I like the Thursday 13 thing so I have moved it to Saturday because I have more time. Here we go ...
Thirteen Quirky/Crazy Things People Don't Know about Me (and probably don't care)
1. Growing up my nickname was Lauralski. My sister came up with it and knew it drove me crazy. Thanks, Beckwith (I mean, Becky)
2. I have passed 2 written driving tests and 2 road tests. I have failed one written test and 5 road tests. I do not have nerves of steel when it comes to driving tests.
3. People who drove with me before the age of 23 really are terrified to get in the car with me most of the time.
4. Some people believe that I have a slightly obsessive personality. I do not agree. Addictive maybe, but not obsessive.
5. If I were to agree that I am a tad bit obsessive the things that come to mind are: Phantom, Kurt Browning, City, and I think that is about it. Maybe also the Louis/'Flouis' thing but that was a short period in my life.
6. I took singing lessons - but quit shortly after I started.
7. I have done a mini-triathlon. It almost killed me because I had to swim in a lake and then bike and then run. What was I thinking? I believe I am a stronger person for having done that. And I will never swim in any lake again.
8. I forgot my hairdresser Bill in #5.
9. I love and adore the hairdresser who I have gone to for almost 15 years now and I used to send him cards and letters on a regular basis. If there was one person I felt I really needed to talk to in a crisis I would hands-down trust him with anything. He knows that. And, I love him for that.
10. Sadly, I love the Show America's Next Top Model. It's a bit addictive. Canada's not so much. This does not think I could be a model.
11. Pride week is important to me. I lived on Church Street and in many ways grew up as a person living there. I learned about acceptance - and also about being the one seeking acceptance. I plan to be at the Pride Parade because I want my son to understand - and not judge. And, yes, I will probably cry when I see PFLAG walk by because it always brings tears to my eyes and having my own child makes that more clear.
12. I am absolutely addicted to rewards programs like Shoppers Optimum Points. I love something for free - even if I have to spend more to get a reward.
13. When I was a child (maybe 7 or 8 I think) I was recorded on a cd with a small singing ensemble. I love to say I have my own CD. Actually, 20 years ago it was probably a record. A what? A RECORD!
Friday, June 16, 2006
The Stroller Thing - Take 2
I sould really be at the grocery store now so this is pretty short.
I had to follow upi about the stroller thing becasue I have had so much input both via blog and e-mail and also in person.
I am sure you've all heard the line of "if NAME jumped off the CN Tower would you?"
My mom stopped using that line on me pretty early because she knew that often I would answer yes. Plus, she is more creative than that.
So the question is whether or not I will buy a MacLaren stroller just because some blogger (and person I thought was pretty cool pre-blogging) that I think is like the coolest person ever suggested it.
Yes.
Pretty much.
Not to mention you can buy a Kate Spade or Burberry MacLaren. Cool stroller and cool brand. Actually, I will not push for one of those.
Though, Amy, if you are reading this, I am sure that the BURBERRY stroller is not much more than your Burberry everything else. Matty would really love you if you bought him that stroller (hint hint)
I digress.
I am defintiely going for it. True it's not in the budget. But what is? Not much. And if having this coveted stroller will make me this much happier I am getting it.
I think I'm stopping by Once pon a Child.
So now the hunt is on. Bring on the Maclaren. You only live once, and really I have taken a test drive and they are defintiely remarkable.
I had to follow upi about the stroller thing becasue I have had so much input both via blog and e-mail and also in person.
I am sure you've all heard the line of "if NAME jumped off the CN Tower would you?"
My mom stopped using that line on me pretty early because she knew that often I would answer yes. Plus, she is more creative than that.
So the question is whether or not I will buy a MacLaren stroller just because some blogger (and person I thought was pretty cool pre-blogging) that I think is like the coolest person ever suggested it.
Yes.
Pretty much.
Not to mention you can buy a Kate Spade or Burberry MacLaren. Cool stroller and cool brand. Actually, I will not push for one of those.
Though, Amy, if you are reading this, I am sure that the BURBERRY stroller is not much more than your Burberry everything else. Matty would really love you if you bought him that stroller (hint hint)
I digress.
I am defintiely going for it. True it's not in the budget. But what is? Not much. And if having this coveted stroller will make me this much happier I am getting it.
I think I'm stopping by Once pon a Child.
So now the hunt is on. Bring on the Maclaren. You only live once, and really I have taken a test drive and they are defintiely remarkable.
Where's my Fire Warden Hat?
I rarely blog about work.
There are several reasons for this, but mostly it is because a) I spend a lot of time here so I don't feel like talking about it when I write and b) I don't think it's really appropriate since it's such a small world.
However, one of the things I tend to do at work is get involved. If there's a company activity or outing I really try to go because I am one of these people who think that work stuff (like company picnics, etc) are fun. And I also get asked to join things. It must be my sparkling personality - or the fact that I talk way too much to just about everyone. And, side note, I always got in trouble for talking in class and now look at me - it's encouraged.
Anyway ...
The one thing that has been big at work lately is the fire warden program. I attended the training sessions, I got the red hat (no, there are no pictures) and I took part in a fire drill, leading people to exits. The training really actually inspired me to learn a little more about safety both at work and at home.
Add to that the fact that the last fire drill the entire building evacuated in record time, and I am feeling pretty proud of my skills.
Maybe a little too proud because ...
When we got to the daycare today the fire alarm started going off. My first though was that I may have a chance to use my new fire warden skills. I made sure to keep Matthew outside, and then I instructed other parents to stay outside while it was being investigated. I think at one point I did say "I am a fire warden, afterall".
Okay - so it turns out that it was a test. My skills were not needed. But, I did feel quite proud of not only my knowledge but my lack of fear in the face of such an event. I was also wishing I had my Fire Warden hat on. I think the other parents would have been duly impressed by it.
And, there really was a moment of banding together. One of the moms pulled out a soccer ball and had the kids kicking it to each other. Another dad was about to take the kids to the playground. We were moments away from singing Kumbayah.
And then it stopped.
Excitement over - back to work.
