Saturday, February 28, 2009

Baze & Croft


We have not had many visitors this winter, but that means less piles of poop to pick up, so its not all that bad. We are only in the B's so this mama is Baze and her young one is Croft. Croft was in the front yard while Baze was laying in the sun all day in the backyard.

Seth is into his tournament for Hockey now and I think his niche is defense. He hates to be scored against so he likes to stay back and make interference for those who are heading towards his goal and then he likes to camp out in front of the goalie to "help" defend. This means that he will one day be slamming people into the boards and have to develope an aggressive attitude. Oh Joy!!! Right now I can pretty much hear him say "sorry" when he knocks over someone. We have some studs on our team who I am sure go to bed dreaming of scoring goals: Karl, who reminds me of a possible young gretzky, Gregory, Eli and even little miss Hannah - who hangs with the boys and says she hates pig tails - my kind of gal.





Meanwhile: the 2nd born is playing at the bathroom sink and decided to wash my contacts down the drain. For the love of Ugh.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Conversations with Seth

Seems these days more posts on Sydney are taking up space on the blog and really since Seth is totally into his Wii and fighting off General Grevais he has not given me much subject matter. I can attest though that he is doing well in school, hockey and is in good health. Just sometimes looks like a zombie when he is flying through space in his x-wing.

But today, I do have a conversation to post and here goes - hold on tight.

Mom: Seth, you have a game today are you going to skate fast?
Seth: Yup, but mom I am really worried about finding a wife.
Mom: ah, okay (trying to hold back laughter). You are only 7, don't worry about it.
Seth: But I am really concerned I won't find one, when will I get one?
Mom: you don't get one - like a prize - you will know its her when she makes you laugh and make you want to be around her all the time.
Seth: okay, but I am not having a baby come out of my stomach. Dads don't have babies. Where do babies come from.
Mom: You are right, only moms have babies - do you want a sandwhich?
Seth: No, just a snack.

Whew, another good dodge.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Start them Young

Normally Sydney likes to bust out of the club after our morning shift, but today she decided to explore the equipment. It was slow and the manager is in the Caymans, drinking a tropical elixir, running her toes through the sands and ahhhhhh soaking up the warm sun - slap, back to the story- so I let her wonder and she decided to jump up on the treadmill. I tell you this kid has no fear and so as a good mom, I decide to start it up. She was walking at a speedy gonzales pace of 1.0mph.

Monday, February 9, 2009

Little Terror

Sunday started out so nice. I stayed in bed longer then usual, Glen got Sydney out of bed and eventually she came in to say her good mornings to me. Waffles were made, coffee was poured, the Red Wings were one TV and the sun was out. Then the house got quiet - the kids were up to something - In walks Sydney who has just given herself a deep conditioning treatment and facial with Balmex - yes, people diaper rash ointment. So into the tub she goes. Splash, Splash, Splash. Then I go and check on her after awhile - oh nasty, she is bathing amongst poop - yes, people #2. So out of the tub she goes. DISGUSTING. Disinfect, Disinfect, Disenfect. We go to the hockey game and actually all is well. Then we return home and so does little Ms. Monster. I catch her on the counter and playing in the flour bag that was left from the mornings waffles. Once again, its a good thing Ebay does not allow the offering of children.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Caught in the Piggy Bank


When you hear your child talking in their room and you know they are just waking up, you tend to just let them be until you know they are ready to get out. This morning was just like that, except Sydney is now able to reach over and get things off her shelf and this happens.

By the way, this is not an expression of pain but rather a "if I close my eyes, maybe mom won't see me" expression.


I think its time to move her stuffed animals up to the shelf.