Name that face

Kids are hilarious. Kids are fun. Kids are original. Kids, well, my kids are even better than that :D

But sometimes, I just cannot stop laughing at the faces I capture on my camera. It's almost a little game with myself - how many faces can I catch?

Like this one:


ANy guesses what he's thinking/saying? because honestly, nothing is funnier than what he actually was saying.

But i'm not sure ou can handle it. Can you handle it? I dunnooooo. Are you sitting down? No beverages nearby? No cat at your feet? Empty bladder?
ok, well get ready. get set...
"mom you have BEEEWBIES!"

yeah. bewbies. gotta love little boys.



Now my daughter.


Contemplating something heavy. Something earth shattering. Something that will change the course of human evolution as we know it. Something....like boobs. my boobs. that's right, she's contemplating what is, to her, the centre of her universe. She got a hold of me while we were laying onthe floor, and decided that after she was done nursing she needed to really think about how this all works. I was lucky enough to have the camera nearby.


And why yes, these two photos were taken about 3 seconds apart :D Gotta love auto focus!

Butt Ruffles

Butt Ruffles. Yes, you read right, butt ruffles. I love me some butt ruffles. There is just something so unbelievably adorable about little girls with little butt ruffles.

I know, I didn't believe it before either.

But see? I'm not lying!


Maybe it's the whole Mom-of-boy-first thing, trying desperately and unsuccessfully to find cute boy clothes that makes this one item of girl clothing make me go SQUUUUEEEE! and squeeee I do. frequently. In all honestly, every time she wears these pants.

Don't judge, but sometimes I'll do a load of laundry just to wash these pants. And make her wear them when she nurses so I can play with the ruffle. hey, i told you not to judge! Not until you've walked a mile in my shoes.

You moms of boys understand. There is just something about 2+ years of solid boy clothes buying that makes the ability to purchase ruffles that much more gratifying. I didn't know what i was missing when I was just a boy's mom. No clue. And if anything, I would have laughed at it myself. I'm not a girlie girl, i don't know how to put on eyeliner, or work a round brush with a hairdryer (and quite frankly the emotional trauma from the last time I tried that is still with me), so to all of a sudden find my heart going pitter patter about a mere butt ruffle is still a bit shocking. shocking and oh-so-giggle worthy :D

Enjoy yourself some butt ruffle! Sharing is the least I can do to lighten the collective moods

Why i love my BabyHawk, edition 57808746

I love it. My babyhawk, my hero. oh boy, it is my saviour. The love of my mom-life. The gleaming sword of my mothering arsenal. It's awesome. And I love it. Have I said that enough? Cause I could keep going. i luuuurve it!

My beautiful, opinionated, strong willed, independent daughter has a thing about it too. And thankfully, our opinions align. She loves it. It's her saviour. It's love of her infant life. The gleaming sword of her baby arsenal. She feels the love, tonight. oh yes, yes she does.

Well, actually, maybe not all the time, since to be honest, she spends a big chunk of the time she's in it..asleep


I can't blame her though, it's comfy. she's with her peeps. It's comfy. She's with her peeps. it's comfy...what else can a 9 month old want? or an 8 month old? 7 month old? or any month she's been since the beautious baby hawk joined our family. She's been enjoying hanging out, and sleeping, in it since day 1. And the photo ops when she falls asleep! Oh man, any photographer could only ever DREAM of the cuteness that results. Like the above. And below. cute. personified



Many of her life experiences so far have been while safety tucked into the babyhawk. Countless trips to the grocery store, park, library, mall...all in her babyhawk.
There's also been the trip to cut down our christmas tree. The zoo. Science Centre. House hunting. van shopping, a wedding, Halowe'en trick or treating. Basically anywhere I've been in the past 9 months, she's been, in the babyhawk.

And it's not just me getting in on the action either.

Daddy's a fan


Grandma's a fan


And Nana, well, let's just say Nana wants to have the babyhawk bronzed when we're done. she's a fan.

And as for myself...yeah. I'm a fan

New year!!!

A new Year, A new....year. yeah, i know, i'm original. That's why you love me.

My family kicked off the New Year with a bang. Quite a few bangs actually, as we had a rock band party with our closest friends...and all their kids. It was a full house. A very full house. 6 adults and 5.5 kids. Between running around after kids, cooking, and doing my little part to masacre the songs on rockband, before I knew it, it was time to kiss my husband and welcome 2009.



My two best friends, the same two who were here when my daughter was born at home by the way, were the invitees, with their husbands and kidlets. CH & SH have two little boys, both cuter than can be and conveniently the same age as my kids. Who doesn't love built in friends! AP, and her new husband CP, have a little boy and another kidlet on the way. AP glows while pregnant, and between her and CH, both model pregnant woman, I felt like evolution gone wrong. i don't glow while pregnant. I vomit. But enough about that. AP's little boy is a year younger than my son, and is such a blast to have around. Boy's got the vocab of a College professor!
My poor daughter, surrounded by all these boys. I tell ya, I felt for her. So many boy cooties! You'd think she'd feel out of place. ha! Not my girl, my girl has got all 4 boys eating out of the palm of her hand! well, maybe just 3, since the youngest was only 5 months old and is only eating "at mom's", but i'm sure once his world expands a bit father he'll fall under her spell.