I'll say this - bring on the fire alarms. I'm ready!
There are several reasons for this, but mostly it is because a) I spend a lot of time here so I don't feel like talking about it when I write and b) I don't think it's really appropriate since it's such a small world.
However, one of the things I tend to do at work is get involved. If there's a company activity or outing I really try to go because I am one of these people who think that work stuff (like company picnics, etc) are fun. And I also get asked to join things. It must be my sparkling personality - or the fact that I talk way too much to just about everyone. And, side note, I always got in trouble for talking in class and now look at me - it's encouraged.
Anyway ...
The one thing that has been big at work lately is the fire warden program. I attended the training sessions, I got the red hat (no, there are no pictures) and I took part in a fire drill, leading people to exits. The training really actually inspired me to learn a little more about safety both at work and at home.
Add to that the fact that the last fire drill the entire building evacuated in record time, and I am feeling pretty proud of my skills.
Maybe a little too proud because ...
When we got to the daycare today the fire alarm started going off. My first though was that I may have a chance to use my new fire warden skills. I made sure to keep Matthew outside, and then I instructed other parents to stay outside while it was being investigated. I think at one point I did say "I am a fire warden, afterall".
Okay - so it turns out that it was a test. My skills were not needed. But, I did feel quite proud of not only my knowledge but my lack of fear in the face of such an event. I was also wishing I had my Fire Warden hat on. I think the other parents would have been duly impressed by it.
And, there really was a moment of banding together. One of the moms pulled out a soccer ball and had the kids kicking it to each other. Another dad was about to take the kids to the playground. We were moments away from singing Kumbayah.
And then it stopped.
Excitement over - back to work.
I'll say this - bring on the fire alarms. I'm ready!
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Biting and Strollers
En route to the daycare today I started to write a blog entry in my head. This frightens me slightly. The topic being strollers and then biting factored into my morning, so herewith is a double entry all rolled into one. (fully inspired by Nine Pound Dictator's "I love you and Needles" which is 2 seemingly unlikely topics rolled into one. And, if Rebecca can do it I can surely copy - though she is a professional writer and I am not).
Anyway ...
Back to the stroller issue.
My husband and I are currently in discussions about the purchase of a new stroller. There are a couple of things at issue here. First is that Matty-Matt is two and does not need a stroller for mobility. Second is that we have a couple of strollers already.
My argument for the stroller is this. I'm completely and utterly frustrated by the stroller we use. It's great because it is small. It was pretty cheap (about $25) and does a good job. Except I use it all the time and the wheels are slowly breaking on me. Plus, we are always carrying things to and fro on the stroller and if Matt climbs out the think topples. It drives me crazy.
And, on the topic of age. I agree that he is old enough to walk. But that is also my problem with it. He is old enough to run away from me. And, when we are constantly around buses, cars, subways and busy streets I want him contained as much as possible. Don't get me wrong. The child runs a lot. He plays outside a couple of hours a day and is non stop most of the time. So sitting in a stroller to commute I think is smart. I just need a good stroller with extra strong harnesses.
So we will see.
And on to the topic of biting ...
This one gets me pretty upset.
Matthew is biting at daycare. I'm not totally sure how to handle it. I really really feel like is teacher is putting some of the blame on Mike and I. And that's not fair. The cruxt of her problem is that Matthew laughs when he bites. Why? She wanted to know.
I don't know. It's not like Mike and I laugh when Matt bites us. Nor do we play games and run around biting each other and laughing. (well ... not around Matty anyway. Ha ha.) But, seriously.
I don't really know what to do about it. We talk to Matt about biting. We tell him no and we tell him that it is mean. He even is now saying "No biting."
But it continues.
Ahhh ... the terrible twos.
Anyway ...
Back to the stroller issue.
My husband and I are currently in discussions about the purchase of a new stroller. There are a couple of things at issue here. First is that Matty-Matt is two and does not need a stroller for mobility. Second is that we have a couple of strollers already.
My argument for the stroller is this. I'm completely and utterly frustrated by the stroller we use. It's great because it is small. It was pretty cheap (about $25) and does a good job. Except I use it all the time and the wheels are slowly breaking on me. Plus, we are always carrying things to and fro on the stroller and if Matt climbs out the think topples. It drives me crazy.
And, on the topic of age. I agree that he is old enough to walk. But that is also my problem with it. He is old enough to run away from me. And, when we are constantly around buses, cars, subways and busy streets I want him contained as much as possible. Don't get me wrong. The child runs a lot. He plays outside a couple of hours a day and is non stop most of the time. So sitting in a stroller to commute I think is smart. I just need a good stroller with extra strong harnesses.
So we will see.
And on to the topic of biting ...
This one gets me pretty upset.
Matthew is biting at daycare. I'm not totally sure how to handle it. I really really feel like is teacher is putting some of the blame on Mike and I. And that's not fair. The cruxt of her problem is that Matthew laughs when he bites. Why? She wanted to know.
I don't know. It's not like Mike and I laugh when Matt bites us. Nor do we play games and run around biting each other and laughing. (well ... not around Matty anyway. Ha ha.) But, seriously.
I don't really know what to do about it. We talk to Matt about biting. We tell him no and we tell him that it is mean. He even is now saying "No biting."
But it continues.
Ahhh ... the terrible twos.
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Friends Again!
Last night I called a friend I haven't seen in awhile.
She's a mommy friend. She's one of those friends who met me at my worst - when Matt was only a couple of months old.
Together with our other friend Ginny (see my Mother's day posts - I don't know how to do hyper links) we got through a whole lot of crap together. We went to play groups together, we went shopping together, we borrowed clothes and shoes and celebrated New Year's together.
And then life kind of seperated us.
We used to live in the same condo (where I am again and where Ginny always has been) and then I moved to Oakville and she moved to Scarborough.
But, the biggest thing dividing us was this:
I went back to work, and she stayed home. Don't get me wrong. She was not judging me. But, I was certainly judging myself. And when I spent time with her I felt guilty. I felt like I wasn't as good a person as her because I was following a different path.
