The coolest eyes!!

My kid has the coolest eyes!  When she was little, they were blue blue blue for the longest time!  When they hadn't changed from blue by the time she was two, I was tickled excited that I (a brown eyed girl) had a blue eyed girl.  But then...it happenned.  The change began.  They shifted with her mood and the lighting and any other force around until finally they ended up somewhere between green and brown and blue with a little gold, some grey and a few other freckles of neatness.  Having a blue eyed baby would have been wonderful, but Hazel is pretty stinking cool and quite frankly, I think that Hazel kicks blue's a&$ any day!!  :)

Joy stick!

When I was a kid, I wanted a Joy stick.  You know what I'm talking about - it was a promo with Joy dish detergent.  You could send it x number of proof of purchases and they'd send you a giant bubble making "Joy stick"!!  Well...I never got one cuz Mom bought a dishwasher which didn't take joy, and Nan was a die-hard palm olive user.  Gone was my dream. 

Recently, though, I had teh chance to live out my dream when we went to the dollar store!!!  There it was in its fluroescent orange splendor.  It had a different name, but the principle was the same :)  It was , for all intents an purposes, a joy-stick!!!  $2. +tx later, we were outta there and the kids had no idea why I was so giddy over a big plastic tube!!!

That weekend, I was the coolest Mom on the block!  (cept for the not living on a block part :)  We used the recipe on the pack and made our bubble solution for giant humungo bubbles.  The rest, as they say, is history!  Both the girls had a blast making ginormous bubbles!!  and I have to admit...so did I! 

Dontcha just love that face!!  That's a face havin fun is what that is!  Yup!  Lots and lotsa fun! :)

Life in the fast lane

I'm not sure when my life took off like a tournado but holy crap on a cracker!  The last couple of weeks have been a crazy mad blur and I can't seem to get 2 seconds to come up for air!  Here's how my days have been spent. 

In February - Dad had a heart attack, followed by a quadrupal bypass.  When the surgeon opened him up, he cut his sternum too far to one side (Dad - as big as he is - has a narrow sternum) so they couln't use the wire to hold it together for fear that it would crush through the thin side (which is incredibly very ultra bad-bad-bad!) so - they used mandibular plates and screws.  Ok - great!  As I sat listening to the surgeon (back in February) explaining that the plates are the same as what is used on a jaw I remember thinking...Hmmm...A jaw is a fixed bone that moves...not a moving bone like a split sternum...but hey - what do I know?  Well...turns out my thought had a point cuz guess what - Dads sternum came un-done and he had a plate and screws floating loose in his chest!  (Insert multiple prayers here)  Fast forward to last tuesday.  Dad is admitted to the Saint John hospital and made to fast as of 10pm because he is scheduled for surgery at 11:30 Wednesday morning.  He's diabetic too - so his sugars were bound to be a little wonky from it...

Wednesday morning - I'm in the car with Mom at 7am and we head to Saint John.  We get to Dads room and wait...and wait...and wait..during that time, I worked on and managed to finish making a pattern for a doll!  It even has toes!!  Can't wait to get it typed up so that I can set it loose for some trial runs :)  At 3:30 in the afternoon (yes - his surgery was supposed to happen 4 hours ago) the surgeon comes in and says that he'll try to fit Dad in before 10pm...but if he can't, Dad can eat at 10:00pm - and then fast again as of midnight and they will put him on a priority list for the next day...guess what - 10pm came and went.  Poor Dad was starving hungry by that point and very little could be found in their "cafeteria" at that hour.  We hung out with Dad and drove home in the awful rainy roads, through the back 40 of hell - trying to watch for moose and other critters - with transport truck headlights beating in through the back window.  It was awful - but we made it home by midnight.

