Banannibalism: bananas, eating bananas.
In a sentence: "Where did all the bananas go? Must be those banannibalistic bananas again!"
(seriously, my kids eat too many bananas)
On a parenting note: Is it wrong that my six year old knows about cannibalism? And that we made a joke about it? And laughed. A lot?
I'm going to make some very strange people. At least I'll finally have some company.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Our new house: 110 Earl Street
STATS
Occupancy date: September-ish
Number of floors: 3
Size of backyard: post-it note;
Distance from school/work/downtown: five minute walk, 2 second sprint, 10 minute messy drunken stagger.
Amount of renovations: I don't want to talk about it; it makes my nose bleed.
Number of tricks I need to turn to pay for renovations: 15,000, give or take (however you like it, baby).
Number of future spontaneous events that will occur: hundreds! millions!
Number of ferries needed to take to get home: ZERO
Number of coffees I've had today: 3
Are we selling our island house? No. Although talk on the street says yes.
Are we OUT OF OUR FREAKING MINDS? Most certainly. Have we met?
Am I pregnant? Hahahahaahaahahaa. ahhhhhh. NO
Will we rent our island place? only to people who can pooh gold bars and play banjos. We also have a preference for people with hermaphraditic pets. Please put the word out!
Do we need furniture? Peshaw: furniture is for babies and communists.
Am I stressed? No, cause all I think about are rainbows and unicorns.
From the street
The backyard: just the way I like it, paved! Lawns are for sissies.
Occupancy date: September-ish
Number of floors: 3
Size of backyard: post-it note;
Distance from school/work/downtown: five minute walk, 2 second sprint, 10 minute messy drunken stagger.
Amount of renovations: I don't want to talk about it; it makes my nose bleed.
Number of tricks I need to turn to pay for renovations: 15,000, give or take (however you like it, baby).
Number of future spontaneous events that will occur: hundreds! millions!
Number of ferries needed to take to get home: ZERO
Number of coffees I've had today: 3
Are we selling our island house? No. Although talk on the street says yes.
Are we OUT OF OUR FREAKING MINDS? Most certainly. Have we met?
Am I pregnant? Hahahahaahaahahaa. ahhhhhh. NO
Will we rent our island place? only to people who can pooh gold bars and play banjos. We also have a preference for people with hermaphraditic pets. Please put the word out!
Do we need furniture? Peshaw: furniture is for babies and communists.
Am I stressed? No, cause all I think about are rainbows and unicorns.
From the street
The backyard: just the way I like it, paved! Lawns are for sissies.Fabulous Lew
Lew in all his sweetness:
Lew in all his naughtiness:
The puddle visibly shrank as Lew's diaper soaked up the water.
When my kids get thirsty I send them to the "drinking hole."
Caught red-handed helping himself to water melon.
Lew in all his naughtiness:
The puddle visibly shrank as Lew's diaper soaked up the water.
When my kids get thirsty I send them to the "drinking hole."
Caught red-handed helping himself to water melon.Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Dreaded transition # 100
When the two year old learns to get our of their crib.
Thus begins the two or three (crap it could eight this time) weeks of 2 hour nightly struggle.
Wish me luck.
And patience.
And a steady supply of post-bedtime alcohol.
Thus begins the two or three (crap it could eight this time) weeks of 2 hour nightly struggle.
Wish me luck.
And patience.
And a steady supply of post-bedtime alcohol.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Surprises for the unsurprisable
Sweet Neville came running into the kitchen minutes ago and and said: "Mommy, I've got a surprise for you!" He had his hands behind his back and the most delightful smile on his fair face. "Tell me, Nev, what is it?" And from behind his back he produces five daisies. "I found them in the grass by the puddle" says he.
Darling, gentle Neville. Thank you.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Happiness and Longing
On a happiness note:
I've been ridiculously happy of late. Maybe it's the hot weather; or that things really are just right; maybe it's from the most obscenely chocolately cake I made on Monday that blasted all of the dopamine in my feel-good neurons; or the flash Down-Pour friends and I got caught in the other night while headed to a birthday party; or possibly that my polaroid camera is loaded and ready to go. I know nothing except this: I can't get enough of the song "in it" by Don Brownrigg, a dude from Newfoundland. It's got that Atlantic Canadian spirit. Makes me want to crack jokes, celebrate, cannon ball into the lake with my clothes on, spin in circles under the sky, go home to Nova Scotia, kiss and hug and run and jump and love, all with a silly grin on my face.
On a longing note:
Sometimes a person doesn't even know they miss something until it turns up in their mind for the 5090th time. What's been on my mind? The ocean. I really miss the ocean. I keep seeing and hearing it in movies and I have this odd body memory, those memories of childhood that feel more like limbs than thoughts. There is nothing like salt-water skin, salt-water hair, sand blasted feet, jellyfish stings. I've had some real life moments to the sounds of waves crashing. The next time I find myself at the ocean I will not even pause: I'll just take it full force and throw myself in.
I can't wait.
I've been ridiculously happy of late. Maybe it's the hot weather; or that things really are just right; maybe it's from the most obscenely chocolately cake I made on Monday that blasted all of the dopamine in my feel-good neurons; or the flash Down-Pour friends and I got caught in the other night while headed to a birthday party; or possibly that my polaroid camera is loaded and ready to go. I know nothing except this: I can't get enough of the song "in it" by Don Brownrigg, a dude from Newfoundland. It's got that Atlantic Canadian spirit. Makes me want to crack jokes, celebrate, cannon ball into the lake with my clothes on, spin in circles under the sky, go home to Nova Scotia, kiss and hug and run and jump and love, all with a silly grin on my face.
On a longing note:
Sometimes a person doesn't even know they miss something until it turns up in their mind for the 5090th time. What's been on my mind? The ocean. I really miss the ocean. I keep seeing and hearing it in movies and I have this odd body memory, those memories of childhood that feel more like limbs than thoughts. There is nothing like salt-water skin, salt-water hair, sand blasted feet, jellyfish stings. I've had some real life moments to the sounds of waves crashing. The next time I find myself at the ocean I will not even pause: I'll just take it full force and throw myself in.
I can't wait.
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