I clung to the friends who were making the decisions I wasre: working because it was easier.
But, you know what ... she stood by me. In fact, as I dreaded putting Matt into daycare she offered up her home if I wanted him to stay with her (and she had 2 toddlers). That's just the kind of person she is.
We stayed in touch, but I kind of closed her out a bit because I wasn't quite ready to hold myself up to the mirror of her choices.
But last night I called her -- Because I realized what I was doing. And I realized that maybe, just maybe there was a bit of jealousy going on on my part. And we chatted about a lot of stuff - about the stuff that makes us so like.
We laughed about our little boys and their love of dinosaurs, the stages they are at and how crazy they can be. We talked about our relationships and we talked about our friends. And, I realized not only how great it is to have an incredible friend. I realized how amazing it is to know that sometimes people wait for you to be ready to be friends again when you get over yourself and your silliness.
There's a lot of stuff that I know I would like to change to be a better person. And last night I realized that maybe being a little less judgemental (of myself and others) would be a really great to start.
She's a mommy friend. She's one of those friends who met me at my worst - when Matt was only a couple of months old.
Together with our other friend Ginny (see my Mother's day posts - I don't know how to do hyper links) we got through a whole lot of crap together. We went to play groups together, we went shopping together, we borrowed clothes and shoes and celebrated New Year's together.
And then life kind of seperated us.
We used to live in the same condo (where I am again and where Ginny always has been) and then I moved to Oakville and she moved to Scarborough.
But, the biggest thing dividing us was this:
I went back to work, and she stayed home. Don't get me wrong. She was not judging me. But, I was certainly judging myself. And when I spent time with her I felt guilty. I felt like I wasn't as good a person as her because I was following a different path.
I clung to the friends who were making the decisions I wasre: working because it was easier.
But, you know what ... she stood by me. In fact, as I dreaded putting Matt into daycare she offered up her home if I wanted him to stay with her (and she had 2 toddlers). That's just the kind of person she is.
We stayed in touch, but I kind of closed her out a bit because I wasn't quite ready to hold myself up to the mirror of her choices.
But last night I called her -- Because I realized what I was doing. And I realized that maybe, just maybe there was a bit of jealousy going on on my part. And we chatted about a lot of stuff - about the stuff that makes us so like.
We laughed about our little boys and their love of dinosaurs, the stages they are at and how crazy they can be. We talked about our relationships and we talked about our friends. And, I realized not only how great it is to have an incredible friend. I realized how amazing it is to know that sometimes people wait for you to be ready to be friends again when you get over yourself and your silliness.
There's a lot of stuff that I know I would like to change to be a better person. And last night I realized that maybe being a little less judgemental (of myself and others) would be a really great to start.
Monday, June 12, 2006
Art of Peace or Art of Noise ...
Last week I went to a rather phenomenal exhibit called the Art of Peace. It was hosted by a friend of mine (and colleague). She put together this exhibit of student art work, poetry and writing dedicated to peace. It's a pretty great idea.
And she invited me to the opening of the exhibition.
The event was held at the Scarborough Civic Centre. I'd never been there before. The work is displayed in the rotunda and the ceremony (guest speakers) we in sort of the main part.
The event last week started at 6pm and as it was pretty casual Matthew and I arrived at 7. Being the good mother and friend that I am, I made sure that Matt was clean and fed and looking dapper for our arrival at the exhibit.
I worked hard at explaining to him that it was art, and told him his friend Angela would be there.
Maybe I hyped it up just a little too much because Matt was excited when we arrived - despite the fact that we had parked a distance away and gone up 2 hills and many stairs searching for the location.
Whatever. We found it. And we walked into the centre to enjoy the Art of Peace.
In about 30 seconds it became The Art of Noise. Matty's noise that is.
"Oh WOW!" he screamed as he ran down the spiral staircase laughing.
I quickly followed him, grateful that I had not worn the heels my husband wisely warned me against.
He was about to greet our friend when he spotted the fish.
What municipal centre, I ask you, has in its centre a HUGE fish pond filled with coy that a kid could climb into. Oh - wait, that's the Scarborough Civic Centre.
So, while guest speakers, readers and danceers celebrated peace, this mother and her toddler talked to fish. I can honestly tell you I have never seen a fish jump out of the water till last Thursday's fish feeding. It was pretty cool.
What surprised me, though, about the evening, was how accepting everyone was. People were smiling at us and laughing and not rolling their eyes.
Hmmm ...
I guess we gave peace a chance (ha ha ha)
And, PS Angela had the most GORGEOUS eyebrows of anyone there. Really.
And she invited me to the opening of the exhibition.
The event was held at the Scarborough Civic Centre. I'd never been there before. The work is displayed in the rotunda and the ceremony (guest speakers) we in sort of the main part.
The event last week started at 6pm and as it was pretty casual Matthew and I arrived at 7. Being the good mother and friend that I am, I made sure that Matt was clean and fed and looking dapper for our arrival at the exhibit.
I worked hard at explaining to him that it was art, and told him his friend Angela would be there.
Maybe I hyped it up just a little too much because Matt was excited when we arrived - despite the fact that we had parked a distance away and gone up 2 hills and many stairs searching for the location.
Whatever. We found it. And we walked into the centre to enjoy the Art of Peace.
In about 30 seconds it became The Art of Noise. Matty's noise that is.
"Oh WOW!" he screamed as he ran down the spiral staircase laughing.
I quickly followed him, grateful that I had not worn the heels my husband wisely warned me against.
He was about to greet our friend when he spotted the fish.
What municipal centre, I ask you, has in its centre a HUGE fish pond filled with coy that a kid could climb into. Oh - wait, that's the Scarborough Civic Centre.
So, while guest speakers, readers and danceers celebrated peace, this mother and her toddler talked to fish. I can honestly tell you I have never seen a fish jump out of the water till last Thursday's fish feeding. It was pretty cool.
What surprised me, though, about the evening, was how accepting everyone was. People were smiling at us and laughing and not rolling their eyes.
Hmmm ...
