I knew this was a terrible idea when I signed up for this...I'd kill a goldfish from lack of feeding if I had one.

Lets see...I'm 28 weeks pregnant, again.  It's a boy, again.  I'm fat, again.  Ethan is awesome.  He talks a lot, more than his little friends and I'm so happy.  He was the last to crawl, first to walk, first to talk and will be the last at something I'm sure, it's just the way it works out.

I'm moving in August.  We're building a house, brand spanking new and I'm really excited but it's a bit stressfull.  You have to pick out everything, paint, tile, carpet, counters, cupboards, taps, doorknobs...I'm not kidding.  But it's fun.

I'm due in May, the 15th I think, so I'll be off for a year again.  I'm not looking forward to it.  It's going to be busy.  Ethan will be 21 months.  When we move I'll have a two year old and a three month old and boxes coming out the whazoo.  I hope it works out somehow.

Work isn't too busy, I've kind of moved away from houses and started commercial buildings, a bit more challenging but I did ask for it.  You need to be challenged to stay interested.  Work doesn't care that I'm leaving, well it's a hassle to replace someone for a year, but I don't think it's a panic like last time.

We have a co-op student from Niagara College, she comes every Thursday and they are hoping she does well enough that she can get a year contract when I go.  She's all right.  She's a little too confident.  The first day she asked ME what my qualifications were.  She claimed to have the same as me, which is impossible.  Not that mine are spectacular, it's just not physically possible when all she's done is a 3yr college program.

Last Thursday I was off, Ethan was 18mths and had a Doctor's appointment, she used my desk.  My desk isn't the most organized right now because of a bunch of large drawings taking up most of it.  She wrote me a note, on my notepad, with my pen, saying "thanks for letting me use your desk, I hope I didn't mess up your organization".  Are you freaking for real?

I like her less now.

Other than the move, a new baby coming, a wedding on April 28th that I'm in, my husband is in and Ethan is in and me being due 2 weeks later, nothing much is new.  My dad is off to Halifax tomorrow to see my Grandmother who I haven't seen in...over 7 years.  She doesn't care much for me and my sister.  Not really.

My mom just had a birthday on Superbowl Sunday, that I missed because I was sitting in the Emergency Room with a broken foot.  They ended up X-raying even though I'm pregnant, it was broken and I have some contraption because they don't cast the break I have (one of the long bones in the top of your foot).  I kicked the couch earlier that day and proceeded to walk around all day thinking it was just a bruise.  I drove myself to and from the hospital and looked after Ethan all night, because like I said, it was Superbowl Sunday and every man feels obligated to watch the damn game even if they don't normally. That's fine.

Well I'm tired, I up working on drawings for someone I do work for on the side.  Not bad money.  If you know CAD you can have a little business going because people will pay, especially with Bill124 (qualified building code officials).

I need sleep.  Don't shave your head, no tatoos and for God's sake wear underwear!!!!

I haven't written in forever because, well because of a few things.  I'm back at work and work is busy so by the time I get home all I want to do is play 'lets knock over this tower', patty cake and 1-2-3 run as fast as you can without hitting the walls along the way. 

I went to Ottawa in August for a week to see a dear friend of mine.  I took Ethan with me and that was busy.  But Ethan's Godmother got to see him.

I got a new computer recently and still haven't re-loaded everything I need on to the new one.  The new one is so incredibly loud, the fan that is, it gives me a headache.  Grr.

One last reason I don't write...I have a one year old child that is consumed with touching, pulling, throwing, smooshing, dropping, hiding, pushing everything he can possibly get his hands on.

I really have nothing exciting to write about, I just happen to have some time right now because my little man is out.  I'm doing some work on the side for a designer and was working along today since 9am...4pm I closed my drawing by accident.  GONE.  Luckily AutoCAD was designed by people who know how retarded I am (sorry) and they have this wonderful thing called autosave.  Hallelujah!

I'm really upset that Dog the Bounty Hunter was arrested.  On the other hand if Beth's boobs get any bigger she should be arrested for indecent exposure.

Well I'd love to promise I'll write again tomorrow, but I can't do that.  Promise that is.  Writing.. well maybe.

 

Happy Birthday Ethan!!!  You are one year old today and this past year has been my best.  I love you more than words could ever express.  You are my entire world.

What a busy weekend.  Thomas was OK, I'm sure my neice and nephew would give you a totally different answer, but for me...it was kind of boring.  But, that wasn't the reason we went, it was for the kids.  Sunday before coming home we went to Storybook Gardens and I actually had a really good time.  I went there several times as a child and it's funny to see things now. 

Things I thought were so huge are actually quite small.  Like the blow up whales and dolphins at Marineland, I used to think they were so big my sister and I could both ride on the back of them in our pool.  They're really not that big and I've been told they didn't change the size of them.

I got to try a sleep number bed at the hotel.  We stayed at a Radisson and there was a king size number bed that I so nicely handed over to my sister so she could sleep with her two kids.  I ended up on a pull out couch with big E.  I couldn't find my number.  I think it was around 50 when I was comfortable.  But I also liked 40 and 60..I'm the most indecisive person you'll ever meet.  Don't ask me where to eat and do NOT ask me to pick the movie, we'll be there for a month and I still won't have an answer other than, you pick.

Ethan was awesome, he did so much better than I could ever hope.  He did crack his head in the hotel room and got a gianormous goose egg.  The bump was gone the next day but he still has a nasty bruise, which people are so kind to point out to me and ask all about.