All of that partying came at a cost though. My poor early bird family was feeling t emidnight hour the next day...

The differences bewtween Boys and Girls. Potty training 101

Mr.Man calls to me from the general vacinity of the bathroom "Mom! I need you help me!" Puzzled, i replied "Help you with what babe? where are you?"
"i need you help me go pee"

Pee? but he's been doing that by himself for weeks now, I think to myself. I turn as he comes skipping into the living room, holding his penis in one hand, extending the other to me "Come mommy, I hold your hand". ookay, what else is a mother to do? I followed along.

He ran ahead as he neared the bathroom, and as I turned the corner, I saw him attempting to climb onto the seat backwards, facing the toilet tank.

"Whatcha doing big guy?" I ask, confused and bewildered.

"I'm trying to pee like daddy mom, help me pee standing up!"

I...oh...what? Pee, like daddy? Like, STANDING?! oh dear lord no, i thought in a panic, remember a recent conversation I had with friends, all of us thankful our little boys hadn't discovered peeing standing up, and thus limiting our cleaning.

"Mom, help ME" Mr. Man whined, impatient with my momentary lack of attention.

Thinking fast, I plunked Miss. A down on the floor, and lifted up the seats of the toilet in an attempt to reproduce what Mr. Man saw his father doing.

"ok, Mister, now come stand here, aim, and go pee" I coached, not at all sure of the mechanics of peeing upright, having, due to my double X chromosomes, never experience the thrill.

"no mom, not like this, like this!" he proclaimed, pulling down the bottom seat. "ok, Whatever you want kid, just go pee!" I encouraged, thinking ahead to where the nearest stash of rags were.

Still, no pee. We tried a stool, we tried standing *on* the toilet, we tried it all. Finally I had enough.
"Mr. Man, we have a problem. Mommy doesn't have a penis, so this is all new to me. How's about we make a deal - when daddy gets home, we can ask him to teach you to pee like him, until then, pleasure have some pity on your mommy and pee like me, ok?"

thankfully, he bought it.

I promptly retreated back to the living, and called the root of all my problems. "I have a bone to pick with you, you pee stander..."

Where's the Nanny? A slice of SAHM life...

"Hush little baby, don't say a word..."
Miss A's eyelids flutter closed as she nuzzles into my breast and slowly drifts to sleep while I nurse her in the rocking chair in her room. Her lullaby music is playing, and I find myself contently humming along, stroking her silky cheeks and staring dreamily at her face.
My ears perks up when out of nowhere I hear the cry of my oldest, Mr. Man, shouting enthusiastically from the living room "I pooped in my potty! MOMMMMMMMMMMMY!! I POOOOOOOPED!"
Knowing I had only moments before he climbed the stairs to make his proclamation in person, I hastily broke Ainsley's latch, and tried to carefully roll her into her crib without waking her up.
"Moooooooommy!" I hear, the culprit getting perilously close, I suspect almost to the top of the stairs at that point. I draped the blanket over Ainsley's form, noting with dismay she was beginning to wake up.
"shit shit shit" i think to myself, dashing to the nursery door and yanking it open moments Logan can bang on it
"shhhhhhh big guy, baby's sleeping!" I manage to admonish, just as I hear the tell tale whine from inside the Nursery. Dammit dammit dammit!!
I send Mr. Man back downstairs, after a quick butt wipe and a high five, reminding him again to PLEASE stay downstairs so Miss. A can nap. I re-enter the nursery to a very upset little girl, the abandonment allegations shining fresh in her red rimmed eyes. I scooped her up, placing kisses on her cheeks and apologize for leaving her while I dealt with a poop smeared butt. I reassured her that as much as she disliked being alone in her room, missing out on the the smell of toddler poop was preferable! Being only eight months old, I'm quite my words were not as reassuring as my reappearance in her world.

Desperate for a solo shower, achievable only once one child was asleep and the other bribed with a Thomas video, I attempted to rock my little girl back to sleep. Attempt being the key word, little girl was having none of this, thinking her earlier two second slumber was good enough and she wanted to rejoin the world now, thank.you.very.much.mother.

Withholding the swear words that were threatening to burst forth from my lips, I resign myself to another few hours of pit stink. I trudged back downstairs to real life.
They had to sleep eventually, I reassured myself. Afternoon nap time is only 4 hours away!

It's a Whole New World!!!!!!!!

Look MA! I can stand! oh wow, what a new world!



Can't you just see her little mind working "the couch...there's stuff on it! Why didn't anyone tell me about that? Now the toys options are endless, what do I play with first?!"

That's right folks, my baby is growing up. And while I am prouder than a nobel prize winner, I have a deep dark secret to admit. And admit it I will, right here on the world wide wed. the internet superhighway. the vast html void.
The first thing I thought of when I saw her do this was "well shit, the couch is no longer a safe place for the remote control".
Prime mothering moment I will cherish forever.