Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Connor has discovered DEFIANCE. Not small cap defiance which he's had since leaving the womb, but cap lock defiance. He argues every point with the righteous fury only a 4 year old or a religious zealot can, making about as much sense. He's pushing his envelope, only his is the size of a circus tent made of silly putty and mom and dad's is the size of one of those little cards that come with flowers.
Friday, August 24, 2007
Last weekend we took the kids out for a bike ride. Connor started complaining right away that he wanted to go home. When I asked why he kept answering that he was scared which was weird since he's never been scared before. I told him we'd just ride a bit longer since after all the hassle of getting everybody out of the house, putting the trailer together, and digging the bikes out we were going to ride, dammit! Oh, and getting their helmets on is like washing cats. Anyway, 15 minutes of solid complaining then he got quiet. I turn around to ask if they're ok and they're both sleeping. Took a quick video too, but by this point Liam had woken up again. Probably because his brother's big head kept hitting him.
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Wednesday, August 22, 2007
I'm giving the kids their pre-bed snacks tonight (which means chasing them around the house with a cup of yogurt) when I notice Connor has disappeared. I'm not too worried since he's already had some Ovaltine and an orange. Anyway, I call his name and he tells me he's here. Thanks, could ya narrow that down for me a bit? I want to give him a bit more of the yogurt too since I'd offered him some earlier and he just took it instead of twisting his face in agony like he usually does. Quick tour of the main floor and I realize he's upstairs. Liam is already on his way up since Connor is upstairs and we have to be wherever our big brother is. Also good since now I don't have to man-handle him up there to get him ready for bed. Can't see Connor in anyone's room so I call him again and his answering voice comes from our ensuite bathroom. I start walking to the bathroom, mind already gingerly approaching the unthinkable, and sure enough, he's on the toilet. Got on all by himself to take care of some business. Sigh. I gave him a carte-blanche tomorrow. Whatever he wants, wherever he wants to go.
PS. The bathroom pic is actually at my sister's in Kamloops. It's a good picture and her bathroom is much prettier than mine.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Friday, August 17, 2007
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Monday, August 13, 2007
What to do with the leftover blueberries? Hmmmmm, how about a Blueberry-Lemon Streusel Coffee Cake? Shhhhhh, don't tell Chad, I'm supposed to be napping as I'm working tonight. Yum, the kitchen smells like I'm baking something buttery and fruity.
Out of the oven at last! They look pretty good. Off to catch some z's so I can function at work tonight.
Thursday, August 9, 2007
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
Monday, August 6, 2007
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
I have this game called Grand Theft Auto. If you are unfamiliar with this game, you are basically playing a bad guy and building your crime empire from the ground up. As the name implies, there is a lot of car theft involved. I made the mistake of letting Connor see me play it once and now he always wants me to play it. I keep the violence to a minimum by just driving cars around the city, which he loves and trying not to get chased by the police. This last bit is important because if you do get caught by the cops they beat the hell out of you and for awhile Connor was of the opinion that police were bad men. Bad daddy. We're slowly convincing him otherwise, but definately not something to teach the kids. It's also had other fringe benefits like last weekend when we met a mother and her three children in the playground near our house. One of the boys was playing with a bunch of toy cars, one of which was a police car. Connor picked it up and said, "look, a police car. The police man was angry at daddy." Ha ha, time to go home, boys.