Ice Schmice

When we woke up yesterday morning we were greeted by ice, ice and rain.

Sweet (note sarcasm).

I try my best to get out of the house as soon as I can almost every day. I absolutely hate staying in, it makes the day go by soooo slow. This weather did not please me. It meant that Dave and I had to figure out how we would spend our day indoors...*shit*...and try our best to not play with Tommy Trains all freaking day.

**Don't get me wrong, I love that Tommy can take my sons attention away from the fact that I'm cooking dinner, lunch, or whatever, but these days after 30 minutes of Tommy and Friends going around the track for their 60th time is just not as exciting as it used to be.**

So we decided to bake cookies for Nana's birthday. Got everything ready. Shit. No brown sugar. Totally not scraping the inch of ice off our car.

Walking to the store.

"I'll go" I say. I'm already going stir crazy.

You think a pregnant woman would be a little more cautious when walking on the icy death trap formerly known as a sidewalk. But no...it was a lovely icy, sliding, paradise... that is until is started to pour rain on me...then it sucked ass...luckily it was on my way home.

Finally we baked, and it was fun....but it didn't last nearly long enough...it was 10am....and we were already eating cookies.

OH CRAP.....he's back to the Tommy Trains....Dave, what should we do? These freaking trains are getting on my nerves.....WAIT....IDEA....my parents had brought the paper over the other day....there is a kids contest for The Big Comfy Couch that Miles could do. Miles enters his first contest. A colouring contest....he's a shoe in!

OOOOOOOOOO Big Surprise! He wants to play with his trains again. We give in, and play trains.

Lunch finally arrives, promptly followed by nap (2.5 hours, I have no idea why he was so tired, we were inside all freaking morning). When Miles woke up the streets had been salted, and believe me, you couldn't get us our of the house fast enough. I can't wait for summer!

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!!

LOVE YOUR FRIEND MILES !!!!

Some strange woman's Belly

I usually blog while Miles naps....well, that and clean the house, do laundry, cook dinner or any number of other things I can find to do in a two and a half hour time frame. For the past three months while Miles napped...I napped (ahh sweet sweet sleep). There was no blogging, a dirty house, piles of laundry and dinner was always made last minute. It's time to spill the beans.

I'm pregnant!

I know some of you already know, but some of my faithful readers who I've never even met, aside from reading their blog everyday (I sometimes wonder if I know more about them than some of my own friends) don't know yet. Needless to say, these days I'm feeling less tired and have been inspired to blog a bit more than I was in the first trimester.

My last pregnancy with Miles was a breeze, aside from the fact that I gained a freakish 60 pounds! I was running and swimming practically every day. I really did eat quite healthy...I mean, don't get me wrong, I did indulge every now and again, but I did that before I was pregnant too. Miles was 10 pounds and c-section. To make it a long story short, because of some hormone issue relating to pregnancy and birth, I was never really able to get my old body back. Some doctors have told me that perhaps getting pregnant again would "correct" this whole hormone situation. My fingers are crossed. It's been very difficult for me to live in this body.

Ok...my point. I'm starting off this pregnancy 30 pounds heavier than I was for my last pregnancy. I am terrified of what is going to happen to my body this time around. I already look like I looked at 19 weeks with Miles. I've been keeping a schedule of what I've been eating to make sure I don't lie to myself, and even though I understand that often women show sooner for their second pregnancies I am afraid of the next few months.

To make it even more difficult, two of my close friends who are skinny beyond belief are both pregnant. Nathalie is a bit further along, so I don't look as pregnant as her (thank god), but I am a month behind my friend Michelle and I'm definitely way bigger than her. To top it off, the most frustrating thing is that likely after they both have their babies they will look like they were never pregnant at all...like two days after they deliver and I'll be strugling with my wieght for another year. UNFAIR!

So in search of some hope I found the pregnant belly gallery. It is here that I found the strange woman's belly. I don't know who she is (and I certainly hope she doesn't mind I've posted her on my blog...oh well, that's what you get for posting your picture on the net). I know this is her second pregnancy and that she's not having twins. I know she is as far along in her pregnancy as I am. I now introduce to you SOME STRANGE WOMAN'S BELLY!!!

Look at that belly! Thank you strange woman.

Classic

I grew up knowing that happiness was a warm gun. I knew who Casey Jones was, and that for some strange reason there was always Smoke on the Water. I learned to know when to hold em and know when to fold them, and I knew how to Turn the Page.

Classic Rock.


It's what my parents listened to....it's what I listened to until I discovered that there was more to life (though some may beg to differ) than The Beatles, Grand Funk Railroad, and the Grateful Dead.

It was around grade six when I started experimenting with bands like Ministry, Skinny Puppy, The Smiths, The Dead Kennedy's and the like. I wore a lot of black. My parents hated it.

It was around grade nine that I realized that even though I could appreciate Ministry every now and again, I just didn't want to listen to them as much as I wanted to say goodbye to the yellow brick road, and discuss the merits of the Stranglehold. It wasn't the drugs either, it was the music people. That's not all I listened too, there was The Tragically Hip, Smashing Pumpkins, Ween...and well, the Beastie Boys were always a constant. But I always fell back on the Classics.

As I got older I began to appreciate hip hop. The Roots, Tribe, De La Soul...yadda yadda yadda. And you know other stuff like Radiohead, Beck...you get the picture. But when I'm in my car, WCSX (classic rock station) is usually my first choice. If I have to throw in a cd, it's Dylan or the Dead.


My point is that currently every night in our house we dance. If we aren't at home, we dance at our friends house.

Sometimes it's to the White Stripes, sometimes it's to James Brown or Stevie Wonder, sometimes it's King Reign.....sometimes it's Bon Jovi (whoo hoo). It just makes me wonder, with Johnny Cash, Dr. Dre, and the Grateful Dead to dance to every night. What music will Miles take to? What music will he fall back on when all the "trendy" bands come and go? Perhaps I don't care as long as he keeps dancing....perhaps I secretly hope he will hold on tightly to the classics....but aren't they all?

Still Scratching

I've been bad. I know. I'll be back. The rattan is still scratching my ass.

I Know It's Early Thursday....Pretending It's Wordless Wednesday

**Miles in Australia at 6 months...yes thats a real spider....no it's not alive...yes we saw them ten times bigger than that!**

My Heart Melted Today

Today I looked at Miles and said, "Love you Miles"

Today Miles looked at me and said, "Love you Ma Ma"

..........oh and did I mention I need a new camera Santa?