I guess we gave peace a chance (ha ha ha)
And, PS Angela had the most GORGEOUS eyebrows of anyone there. Really.
Soccer Fever
Our soccer star!
My husband's family is Dutch.
They have soccer fever. And, given that I used to play soccer when I was young I enjoy watching soccer as well. So, since the world cup is on we are glued to the set when the Netherlands play.
Here's an interesting tidbit I did not know.
The Dutch flags colours are red, white and navy, but the soccer players wear orange (as do many of their other sports teams). The reason behind this is that the last reigning monarchs were the House of Orange. So now everyone wears orange. Fascinating, eh?
We decided to introduce Matt to soccer. We went to Toys R Us and bought a ball and then showed him soccer on tv.
He's kind of indifferent, but the pictures sure are cute.
Enjoy!
They have soccer fever. And, given that I used to play soccer when I was young I enjoy watching soccer as well. So, since the world cup is on we are glued to the set when the Netherlands play.
Here's an interesting tidbit I did not know.
The Dutch flags colours are red, white and navy, but the soccer players wear orange (as do many of their other sports teams). The reason behind this is that the last reigning monarchs were the House of Orange. So now everyone wears orange. Fascinating, eh?
We decided to introduce Matt to soccer. We went to Toys R Us and bought a ball and then showed him soccer on tv.
He's kind of indifferent, but the pictures sure are cute.
Enjoy!
Saturday, June 10, 2006
A wonderful day
Yesterday was great!
The first great part of the day was that one of my colleague's came back to work. She has been of for 10 months because she had breast cancer. I had just started working at my job when I met her. She's about my mom's age, so there is a significant age difference. But, it was just a very comfortable friendship. The kind where you can chat for ages on a quiet afternoon and really not even mention anything about work.
And then one day she just disappeared and we later heard she had bresat cancer. I was delighted to see her back. And, of course, when she came over to say I promptly gave her a hug and started to cry. (it's okay - she did too). And, she's doing really well. (and looks amazing).
Honestly, as I said to her, if I didn't know where she had been I'd have thought she'd spent the year off and ended it by going to a spa and getting a makeover.
I don't think there's a better start to the day.
But the day got better. Usually I eat at my desk, but yesterday I went out for lunch with several other "assistants" in my office. It was fun. We were laughing and joking around and having a good time. It was nice.
And then I left early and went shopping en route to pick Matty up from daycare. I had time to have a nice chat with his teachers and watch him play with his friends for a bit. One funny thing, he always talks about his friend Nathan. It's Nathan this and Nathan that. I was expecting someone really exciting. Nathan is the shyest quietest kid in the class. He just sort of watches Matt run around. Funny.
Anyway, so I took Matt to Starbucks where we sat and enjoyed chatting and watching the traffic. We don't do that enough. It was pretty fun. I love that my son actually is going for coffee with me now.
And, then we ended up at Toys R Us. So, there was a temper tantrum. I wouldn't buy something for Matt. He really really wanted a digger. But, it was expensive and we were getting another toy and I put my foot down.
In the middle of Toys R Us he started a big temper tantrum. Tears, screaming the works. And, I stood my ground. (I am really trying not to give in to the tantrum.)
But, instead of the usual stares a woman came up to me and said, "Good Work - my daughter is going through that too and she bites." And then she turned to Matt and actually said "You're cute and your mom is doing a good job."
And, shortly the temper tantrum ended and off we went.
I know it was a small thing but I really appreciated it and it was such a nice way to end a nice day.
Okay - I'm off to garage sales.
Vamanos!
The first great part of the day was that one of my colleague's came back to work. She has been of for 10 months because she had breast cancer. I had just started working at my job when I met her. She's about my mom's age, so there is a significant age difference. But, it was just a very comfortable friendship. The kind where you can chat for ages on a quiet afternoon and really not even mention anything about work.
And then one day she just disappeared and we later heard she had bresat cancer. I was delighted to see her back. And, of course, when she came over to say I promptly gave her a hug and started to cry. (it's okay - she did too). And, she's doing really well. (and looks amazing).
Honestly, as I said to her, if I didn't know where she had been I'd have thought she'd spent the year off and ended it by going to a spa and getting a makeover.
I don't think there's a better start to the day.
But the day got better. Usually I eat at my desk, but yesterday I went out for lunch with several other "assistants" in my office. It was fun. We were laughing and joking around and having a good time. It was nice.
And then I left early and went shopping en route to pick Matty up from daycare. I had time to have a nice chat with his teachers and watch him play with his friends for a bit. One funny thing, he always talks about his friend Nathan. It's Nathan this and Nathan that. I was expecting someone really exciting. Nathan is the shyest quietest kid in the class. He just sort of watches Matt run around. Funny.
Anyway, so I took Matt to Starbucks where we sat and enjoyed chatting and watching the traffic. We don't do that enough. It was pretty fun. I love that my son actually is going for coffee with me now.
And, then we ended up at Toys R Us. So, there was a temper tantrum. I wouldn't buy something for Matt. He really really wanted a digger. But, it was expensive and we were getting another toy and I put my foot down.
In the middle of Toys R Us he started a big temper tantrum. Tears, screaming the works. And, I stood my ground. (I am really trying not to give in to the tantrum.)
But, instead of the usual stares a woman came up to me and said, "Good Work - my daughter is going through that too and she bites." And then she turned to Matt and actually said "You're cute and your mom is doing a good job."
And, shortly the temper tantrum ended and off we went.
I know it was a small thing but I really appreciated it and it was such a nice way to end a nice day.
Okay - I'm off to garage sales.
Vamanos!
Friday, June 09, 2006
Open House Tomorrow
Tomorrow's the big day - an Open House at my mom's new office- the Oak Park Wellness Centre. Here are the details:
OPEN HOUSE
Saturday, June 10
10 am- noon
Oak Park Wellness Centre
231 Oak Park Blvd.
Just a quick note:
My mom, Kate, has teamed up with someone named Peter West. They both offer life coaching, stress management, etc.
