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I'm thinking that calories from baked goods don't count when the baked goods aren't yet cooked, right? Thought so. My cupcakes are baking. I let Steven lick a beater, only to have him say that cake batter isn't as good as cookie batter. I disagree. I told him that I could take a spoon and eat a bowl of the stuff. He gave me one of his looks. Who's he to look at me like that? Cake batter is so yummy. It's Tennyson's 4 th birthday tomorrow, I mean, it's his 7 th birthday on Thursday, and his name is actually Enrico Poopantsius . I know, you're not supposed to give birthdays on the internet , but seriously, his birthday is tomorrow. He's very excited. He's been counting sleeps for a couple of weeks now, and today he counted the hours until bedtime, beginning before breakfast. He's nuts. He was beside himself all day because we weren't baking cupcakes yet. Finally (after vacuuming, cleaning three bathrooms, and doing umpteen loads of la...

and I would walk 500 more... That's right! Half done my miles ticker. I was hoping to hit 500 by the end of May, so I'm a month early!

I had a really good idea for a blog post, but I forget what it was. Either that or I'm lying. Guess you'll never know. Spring is here. I am so relieved to see the patches of snow and ice clear up more each day. Crescent "Lake" is more "Lake" and less glacier every day too. Would you believe that there are already ducks and geese swimming in that "lake"? Actually, the Canada geese have been kicking around here for weeks already - even before the water was back. Not sure how those things could get any dumber. Last summer I fantasized about punting them into the water on my morning walks. I think I may have mentioned it on facebook and started a days-long conversation with a couple of friends about it. Isn't it cute the way they hiss and beat their wings at you as you run by? No? Didn't think so. Apparently all I have to do is feed them loads of bread and they'll all cripple up and drown. I'm not really going to do that. Punting them ...

Here's my baby: She's only a week shy of ten months. She thinks she's about eight years old I'm sure. To be honest, I kind of think this outfit is a little unattractive. Red sort of makes me think it's a boyish outfit, but the purpley /baby blue stripes are a little unboyish . It's an odd colour combination. Yet, I love the outfit, because it's soft, she can move in it, it doesn't irritate her muffin top, and it's so super cuddly that I can't help but scoop her up and squeeze her until she grunts and wiggles to escape. Does it make her look like a boy? Well, I'm not really sure. Does it make her look like a girl? Not sure about that either. But it just begs to be hugged. Unfortunately for her, hugging isn't all that high on her list of priorities. She'd rather cruise furniture, race for an open bathroom door, or drag as much tupperware out of my tupperware drawer as she can before she's busted. She pinches her fingers a lot in...

Firstly, I would seriously not write a weekday-sensitive post a day late and try to pass it off as being on time, because I do not procrastinate on just about everything on my to do list. The other day, when picking up my son from nursery school I did not show up extra early so my younger two children could sneak in some free nursery school playtime a year (or three) early. If I had, I certainly wouldn't have grabbed Elliot, Tennyson and Angela's son Aaron and head out to the parking lot, waving goodbye to the teachers and Tennyson's friends before piling my kids in the van only to realize that I'm short one. I certainly would not be one of those mothers who forgets a kid somewhere and leaves the building. If I were to do that I would n't make excuses afterward, based on the fact that I usually didn't have him in there with me (because I certainly don't leave him in the van when I run in), or that I had Angela's son with me, so the head count would h...

This Easter was made possibly the best ever because my brother came out from Alberta. I haven't seen him since Christmas of 2006. That's almost 4.5 years ago. We talk on the phone from time to time, but an actual visit was long overdue. He actually hadn't even seen my youngest three kids yet. Tsk tsk. I think I've decided that next summer we're going to trek out to Alberta with four kids and our camping gear in tow and camp somewhere near where Trevor lives. Yes, I'm prepared to stalk. Unashamedly.

I have so much crap to do and so little motivation to actually do it. This morning I actually planned a nice, comprehensive to-do list layout. It has two columns, one for the daily breakdown of my weekly chores, and a second column for extra things I need to do this week. Doesn't it sound efficient? Too bad it's only in my head thus far. To Do: make list Sometimes I plan (in my head, where all the best laid plans are soon forgotten) ways to make my plans better. You should see the cute little to-do list book I'm going to buy. To Do: buy cute book to keep ongoing to-do lists in. Of course, I don't know if anyone has actually designed or created my cute little book yet. To Do: patent some sort of cute little to-do list book. All the best moms/wives/indentured servants are entirely on top of their daily tasks and chores. I bet they're all on their couches right now, dreaming of ways to make planning on completing household chores more efficient. To Do: rewrite that las...