My Womb Twitched

And then my 16 year old nephew clutched his ears and began to scream. Oh yes, it's been that kind of a weekend. Saturday night was my little niece Michelle's 8th birthday.


(This is how Liam smiles)

Supreme Leader tells me there was only 12 courses, but I don't believe it. Tell it to my ruptured stomach. The baby is the newest member of the family, Madeleine Rose. The paparazzi were cutthroat so I had to adapt. If you can't take a picture of the baby, take a picture of another camera taking a picture of the baby.



Thank you Lola and Charlie,



because of you Connor will now eat green drops from Greenland (peas).



Now if there were a book that could convince him that "Happy Birthday" should not inspire terror...



It was a very long night and thankfully Liam fell asleep on the ride home. Unfortunately when we arrived home and I turned on the lights in the dining room a blue arc of electricity a la Frankenstein shot out of the light switch along with a small but still alarming amount of smoke. Great. Who exactly do you call about that at 11:30pm on a Saturday night. I went to the fuse box...the totally unmarked fuse box and flipped switches until the power went out in the dining room. Nothing had caught on fire but we weren't taking any chances.

Does it end there? No, of course not, that would be too easy. Apparently when my house was built they decided to let the landscapers do the wiring just for a laugh. The fuse for the dining room also controls the power to the master bedroom. Where our second TV is. The one that isn't in the living room that isn't working now either even though a light on the opposite side of the room is. Neither is hood above the oven, cause that makes perfect sense. We did our pre-bed time reading in the en suite. That was comfy. Oh, you know what also runs on electricity? Our heat. Did I mention I live in Canada? (Actually it's been pretty damn warm lately and wasn't that bad, but it sounded funny) Good thing Supreme Leader LOVES it when I snuggle up to her.

This morning I called our electrical guy who is a captain of a fire hall where we live and also lives up the block from us. We figure he's pretty trustworthy as an electrician given his day job. Also, if my house catches fire, I know where he lives. He's an awesome guy, unfortunately he doesn't always remember to come over when he says he will so tonight we have extension cords running all over the house. Good thing I go overboard at Christmas. And since we have little people who get up far too early in the morning I had to duct tape all the cords to the floor so they don't trip over them.

Other than that I could bitch about my DVD burner throwing in the towel when I wanted to back up some pictures, but honestly, aside from the near electrical fire, this weekend has been AWESOMESAUCE! I got a bazillionty things done around the house, the kids have been...well, mostly adorable and... well I don't know, but I feel pretty good so HooRah!

Big Blue... Thingy

"OR is the boldest installation at the Milan International Furniture Fair 2008, a vortex-shaped surface which reacts to sunlight. The polygonal segments of the surface react to ultra-violet light, mapping the position and intensity of solar rays. When in the shade, the segments of OR are translucent white. However, when hit by sunlight they become coloured, flooding the space below with different hues of light. At night, OR transforms into an enormous ‘chandelier’, disseminating light into the surrounding courtyard, an atmospheric space for events and gatherings."

Dezeen

Whatever, it just looks cool and if I lived in Italy and my house had a courtyard I'd SO get one of these.

So I don't know about you, but I had a pretty good weekend. Saturday was pretty lazy and the kids were angry soul devouring zombies for most of the morning, but I still managed to get a lot of work done and felt fairly sane afterwards. They even behaved when we took them out for dinner that night (of their own accord, they ignored the countless threats of going back home to eat bread and water.)

Sunday started out a little rocky. I sat down at the computer and realized my beloved off-spring had once again made my dock disappear. If you don't have a Mac, the dock is a line of application icons across the bottom of the screen, kinda like your start menu, just much cooler. Anyway, in only the way a 3 and 4 year old can by randomly clicking the mouse, they made it disappear. Again. And it's not like I can just go into the dock preferences and bring it back, oh no. That would be too easy. I don't know what the hell they do but I have to actually restart to bring it back.

Anyway, after that, Bernadette suggested I should go out for a bike ride. And that was good since I really did need some exercise and alone time made me feel much better. AND THEN, I came home and saw that Jodi from Jodiferous linked to me on her blog which totally made me feel like one of the cool kids.

AND THEN, it was off to the in-laws for Liam's birthday feast.



You'll notice that cousin Michelle is the only one decorating the cake. The boys decided eating the sprinkles out of the bowl would save time.

Finally, I shave my head religiously every Sunday. Religiously. Sunday. Heh heh, get it? Anyway, yesterday I never got around to it and now I just know it's going to throw my juju off until I can cut it. And look, it's Monday now. See! Oh well, it's not like when it grows out it just emphasizes my receding hair line. Doh!

There Will Be Cake

Hot Chocolate 2, originally uploaded by zoo.keeper.

I am three years old today! Revere Me, dammit! Lay your gifts and well wishes at my chubby pinkish brown feet.

Michelle's Birthday

Looks like a well behaved two year old, right?

37 plus one

Why would I get two phone calls from two different insurance companies on my birthday? Are they trying to tell me something? Should I have done some bulk buying instead of telling them to piss off since they were calling during dinner? I didn't check my horoscope yesterday, what did I miss? Sigh. I'll miss you all.

37 year old patella's

Liam and Dad, originally uploaded by zoo.keeper.

I was conceived in September of 1969, born in May of 1970. This morning as I was walking down the stairs to turn on the coffee machine I could feel each and every one of those years in my knees. Each jump off of something too high to be jumped off of. Each bike accident. Every 10k I've done. Every stupid thing I've ever done that's put excessive strain on them. Sorry boys, happy birthday.