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In love with his brother

Nathan left for Cub Camp this week and will be gone for exactly 6 sleeps. It's day two and I already miss him. I may die when he eventually leaves home for school or a mission. I probably shouldn't worry because he maintains he will always live with us, even when he's married and has a "pile of kids". Anyway, Noah is his little shadow and already demanding that I call and tell him to come home "right now". Last night he wanted to sleep in Nathan's bed. As he lay down he took a long, slow inhale and muttered to himself "Mmmm good, smells like Nasan" (translation Nathan). And with that he went to sleep with a smile on his face.

He has a crush on his brother. I'm pretty sure that it won't last through adolescence.

No Turning Back Now

I am now registered for my first half-marathon.

"No refundable, nontransferable"

I am excited and nervous all at the same time.

A Proud Day

First ever race. 7K. next stop half marathon October 12.

Sleeping Beauty

Makes my blood boil

A little known fact about me is that I occasionally call into radio talk shows.  Today was such an occasion because the topic was this.  Seems as if Chad is sorry for driving drunk but not so sorry that he's willing to pay a $600 fine and have his license suspended for one year--he is appealing you see.  I can understand this.  I mean,  it would be very expensive for a rock star like himself to afford cabs and drivers for an entire year.  Besides, it is hilarious when celebrities drive drunk with their sense of entitlement.

Lars

I LOVE Lars and his real girl. 10 out of 10. so great. even better than Juno.

Can I marry it?

When it's year end financial time and no husband is to be found, and your parents have abandoned you to the beaches of Thailand, the idea of taking three kids shopping is about as pleasant as a root canal. I'd like to therefore say that I am in love with A) Milk delivery, and B) online shopping.  I love love love that I can sit at home at 9:00 pm and order a jug of milk and a pair of size 10 extra skinny boys jeans in about 5 minutes flat.

Are you kidding me!

Noah has reached a new level of manipulation. We went shopping today and unfortunatley the store that we were at had a toy section. This is always a problem because it always means an extra 15 minutes to whatever errand I'm trying to cram into my day. Today I wasn't in a rush so I gave him some time to "inspect" the toys. This was probably my first mistake. He predictably asked (begged, nagged, cried, etc.) for me to buy a toy that he clearly couldn't live without, or as he would say "I wanna buy it"! Before I knew it, a curious look came across his face and he slowly looked around him to see who was watching and I heard "Don't hit me mommy." Seriously, are you kidding me! Where does he get this from! We of course immediately left before I got a much need holiday care of BC Social Services.

Man or Machine

So I partook of a weight training class at the gym this morning. It was called "Body Pump" so that should give you some kind of indication of the torture. I am, you know, desperate to get back the form of a body that does not resemble a pear. So anywho, as I'm in the middle of dying, I'm wondering to myself if this "girl" is in fact a "girl" because I have not seen a "girl" look like that before. I think she might actually be part man, or machine. One of the two I'm sure. It is hard to tell except that I think I might have actually seen some wire components peaking out of her ear.

The way to his heart

Lying in bed with Noah tonight we had the following conversation:

Mom: "How was Primary today?"

Noah: "Good."

Mom:"What was your lesson about today?"

Noah: (long pause) . . ."Gummy bears"

Mom: "Oh so you had some gummy bears, but what was your lesson about?"

Noah: (long pause) . . . "Oh, I don't know"

Obviously after they cracked open the gummy bears it was all a blur.

All things Love

In the interests of Valentine's Day and my New Year's goal of being more positive and recognizing the small blessings in life, here is a short and random list of things that I love.

1. Madeleine waking up from a nap--she gives out a huge grin like she's sunshine itself

2.Nathan's pure goodness 

3.Watching the world open up to Noah and seeing how he is like a sponge soaking it all up

4.pedicures

5.hearing the shrieks of excitement of my kids when they hear their daddy's keys jingling at the door

6.really good chocolate

7.lobster and crab drenched in butter

8.people with a wee bit of OCD (don't ask me why but I appreciate this as a virtue of sorts)

9.freshly cut and styled hair, mainly because I didn't have to do it and looks better than if I did

10My MacBook

Statute of Limitations

Do you think there could be a statute of limitations on an outfit?

Everyday after preschool (and I really mean everyday), regardless of the weather, my little Noah INSISTS on wearing said "outfit". The second we walk in the door he strips down to his tighty whities and grabs for his shorts, even though it looks like Antarctica outside. Now, who am I to squash his creative expression of self. So we compromise--he agrees on wearing a t-shirt and I agree that he can wear the dirty ripped soccer shirt that he loves with all his heart.

You really do have to pick your battles with a 3 year old.

It might as well be a thousand

Children that I have that is. I might as well have a thousand children (even though it's only three) because that is what it feels like some days. "Snow Day" has a whole new meaning now that I'm on the other end of childhood. Don't get me wrong. I love the not feeding, dressing and piling three kids into the car before it's even light out part, but by about 11 am I am ready to poke my eyes out. It turns out that I still have to feed them 15 times a day anyway. It suddenly occurred to me that they could actually go outside and play in the snow--novel idea I know. As I watched them laugh and play in all the whiteness I actually felt sad that there couldn't be more days like this and fewer days filled with homework and lessons and the endless comings and goings in the car.

Filling me up

When I get sad about losing President Hinkley I can look at this little love to fill me up.

A wee bit obsessed

I'm thinking I may need an intervention soon.

Dipping my tippy toe in the water

This is my maiden entry into the blogger world.  A little nervous . . maybe.  Am I ready for the commitment?  Well, we'll see Kris.  Here it goes.