I first met Peter when I was 16 and going on a trip to Africa. He was the editor of a local paper and he came to interview me. When I eventually mentioned to him that I wanted to write one day he let me write a story upon my return. It was my first published article. He encouraged me and really pushed me in a direction I wanted to go.
He has since gone on from editing to do some amazing things in his life, and is now doing life coaching and running men's groups.
We've had chances off and on to meet and chat, and as my mom explored counselling they ran into each other and decided to become a team (professionally). When she told me I was thrilled. He's such a great guy, and has been such an inspiration to me.
OPEN HOUSE
Saturday, June 10
10 am- noon
Oak Park Wellness Centre
231 Oak Park Blvd.
Just a quick note:
My mom, Kate, has teamed up with someone named Peter West. They both offer life coaching, stress management, etc.
I first met Peter when I was 16 and going on a trip to Africa. He was the editor of a local paper and he came to interview me. When I eventually mentioned to him that I wanted to write one day he let me write a story upon my return. It was my first published article. He encouraged me and really pushed me in a direction I wanted to go.
He has since gone on from editing to do some amazing things in his life, and is now doing life coaching and running men's groups.
We've had chances off and on to meet and chat, and as my mom explored counselling they ran into each other and decided to become a team (professionally). When she told me I was thrilled. He's such a great guy, and has been such an inspiration to me.
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Where is my Gold Star??
Today we had the bus ride from h&*%.
Seriously, it was awful. It started when Matt refused to stay in his stroller. As the stroller is crap he can either a) climb out of it or b) look like he's strangling himself while trying to climb out. I am okay with B when I am alone, but when I am on a full bus with annoying leering strangers I am not so okay with it.
So, I let the toddler loose on a TTC bus in rush hour.
Ha ha I say to the snotty onlookers who leered. Watch me now.
So they watched as Matt ran around screaming, I tripped over my shoes, bag and stroller 3 times and Matt stood laughing saying "uh uh mommy fell and hit head, arm, leg"
That was all in the first 2 minutes.
We got to the first major intersection and Matt threw lego at the woman behind us.
Next major intersection a couple kindly offered up their 2 seats (the man had been holding my stroller for me).
So we sat and Matt spent the next 15 minutes jumping, climbing, pulling hair and singing "The Wheels on the Bus" while I tried to keep him calm and keep myself calm.
And then the end was in sight. I could see the stop where I press the button to get off.
So could Matthew. He wanted to pull the string right then and there.
I saw the gleam in his eye; I saw him reaching for the string.
But no. He is not allowed.
I stopped him.
Two stops away from our beloved home he had the temper tantrum to end all temper tantrums.
It was golden.
I too started to cry. Just a little. I could almost pretend it was sweat. Everyone stopped staring. They knew I was cracking. Just knew it.
And then we hit it. The beloved stop where we pull the string. I whispered to Matthew. He stood up and pulled it. The whole entire bus knew it was HIS turn. And some mean spirited person pulled it before he could get to it.
What did I do?
I stood up and in my best impersonation of a Bus bell shouted "DING"
Matthew started crying, temper tantrum ended and he climbed back into his stroller and we got off the bus all the while shouting "ding ding ding".
Please please let this not continue.
Seriously, it was awful. It started when Matt refused to stay in his stroller. As the stroller is crap he can either a) climb out of it or b) look like he's strangling himself while trying to climb out. I am okay with B when I am alone, but when I am on a full bus with annoying leering strangers I am not so okay with it.
So, I let the toddler loose on a TTC bus in rush hour.
Ha ha I say to the snotty onlookers who leered. Watch me now.
So they watched as Matt ran around screaming, I tripped over my shoes, bag and stroller 3 times and Matt stood laughing saying "uh uh mommy fell and hit head, arm, leg"
That was all in the first 2 minutes.
We got to the first major intersection and Matt threw lego at the woman behind us.
Next major intersection a couple kindly offered up their 2 seats (the man had been holding my stroller for me).
So we sat and Matt spent the next 15 minutes jumping, climbing, pulling hair and singing "The Wheels on the Bus" while I tried to keep him calm and keep myself calm.
And then the end was in sight. I could see the stop where I press the button to get off.
So could Matthew. He wanted to pull the string right then and there.
I saw the gleam in his eye; I saw him reaching for the string.
But no. He is not allowed.
I stopped him.
Two stops away from our beloved home he had the temper tantrum to end all temper tantrums.
It was golden.
I too started to cry. Just a little. I could almost pretend it was sweat. Everyone stopped staring. They knew I was cracking. Just knew it.
And then we hit it. The beloved stop where we pull the string. I whispered to Matthew. He stood up and pulled it. The whole entire bus knew it was HIS turn. And some mean spirited person pulled it before he could get to it.
What did I do?
I stood up and in my best impersonation of a Bus bell shouted "DING"
Matthew started crying, temper tantrum ended and he climbed back into his stroller and we got off the bus all the while shouting "ding ding ding".
Please please let this not continue.
He's not popular .. He's a bully!
So ...
Forget my post on popularity.
It seems that Matthew is not ruling the daycare with his friendly antics, but rather with an iron fist.
That's right. He's a bully.
Yesterday when I came to pick up my sweet adorable angel from daycare I was told that he has been having some issues with aggressive behaviour. In other words, he is bullying.
I was actually pretty upset about this.
Matty is a really sweet loving kid, but he is also big for his age and he would be quite a good bully. He's also really strong and so if he pushes another child he could really hurt them.
So ...
What do I do?
I asked the teacher who has been working with toddlers for years. She told me that this is pretty common with toddler boys, especially at this age when they are still really learning to communicate. It's easier to push someone or bite someone to get a toy than to ask them. So, she said that it's something they will work through, and are asking us to work on at home.
Of course I will.
The interesting thing about this is who he is picking on. At home, he attacks Mike way more than he attacks me. He often bites Mike and hits Mike and pushes Mike. He's aggressive with me but not nearly as much. It's like the Pomeranians who take on the Pit Bulls. What's with that?
He's like this at daycare also - he is way rougher with the boys than the girls (unless the girl is aggressive too).