Thursday morning - I'm in the car with Mom at 7am and we head to Saint John. On our way - I dug out some grey yarn to start a monkey hat and Mom puts in a request for an owl toilet paper cover!  (??!)  Oh well - who am I to say no to Mom??  He was done (mostly) before we left the hospital :)  As for Dad...Remember the story from yesterday?  Well...ditto for today!  They left him waiting again for hours and nagged at him when his sugars were out of whack!  DUH!  you didn't give him his insulin or sugar pills - made him fast all day - let him eat at 10pm and fast again??  Too bad it's illegal for me to hit you with a big stick!  We were all frustrated! Dad ate at 10pm, and we were in the car headed home by 10:20, bu the roads were clear and I was home in bed by midnight.

Friday morning - I went to work...but had to pick my aunts up at the airport.  They flew home from Cuba at 4:00...I met them off the plane and was home by 5pm...(side note - they discharged Dad for the weekend and wanted him back at the hospital first thing Monday morning to start the same exhausting waiting game all over again - ugh!)  where was I??  Oh yeah - just got home and whipped up a super quick dinner and shot back in town to pick up a couple of things before heading to the play house with oldest kiddo to see "Les Miserables".  A boy from her class was in the play so we HAD to go!  $35. later we were not seated together...but she got to see "him".  They all did a really great job.  It was the first time I had ever seen it.  I didn't really like the play itself - it was too complicated to follow...but the actors all were great :) and it was fun to watch.  The play started at 8pm, but didn't finish till after 11pm.  Did I mention that I had to deliver a cake at 2:00 tomorrow...and hadn't even started it yet?? Ugh!  So - 11:20 and we're off to Sobeys!  Pickup stuff to bake a cake and went hom to do just that!

Saturday morning - up at the cr

ack of dawn (Oh - today is DH's birthday!)  I'm mixing and whipping frosting and making various colors - assembling the skirt and all is going well.  Littlest kiddo woke up and made a rice krispie squire cake for her Dad's birthday.  She spent over 2 hours decorating it and it turned out terrific!  I was so proud of her!  I managed to finish the cake by noon...which is when

 hubby woke up :)  We sang happy birthday to him and shared his cake.  I delivered the Barbie cake, then back home to bake another one...oh right - did I mention that kiddo's BFF's birthday party is tomorrow and I have to decorate a tiger face cake for her??  yeah - WTH was I thinking??  (In my defense - I hadn't planned the Saint John trips when I agreed to make the cakes). Mom took the girls so hubby and I could go see a movie - went to the cheap theatre to see source code.  Good movie!  Home after midnight (we stopped for cheese cake on teh way) then turned in for the night. 

Sunday am - up before the sun to decorate a freakin Tiger cake!  violin lessons are at 11:00 and the party starts at 1:00...oh and we don't ahve a gift yet! AUGH!  I was a whirling vortex of life-force sucking hell...but the tiger face turned out awesome!  I finished it at 10:20 - took a 2 minute shower and had the cake in the trunk and kiddo at violin lessons by 11:00 sharp!  11:30 and we were on our way to Walmart - got our gift, hit the drive through at McD's, hit the dollar store for a 9 candle and matches...then to the hotel for a pool party.  Party was fun - ran from 1 to 4...at the end - I was sacked!  My camera battery died half way through - AUGH!  helped tidy up a little - loaded tired kiddo in the car and then took her home....just in time to head back in town for groceries!!  AUGH!  Back home by 6pm, made dinner, packed lunches, hit laundry, tried to tidy...and on...and on...and on...

Monday was nuts at work and nutser at home...Youngest kiddo came home from school sick.  Monday night I got to wake at 3am...(*note - chocolate pudding tastes the same in both directions.  Zesty cheese dorito's...not so much!)

Tuesday - had to go in to the office for a couple of quick things, but was back out by 9:30am - headed home sick, with laptop in hand so that I could work from home for the day...laptop worked like crap and I fell asleep at 4pm...adn woke up at 11pm!  AUGH!  still tired but too awake to sleep and I felt totally barfy!  On a Dad note - they finally got Dad into an OR at 9pm and he got out after 11pm. Surgery went well, but Dad is to be on total bed rest for at least 3 weeks - no moving no using his arms...nothing! He's a big man and that's gonna be super hard for him! As always - we'll take whatever prayers you've got!

I took a Gravol which leads me to...

