The classics

There are some thing in life which are simply classic. Some books, music.... children's sayings....
This morning as we were eating breakfast getting ready to go register Joseph for grade two *hee hee hooooo, heee hee hoooooo* I am NOT the mother of a grade two student. When the hell did THAT happen?
Anywho, back to breakfast. Trent looks up with toast in hand and giggles "hey Mom!"
me: "what Trent?"
Trent: "I just had a fart in my throat!"...... "and it tasted like toast!"

Ahhh, what a great way to start the day. As for that business about grade two... we'll talk later. I'm a little forclempt about it all right now.

In a nutshell

So much to blog about........ so little time.
Isn't that the way life goes when you have three children.
Over the last few weeks we have been away from home for 12 days, driven 44oo kms through 3 provinces, 3 US States, and done many a visiting. It was a great holiday and I was definately NOT ready to come home.

All summer long the boys and I have talked about our "adventure" as they called it. We often talked about what we do on our adventure, who we would see on our adventure and where we would go. Now that it is all said and I done it truly feels like summer is over.
Since we have been back I have, gotten school supplies, the boys got haircuts, I got a nose ring and some new glasses. We have registered all the kids in swimming lessons and Joseph for bowling. Next week will be preschool, soccer and kindersoccer. Fall is on the horizion. As much as I don't want my summer to be over. Especially because one busy fall it is going to be!
We have a whiteboard calendar and each family member has their own colour...all I can say is that is one full and colourful calendar.

I think I am also hesitant as it really is coming to a time when my mat leave is over. I am sure as most of you know I have quit my job to stay at home with my family. But as live has it there needs to be some source of income. Thus I will be babysitting. I am terrified!!! It is going to be a huge adjustment for my kids and myself. The thought of it makes my head spin and I often feel the need to sit down and put my head between my knees to avoid the passing out feeling. I don't know what makes me so apprehensive about it but I am. I am sure in due time when the two little one's I am caring for are here and we are all in a routine I will feel better about it.

However, the bonus to it all is I get to watch my children grow up. Addie is now walking. She is much too short to be walking but she is. Full on walking, bend down pick up a toy and keep walking walking. It's adorable!

Tomorrow, Trent turns four years old. I am not sure where the last four years have gone. I miss his babyhood and soon I will miss his preschooler hood. He is growing up and has grown and matured soooo much over the last few months.
I can't believe he is four already!
From this....



To This.......

Bubble Effect

**DISCLAIMER** This story isn't directly about my children. However, it is funny as hell and worth the read and I am most definitely glad that not only my children come up with this stuff.

Last night I was at my friends house getting my nails done. Her son is a few months older than Joseph. Therefore, we often share stories about funny things that happen with our kids.

This has to be one of the best.

More recently I have been trying to teach my boys proper terminology for body parts. I figure best to have the truth out there and have them comfortable using those words before they realize that they can be uncomfortable words.

There have been a few bumps in the road that have created some laughter. Like if you were to ask Joseph what girls have he'd tell you that they have vagestines.

So, last night my friend and I were talking about this. She proceeds to tell me, and how I understood the story through her laughter is beyond me, that the other day her son was riding his bike and he had a bit of an.... "accident".
Somehow he slipped and banged his goodies on the bar between his legs. He came in the front door and dropped to the floor in pain. She was asking him what happened and his reply was "I owwwwww banged myself..... and, and, and, ohhhhh, ohhhh I think I broke a bubble." His Mom enquires "A bubble??? Like on the bike??" the boy's reply "NOOOOOO, uhhhh, owwww, a bubble... like they hang there and they are round and one hangs lower than the other a little bit.... my BUBBLES MOM!! OOOOOHHH!!!!"

Bubbles. I have never hear them referred to as that. But now I am sure my friend and I will often call them bubbles.