Yes, We're Still Alive!

We are still alive. The past two weeks have flown by without an update, and for that, I sincerely apologize.

The first thing that happened is Mila has recovered from her UTI but needs a renal ultrasound to check for kidney problems. The ultrasound is obviously none invasive, and so I'm more than happy to have this done - I know one girl with kidney reflux and her mom is UBER careful about diaper changes and fevers. Since infections can cause scarring and kidney function loss, its better to know if there is a greater chance of getting one.

The very next day, I was hired as daycare staff by Big Yellow Gym. Big Yellow Gym asked me to work 3 hours a day for 6 days a week, and I agreed. I enjoyed it, though it cut into my workouts quite admirably. ( Read : What WorkOuts? )

The days following that show a definite lack of brain power, as I went from 3 hours a day to 40+ hours a week and took huge responsibility with very little in the way of guaranteed pay increase. In fact, as of today, at BYG, I have yet to recieve my DESK and computer which will make it VERY hard for me to get anything accomplished. Oh, and I'm still doing that 3 hours per evening to keep the daycare up and running. I've already had parents thank me for the amazing job I'm doing keeping the place clean, organized, and well functioning. YAY ME!

Now, Robby and Mila DO go with me to work most days. There are a few nights where they leave with Alex, a few days where they stay with MIL, but mostly, they come to work with me. BYG is charging me quite the amount for his - much much more than the posted amount on the door of the daycare. We'll see what I can work out for that. The kids seem to be enjoying the daycare, especially Robby, who managed to fall asleep in the three minutes from work to home.

Hopefully, I will be able to post tomorrow with a picture update.

She's Just Too Cute

More pictures from today. Doesn't she look tiny in that suit? ( Its 6-12 months, up to 22 lbs )

The First SnowFall

I have to admit... it was really beautiful out this morning. Fresh white snow makes everything look clean, even if you do have to walk like a penguin to navigate ice. I was wrong - we do have a snowsuit that fits Mila... Her beautiful suede and faux fur jacket is out of the question - she's *afraid* of it! However, the snowsuit that I thought would be to small actually fit perfectly. She's so cute. The mittens and booties are b*tch to get one though, so I'm glad I have my own to use. All bundled up, she fell asleep with cold crisp air kissing her face.

Robby slipped and slid all of the place, running through the powder. He grabbed a few handfuls sans gloves, since we discovered his gloves from last year don't fit... The boy's HANDS grew, but his feet didn't! His boots from last year fit just fine! We did run over to the store - I needed a hat, Robby needed gloves, and we needed curtain rods. And I got some poker vinyl in blue and red that will match robby's nascar sheets pretty well, and I'll back it with his blue striped fabric. My goal is to have his curtains up tonight, and mine as well. They are simple pocket rod curtains... I just hope I have enough fabric for our room to double it since I don't have extra to line it with.

Oh, whats that? You don't care about my curtains? You want pictures?

Fine :-)

Guess what its doing?

Snowing. I'm sad.

Letters to the World

Dear Neighbor - I don't enjoy your music during the day. I most certainly do not enjoy it at four am. I don't know why you feel the need to do this, but please knock it off this very second or I will be forced to slip a note under your door explaining my displeasure. I'm really non confrontational, and I don't have hours to spend stressing about offending someone. And stop waking up the damned baby!

Dear Mila - Stop waking up. Just because the neighbor is rude and starting his day at four am, does not mean you, too, must start your day at four am. Mommy doesn't like four am. Mommy doesn't even like six am. In fact, until the sun begins to rise, Mommy still considers it night time. Mommy wants her sleep. Don't you want to sleep?

Dear Robby - Don't sleep through wetting the bed. You've never been one for accidents, so I'd really prefer you didn't start now. You can always yell for me, and I'll wake up and take you to the washroom if you don't wnt to go by yourself in the dark. I get it, no problem, but I don't want to have to wash your sheets every day. Although it did give me an excuse to wash some fabric.

Dear Lady Vacuuming at 7am - Give it a break. Eight Oclock. Please. I'm dying here.

Dear Lady in front of me at the grocery Store - I don't want to hear about your trip to Calgary. I'm pretty sure the cashier doesn't either. So shush up and finish counting out 97 cents in pennies. If you don't hurry up, my daughter will scream. And don't give me dirty looks because Robby ran your ankles over in the shopping cart. If you weren't counting out pennies, you'd be gone already and he wouldn't be stuck behind you while you tell us about how it snowed in calgary, but then it melted and the weather was beautiful.

Dear Receptionist at the Gym... I made this for you but I don't know if you'll want it. I'm giving it to you anyway. You are so cute with your bump and I know how worried you are about preterm labor. Have a ducky!

Just cause its cute!

Hallooweeeeeeen!

Crazy Crazy day! First, we started off with The Party. I got way, way more moms than I expected, and people were still calling the morning of the party to ask for our address. How does one say no? Actually, you don't say no. You allow eight ZILLION kids to come and destroy your house, feed them remarkably healthy food and watch as they all forget the goody bags that you so lovingly prepared them...Because the moms won't let them eat candy. Poor dears! Surprisingly though, noone was injured, nothing was broken, no one threw up or pooped on the carpet or on anyone else's parent, and only a single stain was left. It was an unfortunet incident involving somewhere close to nine gazillion crawling babies and a coffee cup left unattended. However, everyone had fun at the party, and I'm considering doing it again. Remind me next time how much clean up there really was afterwards.

We followed up the party with mass trick or treating in the worlds largest mall. Talk about one hell of a cool thing to do, minus the seven hundred and forty two gazillion screaming, sugar high children running around with candy on the horizon. We started off as a group of seven, two left early, and Sarah and I forced the kids to continue until they were so exhausted that they dropped. And then we stole their booty.

All in all, it was one HECK of an awsome Halloween. And damned if it isn't colder than hell out now!