Wednesday morning - Thanks to Gravol, I slept through my alarm and woke up when the front door slammed shut - oldest kiddo (Gawd love her) got up and ready for school, and put herself on the bus!  who knew such things only took 13 years to figure out! :)  But other kiddo had a crazy temp so I had to scoot in town to grab more tylenol and run it back home to her...where DH had also picked up our flu...I bought her a cheapo webkinz too to entertain her until hubby joined the world of the living...and then I headed to the office.  She called me at work about a dozen times with Webkinz questions - augh!  Nutzo day at work, then off to pick up more cough syrup and something for dinner...and somehow managed to whip up some fun treasure filled soaps for kiddo's class mates - but honestly, the rest of the night has been a blur...And to be honest - I've left soooo much out I could easily fill the pages of a novel!

I am sincerely hoping that things calm down soon cuz I can't keep up with this!  My brain feels like it has been rolled in sand and I haven't had a sensible thought in days!  Anyhoo - if you see me floating in a zombified haze...poke me with something sharp and point me in the right direction - m'kay? :)  As for life in the fast lane...screw it!  I wanna car-pool!

Quote from my punk...

"I Love Puppies!  They're so tender and delicious!"
                                                    -Sophia - age 8-

Naked Farting Parties!!!

I'm amazed at how crazy two 6 year old girls can behave!

DD & her bestest friend since they were 3 stayed over last night...and tonight, they're having a sleepover at friends house. Getting the 2 of them together requires 2 things...Planning and Liquor!!! Seriously! I've never seen the likes of it!!

Last night, they were up till 11pm - would not go to sleep! The giggles and silliness was no longer fun for me! The rump shaking and potty humor was not humorous! At one point, I looked at DD and said VERY loudly..."UNLESS YOU CALM DOWN - YOU WILL NEVER HAVE ANYMORE SLEEPOVERS...EVER!!!" She looks at friend and says in a "donkey from Shrek" voice..."I Likem Feisty!!!" WTH do I do with THAT??!! It was all I could do to keep a straight face!!!

Today, we spent 2 hours fighting in the snow until friend finally stabbed snowman through the heart with a wooden steak...then stabbed him in the face and cut off his head!!! Meanwhile, DD put horns on the 2nd of 3 snowmen!! lol (It was actually kinda fun and not nearly as sociopathic as it sounds!)

Tonight, they can't sleep because DD's stuffed unicorn keeps farting in her face...and earlier, friends Dad had to break up a naked farting party in the bathroom!! Good Gawd!! Isn't there a medication for this sort of behavior?? lol In the middle of all the silliness, DD took some fabo shots with her new digi cam...Here are some highlights from today!

This last pic cracks me up!! They really are a terrific pair! They fight like sisters, and play like friends...when they're not fighting like sisters that is!! I can't wait to hear the rest of the stories that come of their sleepover tonight! Heaven help us all!!

The rule of the band-aid

How big does a "cut" have to be before it deserves a band-aid? Must there be blood showing or is a scrape enough? What is it about band-aids that seems to make it feel better? My youngest is obsessed with the darn things! She'll go through an entire box in a wink! It drives me nuts cuz when she finally does NEED one...we're always out!!

So - tonight we were goofing around, and the dog got excited and jumped up and caught her with a nail (the dog needs her nails trimmed too). It left a scrap on her calf about 8" long. It starts out as a white mark, but ends with a barely broken skin type scratch. If you squeeze it - I'm sure it would eventually bleed, but so far - no showing of blood anywhere. I humor my wee sprog with a round band-aid...then she nudges for a 2nd one. Finally I cut her off...until she points to the teeeniest tiny-est dot...less then a pin prick if I do say so myself and expresses concern that she needs another one to "keep it from getting infected"!!! Holy cow!! The dot is so small that a germ would never find it!! Nevertheless, she got a 3rd round baind-aid and is no longer mad at the dog.

Now that she knows where these band-aids are...I know I'll ahve to buy a new box tomorrow. Ugh...I wish somebody would write a book on the rules of the band-aid.