There are a million books on the issue. My favourites include "teeth are not for biting" and "feet are not for kicking".
It's just so frustrating. Mike read online that toddler boys are more aggressive than wild animals. This seems pretty accurate judging by the bruises we are both covered in.
But, then he is also really sweet. It's like he has mood swings. One second loving the next second attacking.
I'll have to do more research. My goal is to raise my son so that he can stand up for himself when necessary but also treats people with kindness and respect. Is this too much to ask for? I hope not.
Forget my post on popularity.
It seems that Matthew is not ruling the daycare with his friendly antics, but rather with an iron fist.
That's right. He's a bully.
Yesterday when I came to pick up my sweet adorable angel from daycare I was told that he has been having some issues with aggressive behaviour. In other words, he is bullying.
I was actually pretty upset about this.
Matty is a really sweet loving kid, but he is also big for his age and he would be quite a good bully. He's also really strong and so if he pushes another child he could really hurt them.
So ...
What do I do?
I asked the teacher who has been working with toddlers for years. She told me that this is pretty common with toddler boys, especially at this age when they are still really learning to communicate. It's easier to push someone or bite someone to get a toy than to ask them. So, she said that it's something they will work through, and are asking us to work on at home.
Of course I will.
The interesting thing about this is who he is picking on. At home, he attacks Mike way more than he attacks me. He often bites Mike and hits Mike and pushes Mike. He's aggressive with me but not nearly as much. It's like the Pomeranians who take on the Pit Bulls. What's with that?
He's like this at daycare also - he is way rougher with the boys than the girls (unless the girl is aggressive too).
There are a million books on the issue. My favourites include "teeth are not for biting" and "feet are not for kicking".
It's just so frustrating. Mike read online that toddler boys are more aggressive than wild animals. This seems pretty accurate judging by the bruises we are both covered in.
But, then he is also really sweet. It's like he has mood swings. One second loving the next second attacking.
I'll have to do more research. My goal is to raise my son so that he can stand up for himself when necessary but also treats people with kindness and respect. Is this too much to ask for? I hope not.
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
These Boots Were Made for Walkin'
My little cowboy. These boots were too cute to pass up. We taught him to say "giddy-up"
Popularity
Is it possible that my son is popular?
I know it’s wrong to play the popularity game. But, let’s be honest. Most of us want our kids to fit in, be liked and be productive members of society.
I’m not saying that I want him to be invited to every high school party, but at the same time I do want him to feel like he is surrounded by lots of friends, and feel a part of the social scene.
In other words, I want my child to be liked. And, yes, popular.
And, I think he is.
The other day I was bringing him to daycare and some of the older girls (like, I think they were a good 3 years older than him) said “Hi Matthew!”
I was kind of surprised. I mean, I thought his classmates may know his name by now, but the older kids? That surprised me.
And, another time I arrived at the daycare quite early and there he was leading his friends around the play yard like the pied piper, except that instead of carrying a flute and attracting rats he just kept yelling “come on” and holding everyone’s hands.
I was so proud.
And the friendships continue. Last night when we were leaving, there were a bunch of kids playing in the second storey playground (There’s a rooftop playground. Weird, I know, if you live in the suburbs, but to me it’s very
I tried to hold back on thinking about how nice it was that he is so popular among his friends. But, honestly, why should I?
So many kids growing up long to have lots of friends. Matt is pretty outgoing. By that I mean he talks to everyone. If there is another child in a stroller he will usually start to talk to that child. Or play a game or do something.
I have to admit that I think it is way easier to go through life in the “popular group”. I’ve been popular and I’ve been not as popular. I think it’s a cyclical thing. But when it comes to being honest about it, it’s way easier being the kid that everyone likes than being the kid who is picked last for the softball team.
Though, I’m sure it’s different for guys. I’ve seen my husband with his friends. They kind of grunt at each other. It’s not the same mind game behaviour as girls have. So, maybe I’m looking at it wrong. Maybe for boys it’s not all about being popular.
However …
Matthew also really like ballet and runs around the house “doing ballet” and part of me worries that we will not be signing him up for soccer we’ll be signing him up for ballet and figure skating. I’m okay with that (especially since he’s big and my nieve “pretty Paige” as he calls her is petite so they would be IDEAL figure skating partners, but I digress). My point is that if he ends up being around girls a lot he will have to worry about popularity.
This is all so confusing.
I thought boys were supposed to be easier!!!
Popularity
Is it possible that my son is popular?
I know it’s wrong to play the popularity game. But, let’s be honest. Most of us want our kids to fit in, be liked and be productive members of society.
I’m not saying that I want him to be invited to every high school party, but at the same time I do want him to feel like he is surrounded by lots of friends, and feel a part of the social scene.
In other words, I want my child to be liked. And, yes, popular.
And, I think he is.
The other day I was bringing him to daycare and some of the older girls (like, I think they were a good 3 years older than him) said “Hi Matthew!”
I was kind of surprised. I mean, I thought his classmates may know his name by now, but the older kids? That surprised me.
And, another time I arrived at the daycare quite early and there he was leading his friends around the play yard like the pied piper, except that instead of carrying a flute and attracting rats he just kept yelling “come on” and holding everyone’s hands.
I was so proud.
And the friendships continue. Last night when we were leaving, there were a bunch of kids playing in the second storey playground (There’s a rooftop playground. Weird, I know, if you live in the suburbs, but to me it’s very
I tried to hold back on thinking about how nice it was that he is so popular among his friends. But, honestly, why should I?
So many kids growing up long to have lots of friends. Matt is pretty outgoing. By that I mean he talks to everyone. If there is another child in a stroller he will usually start to talk to that child. Or play a game or do something.
I have to admit that I think it is way easier to go through life in the “popular group”. I’ve been popular and I’ve been not as popular. I think it’s a cyclical thing. But when it comes to being honest about it, it’s way easier being the kid that everyone likes than being the kid who is picked last for the softball team.
Though, I’m sure it’s different for guys. I’ve seen my husband with his friends. They kind of grunt at each other. It’s not the same mind game behaviour as girls have. So, maybe I’m looking at it wrong. Maybe for boys it’s not all about being popular.
