Under pressure

Ever since we attended our friend's two-year old's birthday party last month, I've been thinking of going low-key for little c's 2nd birthday.

However, with all of the hits I'm getting from his Winter Onederland party from Pinterest, I think my ego might need to do more than order some pizza and blow up some balloons, as I originally planned.

Now that my Christmas cards are ordered (as of 10:00 p.m. last night), between starting my Christmas shopping, working full-time, visiting my father-in-law in the hospital, attending Christmas parties, and getting ready to go home to Canada for the holidays, I'm now needing to find time to figure out exactly how crazy I'm going to go with this 2nd birthday party, which much like the first birthday party, will be for me, not the birthday boy. At least I can admit it, right?

Why do we Type A personalities do this to ourselves?

Did anyone read "I Don't Know How She Does It", by Allison Pearson or see the movie starring Sarah Jessica Parker? I read the book and found myself relating to the heroine of the story on so many levels. Except instead of buying store-bought tarts and smashing them to look like they're homemade, I'm the nut-job baking the tarts at midnight and letting other needed chores lie unattended. Who needs clean plates or clean underwear? I just don't think someone who works part-time or "from home" could ever understand the challenges we full-time working moms face, or the same guilt. As mother's we all have the dreaded mother's guilt, whether we  have the luxury or made the choice to stay home OR whether we choose or have to work, but I think full-time working moms are dealt an extra helping of the guilt along with the need to make people think we've got it all together somehow.

Wow, I think I could write an entirely separate entry regarding this whole notion but instead I'll stop right here.

Maybe I'll come to my senses in the next couple of weeks as I procrastinate further and further to the point where I say "SCREW IT ALL!" and revert back to the plan of calling Dominoes and hitting up Zurchers for some streamers and balloons.

Maybe.

Cohenisms

I find myself with a couple of minutes before little c wakes up and I thought I'd jot down some of the funny things he's been saying for the last little bit before they're gone from my memory.

In no particular order...

Caddapehveht - Caterpillar (sounds like he's saying Cater-pervert)

Uh-oh dee-zee! - Oopsie Daisy!

I tooted and it was weally youd!! - No deciphering needed I hope.

Elpha-ant - Elephant

Ama-mals - Animals

Pway pease - Pray please. And then when we do pray, he lets us know what he wants us to pray for, like choo-choo trains, elpha-ants, lions, bouncy balls, etc.

Sussasses - Sunglasses

Oh my guhness, look at all the pwetty yights! - The kid LOVES Christmas lights, like REALLY loves them.

No-man - Snowman

There's more but I can't remember what they are right now. I'll probably do a "Cohenisms" post more frequently as the little chatterbox says more funny things.

Have a great week!

Pretending he's an elepha-ant.

 

 

Happy Halloween

So I'm two weeks late. Whatevs! Enjoy the photos of our little monkey. Next year? Garden Gnome or something equally hilarious. I promise.


With his buddy, Bean (aka Charley).
All in all, Cohen loved trick or treating. Maybe because he was with his favourite buddies from the neighbourhood. Maybe because he liked saying "twick oh tweet". Who cares. He had a great time but knew his limits and asked for night-night right around the time we decided we'd hit enough houses. And he also enjoyed the one sucker we allowed him out of his stash. (Mummy, Daddy, and their friends enjoyed the rest)

Here we go again

I was reminded that the season of sickness is now, unfortunately, upon us. Little c was diagnosed with croup on Monday and hasn't made a full recovery yet. Poor little guy has had 3 doses of steroids and is still gasping for air and waking up throughout the night to cough and try to breathe. It's such an awful sound and provokes an awful feeling in the pit of my stomach when I'm awakened at 3:00 a.m. to the sound of him gasping. My poor little man. But the weekend is here and hopefully he'll be on the mend soon enough.

I suppose I should go get him up from his nap as he's crying out for "Mummy-oh!"

More very soon. I'm finally feeling like writing again after a sabbatical of sorts. And besides, Halloween is coming up and I can't wait to share c's costume with you...if I can get it done in time! Damn croup has foiled my plans this week.

Looks like someone got into...

...the boursin cheese when Mommy and Daddy were entertaining guests. Looks like there's a little dirt too.
Yes, the kid continues to eat everything. His former nemesis, cucumber, is now on the yummy list (but only if it's served with hummus). Lettuce, though, is still on the yucky list. It's a rather short list, the yucky list, with cottage cheese and carrots rounding out the list. What's at the top of the yummy list you might be wondering? Corn on the cob! He cannot get enough and asks for "corn cob" every night. Fortunately we've got it on the menu every night so the kid is happy.

It's about time

Wowsers. It's been a whole month since I last wrote. In between a trip home to Canada, a visit from Nana and Auntie Gram, a trip to Tahoe, a visit from Grandma, Grandpa, and Aunt Kim, my busiest time of the year at work, and Big C starting grad school and hogging the computer 24/7, there hasn't been much down time.

I was able to beg Big C for the computer (yes, I admit, I did whine and pout and felt like a brat) and I've only got it for a few minutes, so I'll only post a quick photo so you know that we are all still alive!
More updates coming soon. There's so much going on with little c that I need to record--mostly good, some naughty.

Have a wonderful week!

 

On topic

We're going to stay on the topic of stuff on little c's face with this one. Not sure if you can see it since the lighting was poor and I didn't want to use the flash, but the little future makeup artist came home from school like this one day last week. I'd better keep my MAC away from him.