I was watching The Hillarious House of Frankenstein tonight.  I used to watch that show all the time and be scared to death.   I hated the librarian and the gorilla that would get hit with the golf balls.  Yet I still watched it.  It was like a train wreck, you just can't look away.

I'm going to try and put a picture up.  Wish me luck.

I'm heading to London this weekend.  Ethan and I have tickets to see Thomas the Tank Engine, a real train, that takes you for a ride.  He has no clue what Thomas is, but I'm going with my sister and her two kids which will be fun.  I already have a list a page long of things I have to bring for Ethan.

Stroller, booster seat, play pen, diapers, food, clothes, toys, all his lotions and potions, sippy cups, formula...oi veh.  I need a cube van just to get him there.  Not to mention I'll have three car seats in my car for all the kiddies.  I may just die before I ever see Thomas.

It's amazing how priorities change.  I'm making lists so I don't for get beloved Pablo and soothers, and figuring out how to fit 2 adults, 3 kids with car seats, strollers, beds, clothes and partridge in a minivan.  Not so long ago it was how to fit 6 drunk skunks in a 2 door Jimmy without anyone yuking or getting pulled over.  My cupboards have been cleared of wine glasses to make room for bottles and sippy cups.

I wouldn't change it for the world.

Work stinks.  Literally.  Something honks like ass, well it's more of a rubber smell and it's gross.  We all got new cheapass foam mouse pads, it could be the lot of them ganging up on us with toxic fumes.  It could also be the lunch pail of a guy that has a cubical outside my real office who brought one of those small bar fridges to work and plugged it in under his desk.  Maybe the wires are slowly melting because the space bar plugged into the extension cord plugged into the 2 outlet to six outlet box just can't take it anymore and is about to go postal and burn us all.

Then again, it's probably just the mouse pads.

I see the moon and the moon sees me, God bless the moon and God bless me - goodnight y'all.

Time was written last month, insane today - Got it?  Meh.

Oh snap, time flies.  My little man is very close to being 10 months old and in less than one month I will be back at work full time.  Ethan is crawling so fast I almost have to run to catch him.  He goes up the stairs, opens every drawer/door he can reach, pulls himself up on everything in reach and is just about the cutest thing I've ever seen. 

He can dance, clap, wave bye bye, give kisses, hugs, point, roar like a lion and stand all by himself.  He says Dada, car, stick, Bubba, what's that and shakes his head no when told 'no'.  He's destroyed so many things in this house I've stopped keeping track.  He is one busy busy little boy.

I've just read that Pee Wee's Playhouse is coming back on TV, that's scary.  I used to watch it, but now he creeps me out.

This week has been pure insanity.  I'm back at work full time and I really thought what's the big deal.  I cried for FOUR days.  I missed my little man so much.  But then I come home and he hugs me for ten minutes and smiles and it makes it all better.

Every time I get around to writing here I say how big he's getting - all 18lbs of him.  He's walking.  He started just after he turned 10 months and this weekend he'll be 11 months.  That's almost one full year.  He's just not that needy little baby he once was.

When you have a baby you're entire world, entire being, entire existence is for that little person.  Even though you thought you weren't ready, or now isn't a good time before you had him, you look back and wonder why you waited so long, or what you ever did before him.

I wish I could write in here everyday.  There are so many things I see or hear that would make for some good reading by the time I added my two cents in.  But there just isn't enough time.  For a long time I was writing and saving them, but when I'd come back to post them it was old news and kind of boring to read again.  I scrapped them.

It's hotter than Satan's tail outside today and it's supposed to be like this all weekend.  I need a pool. 

I think something is wrong with me.  I just watched Grey's Anatomy and bawled when the dog died and then cried when Izzy was crying.  What's up with that?

I worked today so I'm tired and so thankful for the beauty of time shifting. Thank you Halifax and hi Grammy!!!

My little man has now gone from crawling to standing up and can walk between the couch and coffee table.  I guess they call that cruising, but if that cruising turns into walking I am in TROUBLE.  He's nine months old today and he is the busiest 9 month old I know.  He get's into absolutely everything he can reach, and if he can't reach it he'll figure out a way to get it.  But I love him.

I just watched a video on how to get a band-aid to stay on and it was hillarious and yet very useful.  They even show you how easily one can slip off while scrubbing in the tub.  I'm going to try it.  Not the tub part the band-aid part.  I want to know how you get a band-aid to stay on another part of your body that's flat.  Let's say your forehead...

Glenn, where ever you are call me.  I'm not home Mon, Tues, and Wed afternoons.  Work, Swimming, Work.  Other than that I'm usually home, leave a message with that 800 number again.   I still want Ethan to meet Stanley.

Doc, how's the wife?  I'll be in T.O. this fall again, maybe I could meet her.  Hurry up and have baby docs already.

Freeze you you you....you.  I'm emailing you right now.

My ten deepest darkest secrets revealed...don't judge me.

• I can't stand being in a room with a closet door open.
• I brush, floss, then brush my teeth again each night before bed.
• I have an extreme, put me in a straight jacket, phobia of vomiting or seeing someone else do it.
• I once had sex in a hotel room with someone sleeping in the next bed.
• In grade one I told my teacher 'botato' wasn't in the dictionary.
• I leave the plastic film on electronics on as long as I can.
• When I fold socks I can't leave any of the toe hanging out.
• I have a super sensitive nose and can smell anything from a mile away.
• I hate clowns, mascots, puppets, muppets, costumes - HATE them.
• I've never peed in a shower.