I'm baaaaack!!!

I was back a week ago, actually. Too busy licking my "they didn't even miss Mommy" wounds to blog, ha ha.

The Boy responded to my return by nearly poking me in the face with his index finger:

"Look at my finnn-go, Mommy! I have owie!!" (No hugs, no "Mommy!! Mommy!!! Yay!!! You're back!!! I love you!! You're the best!!!")

Nope.

The Girl, meanwhile, sat beside me, endured my hug, and started to cry. I finally pried out of her that the tears were because now that I was back, her grandparents would be returning to their house.

I console myself with the idea that their lack of joy upon my return was because they have been raised in a stable and secure environment, and they have inner peace (Sounds good, doesn't it!!).

We'll just go with that ;-)

Vacationing Without Kids

We leave on Sunday for an out of town family wedding, and we're leaving the kids with my husband's parents. To say we're stressed about being away from them is an understatement! We'll only be gone four days, but that's long enough.

Everyone I've talked to has assured me it'll be fine. I'm going to do my very best to not blog daily about how much I miss them ;-) Maybe they'll miss me enough that when I return, they'll be so happy to see me that they'll actually eat the broccoli that I serve!! No? Hey, I can dream...

How Big Is He

Me: "Buuuddy!!! Hey Mister!!!"

The Boy: "What?"

Me again: "Whatchya doin'?"

Silence.

"Joseph!!"

"Nuuuffiiing...."

This is never a good sign, and requires immediate investigation. In this case, he had a spray bottle (filled with water) and was "washing" things. I can only hope he has the same interests when he's old enough to know what's actually dirty.

Speaking of mess, this morning I was washing the latest off his hands (finger paint) and it occurred to me that he could reach the stream of water without standing on his toes. When did that happen?

He finally outweighs his sister, which did not go over well because she's been desperate to move into a booster seat since Kindergarten began in September. She now weighs 37 1/2 pounds, and he's at 39.

("I'll always be older than him, though, right Mommy?")

I can't believe that in just 60 days he'll be four. FOUR!

Aw, now he's turned on the water to the bathtub... that's never good either. Gotta run!!

Yet Another Use For Duct Tape

Curing warts!!! Oh my goodness I had no idea.

My daughter has a big one on her foot. At first I thought it was a blister... I even tried to lance it (poor kid) with the aid of some hydrogen peroxide and a very clean needle, but in spite of the fact that it appeared to have a symmetrical fluid filled centre, nothing drained. Confused and annoyed, I took her to our Doc, who told me that duct tape would more than likely do the trick.

Reeeally??? Ohhhhkay.

Then a friend and fellow Mom said "oh yeah, uh huh" when I mentioned it to her, like it was something that everyone and anyone had heard of. In my defense my husband was just as out of the loop as I was.

The nice thing, is that after the attempted lancing episode, Alyssa was thrilled with the tape idea. She even started talking about drawing pictures on it, and cutting it into fun shapes. (Apparently she's never tried to cut duct tape). Still, the creative art instructor child was far preferable to the screaming thrashing kicking one, so I tried for a heart shape wart cover. No such luck - the tape won as the scissors struggled, so she ended up with the basic stock rectangle model.

The net result is that she's tucked into bed, sound asleep, with the tape on her foot. She has swimming lessons tomorrow so we'll see how that goes. Hopefully duct tape sticks to child heels as well as it does to scissor blades...

What??? Siblings Don't Fight!!!

OK, so.... they're in the playhouse in the back yard. Sun streaming through the windows, snacks on the fold out table, me watching from the window. All is well until... well, they had an issue with whose turn it was to watch the TV.

Now before you start thinking that I'm an overindulging parent who has sprung for a portable TV for the plastic playhouse of my five and three year old, let me just stress that this is a PRETEND TV. As in, it is the shape of a TV, complete with buttons to change pretend channels, molded into one of the inside walls of the playhouse.

And yes, they are seriously fighting over it. Let me reiterate - there's NOTHING on the pretend screen.

"THOMAS!!! I wan THOMAS!!"

"NO, Joseph!!! It's time for Yo Gabba Gabba!!!"

"THOOOOMMMMASSSSS!!!!!!"

You get the picture. (I just wished I could have changed the channel).

All I can say, is that yet again, they're lucky to be so cute....