Someone else is pretending to be me!

Easter is done! It was fun, busy and crazy. We did the dinner this year (for 14) and it was a ton of prep but it all worked out. The Easter bunny came through big time and all little people were pleased. Chloe spent most of the time wandering around with her Easter basket on her head but hey – whatever makes you happy!

I keep looking outside waiting for spring and so forth but no such luck. This has been the longest winter ever, dare I say the winter of my discontent? I think we all have had enough of indoors, colds, flu’s etc. Bring on the warm weather and the park and going out after dinner to enjoy the outdoors.

The craziness of the Beijing Olympics is setting in and I am positive there will be shenanigans regarding Tibet. The athletes are so young and will have some strong ideals (which is a great thing) that I predict some competitors flashing the Tibetan flag or doing some other kinds of unrest. Way to go IOC! I never felt comfortable with their choice of Beijing – plus I was sour-grapey about Toronto being passed over. Damn you with your stupid comments Mel Lastman!

I don’t understand awarding China with such an honour after all of its human rights violations. It boggles the mind. Let’s see how it all unfolds – but just remember my prediction. The world is watching.

On to something totally unrelated. Yesterday I discovered that my identity was stolen. No I didn’t wake up and forget who I was – not that kind of identity being stolen. I received two credit cards for two electronic stores that I never applied for. I called and discovered that on March 17th someone got $5000 of credit on each card and maxed them out. I spent the entire morning yesterday on the phone with the stores, three credit bureaus, my bank and the Police. The officer came to my work right away and did some calling around. Turns out the thief (yes thief you rat bastard!) had my name, address, date of birth, SIN NUMBER (!) and a false driver’s license. In the credit card applications it said they worked for The City of Toronto. I am totally pissed. More so I am hurt. I know this person doesn’t know me from Adam but I still feel like someone hates me and is trying to do me harm. It creeps me out. I can’t figure how someone got my SIN number but I suppose there are tons of ways to find it. Just this past January I had a new credit card intercepted before it arrived in the mail and someone in Quebec made four thousand dollars of purchases on it and this wasn’t even activated. I think this might all be related. Lordy!

Well this whole blog seems like a litany of complaints doesn’t it? But I’m not really like that. I’m generally a sunny happy person and if I just went on and on about how much I love my husband and children your eyes would glaze over. BUT (begging your pardon) I must say that Chloe after her bath tonight was toddling around in her rabbit hoody towel with her name on the back and I kid you not people, the sweetness was so crazy that it would make your teeth ache.

Well this is a bit disjointed so I’ll leave it for now but I will leave you this thought – parenting is much easier if you have batteries.

Dame Edna, Pregnancy and more K.D.!

Hello again Possums! This is my second post in the same day. Yes, second! Take that. I am dare I say prolific? No I guess not with just two crappy little posts but still it’s better than my average.

I had a weird experience today. I was messing around on youtube at lunch today and did a search for Dame Edna, whom I adore. Guess who the interview was with that she was doing? K. D. Lang. That’s right folks, two K. D. Lang incidents on the same day! It’s sort of like a pregnancy experience when you notice a ton of pregnant women. Okay maybe it’s nothing like that but still – a huge coincidence.

You MUST watch this youtube video. Run; don’t walk, to see this one. I LOVE HER. Dame Edna I mean.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BxyuVs0SK9s

Also I’m a bit distressed with Chloe’s pronunciation of certain words lately. Please for the love of God don’t ask her to say fork. Because she will say a certain four letter word that begins with the letter f. You know what I mean. Not terribly Christian of her is it? Because she repeats it like four times. Then again I have a nephew who would look at an oversized clock at Chapters and he would yell, “Big cock! Big Cock!” My sister was mortified and would say loudly, “Yes, dear, Big Clock, Big Clock!

Parental Victory in Richmond Gardens! Hallelujah!

Hello Possums! Is anyone else here tired of winter? Please make a show of hands. Thank you, I thought so.

So yes, victory in the sleep in battle of 2008. It took only 3 semi-hellacious mornings to break our darling Chloe of the early waking. Why didn’t we do this earlier? It just goes to show you that children’s habits can be changed with a wee bit of intestinal fortitude.
Her record was 9:10 on Saturday and I know it had a lot to do with the time change but still, going from 4:30 to 8:10? I’ll take it! Today was good as she got up at 7:00. Can I hear a hallelujah?

Speaking of hallelujah – I must say my favourite song of all time is Hallelujah by Leonard Cohen. I especially like the version by K.D. Lang. Just a note to friends, I would like the instrumental version of this played at my funeral. Please remind my husband. Don’t worry I don’t plan on checking out until I’m 86 at least.

Here’s the K.D. Lang version:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JlXV19TykLY

Now I've heard there was a secret chord

That David played, and it pleased the Lord

But you don't really care for music, do ya?

It goes like this

The fourth, the fifth

The minor fall, the major lift

The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Awesome.


Last night Henry came wandering into our room at 2:00 am. My husband is currently in Orlando so I just told Henry to hop in. He would not STOP talking.

Henry: why are you sleeping on daddy’s side of the bed?
Me: Because I set the alarm on his clock and don’t want to wake you in the morning.
Henry: ohhh okay. Uuummm Mommy?
Me: yes Henry
Henry: what’s an alarm?

This went on and on until I told him if he didn’t stop that he had to go back to his own bed. Then he had to pee. Then he needed a drink. Then he knocked my glasses off of the night table. Then he had to have his head on my pillow with me because the other one was too far. Then he kicked me in the crotch. Twice. (Ouch I know) Then he was really starting to annoy me. Then he goes and says something adorable so I can no longer be mad at him. “Mommy, you’re the best Mama in the world. Let’s do some kissing!”

War Declared in Richmond Gardens

Just a quick update. I’m working on a longer entry but have been very busy. I know this is a running theme but dear god my daughter was up at 4:22 am and there was no way she was going back down. Every morning I hear the thud, thud, thud of her little feet running across her bedroom. Then she starts banging on the door yelling, MAMA! MAMA! MUMMMMMEEEEE! MOM! She does it with this tone of urgency that roughly translates into, “For the love of God people I am stuck here in the room of death and must be released immediately! I MUST. NOW!”

If I try to calm her and lie down with her she starts screaming, “NO.NO.NO” much like Amy Winehouse. If I bring her into our bed she sits up immediately and starts smacking us about the head.

As you can see things are now dire. The gauntlet has been thrown and I am picking it up. I am declaring all out war against the early riser. Here’s the plan: My son and I will sleep downstairs so as not to be disturbed by the screaming that will occur tomorrow morning. Thomas will go into her room every ten minutes and lay her down and immediately leave the room. This will go on every ten minutes until 6 am. It’s gonna be ugly people. There will be crying, there will be incredible amounts of snot and tears involved. It’s been two years and it is doing us in.

If anyone has suggestions please feel free to let me know as this is quite the pits. Good thing she is so damn cute. That’s the rub.