However …
Matthew also really like ballet and runs around the house “doing ballet” and part of me worries that we will not be signing him up for soccer we’ll be signing him up for ballet and figure skating. I’m okay with that (especially since he’s big and my nieve “pretty Paige” as he calls her is petite so they would be IDEAL figure skating partners, but I digress). My point is that if he ends up being around girls a lot he will have to worry about popularity.
This is all so confusing.
I thought boys were supposed to be easier!!!
Monday, June 05, 2006
I'm a Loser!! Seriously.
Okay...
I am a loser. But, in a good way.
After 5 weeks I'm finally seeing a bit of a difference on the scales.
I weighed myself today and I lost 3.5 pounds this week - for a total of 13 pounds!!!
Last week I was a little disappointed because I was hoping to hit 10 pounds and I didn't. Today I was pleasantly surprised at what I saw. Well, in the context of losing weight that is. I can't say I was pleasantly surprised by the actual number. But, really, who is pleasantly surprised looking at the scale? I don't know.
But, the point is, I'm actually pretty proud of myself. I don't have that much willpower, especially when it comes to food. I'm an emotional eater - happy or sad, angry, stessed, joyous, excited or just hungry, I will eat. I also am not particular to certain foods - sometimes I want candy sometimes I want chips, but really either will do in a moment of frustration. So I am really trying to curb that behaviour.
I feel like a lot has changed about my lifestyle too. At work I've stopped going to Tim Horton's for cookies so much. Really, I don't miss them that much. I am bringing and eating all sorts of healthy foods, and the people who I am around the most at work understand this and encourage it. If we go for a coffee run we don't get treats.
At home I've been trying as well. I think it's better for all of us if we eat a little healthier. Matty loves the fruit I buy and if I tell him we're going for a walk he's thrilled. If anyone is dragging their heels it's not Matt. That's for sure.
So, onward and upward.
Here's to another few pounds and maybe just maybe not dreading wearing a bathing suit this summer. (Okay, I'm kidding about that one! I will always dread bathing suits)
I am a loser. But, in a good way.
After 5 weeks I'm finally seeing a bit of a difference on the scales.
I weighed myself today and I lost 3.5 pounds this week - for a total of 13 pounds!!!
Last week I was a little disappointed because I was hoping to hit 10 pounds and I didn't. Today I was pleasantly surprised at what I saw. Well, in the context of losing weight that is. I can't say I was pleasantly surprised by the actual number. But, really, who is pleasantly surprised looking at the scale? I don't know.
But, the point is, I'm actually pretty proud of myself. I don't have that much willpower, especially when it comes to food. I'm an emotional eater - happy or sad, angry, stessed, joyous, excited or just hungry, I will eat. I also am not particular to certain foods - sometimes I want candy sometimes I want chips, but really either will do in a moment of frustration. So I am really trying to curb that behaviour.
I feel like a lot has changed about my lifestyle too. At work I've stopped going to Tim Horton's for cookies so much. Really, I don't miss them that much. I am bringing and eating all sorts of healthy foods, and the people who I am around the most at work understand this and encourage it. If we go for a coffee run we don't get treats.
At home I've been trying as well. I think it's better for all of us if we eat a little healthier. Matty loves the fruit I buy and if I tell him we're going for a walk he's thrilled. If anyone is dragging their heels it's not Matt. That's for sure.
So, onward and upward.
Here's to another few pounds and maybe just maybe not dreading wearing a bathing suit this summer. (Okay, I'm kidding about that one! I will always dread bathing suits)
Sunday, June 04, 2006
Potty Adventures!!!
While shopping today I happened upon some Bob the Builder "big boy underwear" in Matthew's size and I picked it up.
I was pretty excited about it so I woke him up from his nap when I got home and tried to convicne him to put them on. That was a dumb idea because he was still pretty groggy. But after dinner he finally came around to the idea.
So, my little monkey decided to run around in bob undies. (wisely we put them on right after he had a wet diaper!)
This went really well. He didn't have an accident or anything.
So, before his bath I asked him if he wanted to sit on the big potty. Surprise surprise he said yes. And he sat and he peed.
I'm not sure who is more excited about this. Me or him. Mike is rather non-plussed about the whole thing.
I don't think we're going to push it till later in the summer. In the beginning of July we are going away to Vermont for a week (anyone want to cat-sit??? Our condo is air conditioned) and I can't imagine the 9 hour car ride with a child potty training, nor can I imagine wandering around the mountainous wilderness wondering where the next bathroom is. At the end of July his daycare is closed for 2 weeks and I don't think my babysitters are volunteering to help with the toilet training.
So, for now we will have fun with the potty and with the Bob underpants.
Though, I do find it a little creepy that Bob stands directly on the crotch of the underwear. It's funny and weird.
And ...
In other news of Matty.
We bought a Science Centre pass today and went for a visit. Matt loves it, so I think we have fun days ahead.
I was pretty excited about it so I woke him up from his nap when I got home and tried to convicne him to put them on. That was a dumb idea because he was still pretty groggy. But after dinner he finally came around to the idea.
So, my little monkey decided to run around in bob undies. (wisely we put them on right after he had a wet diaper!)
This went really well. He didn't have an accident or anything.
So, before his bath I asked him if he wanted to sit on the big potty. Surprise surprise he said yes. And he sat and he peed.
I'm not sure who is more excited about this. Me or him. Mike is rather non-plussed about the whole thing.
I don't think we're going to push it till later in the summer. In the beginning of July we are going away to Vermont for a week (anyone want to cat-sit??? Our condo is air conditioned) and I can't imagine the 9 hour car ride with a child potty training, nor can I imagine wandering around the mountainous wilderness wondering where the next bathroom is. At the end of July his daycare is closed for 2 weeks and I don't think my babysitters are volunteering to help with the toilet training.
So, for now we will have fun with the potty and with the Bob underpants.
Though, I do find it a little creepy that Bob stands directly on the crotch of the underwear. It's funny and weird.
