comes by that naturally). He started swimming lessons 2 weeks ago. We've done several classes with him in the past and take him swimming often. This time he's on his own. Anyone who follows me on Facebook knows how well the last two weeks have gone, if you consider crying your eyes out a good thing. Ugh. He breaks my heart. It's the last thing I expected. In all honestly, the last lesson was much better then the first. Still tears, but not as many, and his actual instructor was there (she was away the first week) . She was the perfect combo of sensitive, caring and not letting him stand there and do nothing. He did some jumps and blew some bubbles in the water. Once he is comfortable, I think she'll be impressed at what he is willing/can do in the water!
He's somewhat registered for kindergarten. Long story, but I want him to attend the school I teach at...so we're just waiting for the "okay" on the flex boundaries. He's growing so fast!
We are toying with moving. We found a house in our neighbourhood that we love..now it's just deciding if we want to make it work and if we can afford it withough being house poor! Houses move so fast in this neighbourhood so we'll see what happens. The good thing is that there is no sign on the lawn so that should slow some traffic down. There are a few families around here that I know of who are looking to upsize but want to stay in this neighbourhood...so hopefully they don't know about this house yet!! That said, we won't be heartbroken if it doesn't work out.
To end it I'll share a conversation Mason and I had yesterday:
Mason: Mommy how was your day? (It was only mid morning).
Me: It's going great, how is your day going?
Mason: It's going a bit slow actually.
Me: Really? What would make it better?
Mason: Spungled eggs. (scrambled eggs).
So..we made spungled eggs :)
Well, it was more like a slide down my leg and a thump to the floor, but it was enough to break it so we had to buy a new one. Ugh. I'm still trying to recover from that one. My pictures are still sitting on the computer which is driving me nuts.
BUT I am up and running with a new laptop. Yay.
So blogging: back to it!
Is there a logical place to recap the last few weeks (months?).
Of course: Mason.
He's awesome of course (he comes by that naturally). He started swimming lessons 2 weeks ago. We've done several classes with him in the past and take him swimming often. This time he's on his own. Anyone who follows me on Facebook knows how well the last two weeks have gone, if you consider crying your eyes out a good thing. Ugh. He breaks my heart. It's the last thing I expected. In all honestly, the last lesson was much better then the first. Still tears, but not as many, and his actual instructor was there (she was away the first week) . She was the perfect combo of sensitive, caring and not letting him stand there and do nothing. He did some jumps and blew some bubbles in the water. Once he is comfortable, I think she'll be impressed at what he is willing/can do in the water!
He's somewhat registered for kindergarten. Long story, but I want him to attend the school I teach at...so we're just waiting for the "okay" on the flex boundaries. He's growing so fast!
We are toying with moving. We found a house in our neighbourhood that we love..now it's just deciding if we want to make it work and if we can afford it withough being house poor! Houses move so fast in this neighbourhood so we'll see what happens. The good thing is that there is no sign on the lawn so that should slow some traffic down. There are a few families around here that I know of who are looking to upsize but want to stay in this neighbourhood...so hopefully they don't know about this house yet!! That said, we won't be heartbroken if it doesn't work out.
To end it I'll share a conversation Mason and I had yesterday:
Mason: Mommy how was your day? (It was only mid morning).
Me: It's going great, how is your day going?
Mason: It's going a bit slow actually.
Me: Really? What would make it better?
Mason: Spungled eggs. (scrambled eggs).
So..we made spungled eggs :)
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