FELINE FUN

I decided a couple of weeks ago I'd like to get a mouse trap. A furry one. So we spoke for one in Eastend yesterday, and planned to go pick it up last night. As we were sitting down to supper a friend of mine stopped by with two orphaned kittens, wondering if we wanted one. Of course Mary fell in love with a little black one, but Chris still wanted to get the orange one for which we had spoken. Now I, who *hates* cats, now is the proud owner of two! I'm hoping that getting them as kittens will help my transition, and that I will automatically have affection for them, because they're cute now. I also hope that it helps Oliver adjust to them as well, considering when they're fully grown they'll be bigger than him! Jason's is named Julius (for the drink-- even though I know he named it from the show Deliliah and Julius, but I think the other reason is cuter), and Mary named her's Missy. Which is a much better name than her other two choices : Oliver or Mary.

Heard at our House Last Week:

My mom was babysitting for me last week and had this conversation with Mary:

Mary: You have hair in your nose.
Nan: Yes, everyone has hair in his or her nose.
Mary: I don't, I just have boogers.

Thank you Mary.

C-O-O-L-R-I-D-E-R

I don't want one.. I have one (a cool rider that is). Chris bought a motorbike, and thinks that I secretly love it (even though I repeatedly tell him I'm terrified of anything with less than three wheels. Chris is to airplane as Kate is to bi-ped.) Anyway, in honour of his new toy I thought I would post a pic. Here's my grease lightning cool rider. Eat your heart out Michelle Pfeiffer!!

MOTHER'S DAY

It was a nice, laid back day. We got the back yard tidied up quite a bit and looking presentable again. Chris set up the tent for the kids to play in, so they were very excited!! Then friends of ours came and we went out for Chinese food, which is always a real treat. Before bed I watched my new favourite show "Big Love". And that's all she wrote!

In tribute to my Mom I thought I would write about my favourite memory of her growing up. My mom was the BEST mom in the world to take care of us when we were sick. I can remember one time having a really bad chest infection, and was in bed for days, not allowed to speak. She had dad run set up a T.V. in my room, and I watched the Wizard of Oz. She had me clap out codes to her for what kind of juice I wanted, etc. so that I wouldn't talk. She was always really, really good at making me feel better when I was sick. I still want her when I'm sick now!!!

WHAT'S THE OTHER GUY LOOK LIKE?

Yesterday morning Jonah was playing with an old keyboard (one of his favourite toys), and he tripped over the chord. He landed on the corner of a dining room chair and gave himself one heck of a shiner. It made me realize how different my parenting styles are becoming from my first to my third child. The first time Jason fell off the bed (which didn't even result in any injury) Chris and I had a huge fight over whose fault it was. We acted like it was the end of the world. Now Jonah looks like we beat him, and I hardly even noticed. I thought I would take him to the bathtub to distract him, because he was crying so hard, and it wasn't even until I saw him in the mirror that I saw the damage. Poor guy. He's by far the toughest of our kids, and we seem to raise 'em tough.