tiffany's spot

Today I found out that my neighbor across the street has assumed all this time that I run a home daycare. I find this hilarious. It made my day. I'm laughing right now. :)

Remember when you were younger and you thought that when you "grew up" and moved out, you'd be able to do whatever you liked, and your life would be like the show Friends ? Every day would be a laugh, there would be interesting things happening all the time, and your friends would have nothing nothing more important to do with their time than hang out at your house where everyone could keep each other entertained with clever witticisms and stories of all the interesting situations they had been finding themselves in? And you'd spend this time wearing really cute comfy clothes and drinking neat hot drinks out of cute mugs? Remember when you were going to graduate from high school and backpack somewhere? The other night I dreamed that Mitchell spilled his milk into his high chair tray. I had to take the top part of the tray off to clean the milk up from under it. Some milk dripped down the side of the island. I was really annoyed. The highlight of today was that Mitch...

Early yesterday he informed me that his ear hurt. I was impressed. Jordan's first ear infection was made known to me only after an entire day of her being miserable and mean. My girl, who is normally affectionate and snuggly , kicked and hit me throughout the day for no reason. It was unlike her. She was three and a half. I much like "Mommy, ear hurt" way better. Yesterday afternoon Mitchie had his nap. He woke up crying, cried for a good half hour and then spent the rest of the day either on my lap or following me around with his blankie and curling up on top of it on the floor of whichever room I was in. It was all very sad. When Steven got home at 5:30 I took Mitchie to the doctor. He moaned and whined and fell asleep in my lap in the waiting room. In the doctor's office he burped and swallowed and heaved a little, but didn't actually throw up. The doc said he had an ear infection in one ear. I figured. I filled his prescription at Shoppers and went home. We...

Lately, I feel like I haven't been paying a whole lot of attention to the kids. Sure I take them to diaper gym, I feed them, bathe them, read them bedtime stories, take them places to visit. But to be honest, I'm so pooped lately! I find that I'm hitting the couch many afternoons after lunch, just to have a quick rest and before I know it I've killed a couple of hours. The kids play on their own or watch tv in the basement, or fight, or make mischief. I've been thinking that if I ditched the tv during the day we'd all benefit. Theirs has been turned off for a couple of days now. I turn theirs off by turning off the cable box, so there's no way for them to get it back on. I hate when they watch loads of tv . A friend of mine went shopping the other day, and she showed me this big textbook thing she bought at Chapters. I think it's a supplement to the work kids do in kindergarten. She's been going through it with her son. He turns five at the end o...

rye and coke is so yummy apparently my super cool dance move was less and less funny as the night wore on. steven's just jealous. mini donuts, i mean . . . cupcakes mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

I was reading some old blog posts today, looking for some information that I had written forever ago, when I came across the post where Tennyson ate the poop . I thought I'd link back to it, because such a post should not disappear into obscurity.

The Good Nite Lite showed up in the mail yesterday. I've never been so happy to get a parcel. We plugged it in last night and explained to the boys that they had to wait until the blue moon turned into an orange sun before they could get out of bed. I set the wake time for 6:30. It suggested setting it for the time the kids wake up and then slowly extend the time over a period of so many days until they're getting up when we want them up. Our kids now get up anywhere from 5:30 to 7:00. I set it for 6:30, since that's usually when I get up during the week. Mitchie came out of his room at 6:15. I was in bed, feeding Elliot, so Steven tucked him back in and told him that he had to wait for the sun. In his defense, they hadn't actually seen what it looked like in the morning. Fifteen minutes later, both boys came out of their room, all excited about their orange sun. Tennyson has been asking for the light since I told him about it a couple of weeks ago. He told me this mo...