JONAH CAN DO STAIRS!

Now that the weather is nice the kids are outside often, and Jonah learned how to do stairs last week. So that means that Jonah has also discovered the back yard. Everytime he sees the back door open for any reason he flies down the stairs and out the back door before anyone can stop him. So now he gets lots of chances to play with the big kids in the sand box, and with the puppy on the lawn. He's a pretty happy boy.

WHAT A PAIN IN THE NECK !
The night before last I woke up at 3am with blinding pain in my upper back and neck. After a fitful night sleep I woke up and called my client's to let them know I wouldn't be able to make it to work, and called the chiropractor for an appointment. He tried massaging it and then adjusting it, then did a laser treatment, but couldn't figure out what's causing the pain. He sent me for x-rays, and then home again. So here I sit pumping Advil and Robax Platinum for pain management. I'm feeling a little bit better today, but I still can't look left and right very well, or look down. It's not the easiest thing to cope with as I watch my house falling to shambles around me!!! Hopefully it will clear up soon on its own.

SPRING HAS SPRUNG!

And with it has come mud. Muddy shoes, muddy rubber boots, muddy vehicles, muddy kitchen floors when the muddy shoes and boots are left on by the muddy pre-schoolers. Despite the constant mud I'm loving that the kids can finally go outside and get some fresh air. Mary has discovered a love for geology. She spends hours picking gravel out of our driveway and washing it in the bathroom sink. Jason wants to be on his bike constantly. Yesterday, while Jason was riding his skateboard down our ditch and Mary was picking rocks a little guy I used to baby-sit showed up after school, and I was nervous to let him stay, because things didn't end on the greatest of terms. Anyway, I thought this may be a good chance to let the kids play again, and called his mom to find out if he could stay a little while. He got hurt a couple of times when under my care, and I know that his mom wasn't really trusting of my abilities. Anyway, she agreed and I watched them like a HAWK the whole time he was here. I stood at the kitchen window watching them each dig in the sand box for the entire duration of his stay. When it was time to go I walked out to find him COVERED in mud. His new-looking Adidas jacket had mud caked all over the front of it. When I questioned him he said that Jason had thrown mud at him. I called Jason over by his FULL name and demanded to know what on earth he was thinking THROWING mud at his friend. He sheepishly says "I was just trying to get the mud off my shovel." ARRRGH! Try explaining that one to his mom without looking like I'm a "My kid would NEVER do such a thing" kind of mom. Stupid mud.

Who's there?


Our kids have discovered the wonderful world of knock, knock jokes. Most evenings at supper we are entertained by their line-up of humour. Because they are only three and four-years-old they often forget or mix up the punch lines.
This was Jason's newest:

JASON: "knock, knock!"
US: "Who's there?"
JASON: "orange!"
US: "Orange who?"
JASON: "Orange you glad you didn't let me in!?"

Of course when we burst into laughter at the bizarre joke they are encouraged all the more. This just leads to saying anything that is considered funny when you're a preschooler, just to get more laughs out of mom and dad.
Funny kids.

HAPPY APRIL FOOLS!!!

I think I pulled off my first succesful April Fool's Day trick today! I set it up perfectly. My four-year-old and three-year-old were playing quietly with lego and Polly Pockets, and the baby was quietly launching all the food off his highchair onto the floor for the dog to eat. Chris was having a nice sleep-in on a Saturday morning, when I quietly climbed back into bed next to him, and made a few seconds of idle chit chat. Then I dug deep into the part of me where the hours of highschool drama instruction was tucked away, and I quietly said "there's something I need to tell you." Just by the nervousness in my voice he new what my big news was going to be. Yes, I told him we were expecting baby #4, and that I had seen the doctor on Wednesday. He slowly rolled over with a look that was telling what he was really feeling inside, and "compassionately" said "why did you wait so long to tell me?" PERFECT for the delivery of my prank. I calmly replied, "because I didn't know how to tell you. And because I was waiting for April Fool's Day." The last thing I heard before he buried his head back under the pillow was "Jerk".