And ...
In other news of Matty.
We bought a Science Centre pass today and went for a visit. Matt loves it, so I think we have fun days ahead.
Saturday, June 03, 2006
Daycare ... I love it
I started my blog after Matt started in a new daycare.
When we lived in Oakville (for about a year) and I first went back to work we found a wonderful daycare for Matt. I LOVED his teacher. She was amazing and kind and sweet and cool and Matt loved her to death. In fact, I loved all his teachers there and the centre managers. It was a hidden gem and I don't think I realized how great it was until we were moving and had to find a new place.
Our first attempt at a new daycare lasted for 2 weeks and I really hated it. I knew it was the wrong place when I voiced a concern (something I don't do a lot because I am pretty easy going) and I was told that "he was growing up" and I just had to accept it. Huh? I pulled him out that day.
And then he started at the daycare he is now.
I love the place!!
It's very different from his daycare in Oakville, and it made me a little nervous. But it has worked out really well. Over the last week or so I've discovered something. He really loves the place!
I knew he liked it, and I knew I liked it, but it takes time, and it seems that time has passed. He's in the routine now, and so am I. I know the names of all the teachers he is around frequently. He talks about them constantly!!
It's funny because the teacher he spends the most time with is the complete opposite of his teacher in Oakville. I don't mean to say she is old, but we have discussed her pension on occasion! She is rigid and strict, but she is really loving and it works. I have to admit that she makes me a little nervous because I often feel intimidated by her knowledge of toddler issues, but I am learning she is there to help me, not be critical.
The other day I said to her that I can't imagine spending all day every day with toddlers. She looked at me like I had 2 heads!! Really, I can't imagine it, and I don't think she could ever imagine sitting behind the desk and not singing itsy bitsy spider 27 times in a day.
She is balanced out by the preschool teacher who we see many mornings. Matthew LOVES her. We are usually the first family there in the morning and she is so relaxed with Matt. I love when I know she will be there because she works some sort of magic so that Matt doesn't cry at drop off. I don't know what she does, but really, it's wonderful.
For me daycare was such a tough choice. But, here I really feel like it was the right one.
For the past few weeks I've been taking the bus with a woman who is about to have her first baby (due early October). We started chatting, and have gotten to know each other fairly well. She asked me the other day about putting Matt in daycare because she is making the choice now. I said to her that when you are really comfortable with the place you are at it's a good choice.
I hope that was good advice. (and flattering that she asked. I know this is a topic for another post, but I am very flattered that someone is asking me for advice on everything from daycare to childbirth options. Is it possible that to some people I come off as a reasonably sane, put together and dare I say it mentally healthy mom??? I'm beginning to think so)
When we lived in Oakville (for about a year) and I first went back to work we found a wonderful daycare for Matt. I LOVED his teacher. She was amazing and kind and sweet and cool and Matt loved her to death. In fact, I loved all his teachers there and the centre managers. It was a hidden gem and I don't think I realized how great it was until we were moving and had to find a new place.
Our first attempt at a new daycare lasted for 2 weeks and I really hated it. I knew it was the wrong place when I voiced a concern (something I don't do a lot because I am pretty easy going) and I was told that "he was growing up" and I just had to accept it. Huh? I pulled him out that day.
And then he started at the daycare he is now.
I love the place!!
It's very different from his daycare in Oakville, and it made me a little nervous. But it has worked out really well. Over the last week or so I've discovered something. He really loves the place!
I knew he liked it, and I knew I liked it, but it takes time, and it seems that time has passed. He's in the routine now, and so am I. I know the names of all the teachers he is around frequently. He talks about them constantly!!
It's funny because the teacher he spends the most time with is the complete opposite of his teacher in Oakville. I don't mean to say she is old, but we have discussed her pension on occasion! She is rigid and strict, but she is really loving and it works. I have to admit that she makes me a little nervous because I often feel intimidated by her knowledge of toddler issues, but I am learning she is there to help me, not be critical.
The other day I said to her that I can't imagine spending all day every day with toddlers. She looked at me like I had 2 heads!! Really, I can't imagine it, and I don't think she could ever imagine sitting behind the desk and not singing itsy bitsy spider 27 times in a day.
She is balanced out by the preschool teacher who we see many mornings. Matthew LOVES her. We are usually the first family there in the morning and she is so relaxed with Matt. I love when I know she will be there because she works some sort of magic so that Matt doesn't cry at drop off. I don't know what she does, but really, it's wonderful.
For me daycare was such a tough choice. But, here I really feel like it was the right one.
For the past few weeks I've been taking the bus with a woman who is about to have her first baby (due early October). We started chatting, and have gotten to know each other fairly well. She asked me the other day about putting Matt in daycare because she is making the choice now. I said to her that when you are really comfortable with the place you are at it's a good choice.
I hope that was good advice. (and flattering that she asked. I know this is a topic for another post, but I am very flattered that someone is asking me for advice on everything from daycare to childbirth options. Is it possible that to some people I come off as a reasonably sane, put together and dare I say it mentally healthy mom??? I'm beginning to think so)
Friday, June 02, 2006
Finances - Ick
Mike and I have been talking a lot about our finances, or our lack thereof.
When we went for a brief time to marriage counselling we went through several of our issues - typical couple with a toddler issues -- not enough time for each other, dealing with stress, work/life balance, etc. We did really well in the counselling and enjoyed it.
The counsellor was pretty cool, and I think it's a fantastic thing for any couple.
At the end of it, though, she told us one thing. If we are going to stay together we need to get some financial counselling. (or win a lottery, I would imagine).
So, it's been something Mike and I have discussed off and on for awhile now.
What is financial counselling. I don't really know. There are a million different types, it seems, and a lot of services, but the issue from most of them is that there is a reason behind because obviously people want to make money.
We want to steer clear of those.
So the other day I was online and looking some stuff up and I came upon a web site for a television show where they basically offer you financial advice for free. The catch is, obviously, that you are on television.
Hmmmm ...
Of course I sent the application in. Why? I think part of it is because I assumed that they would say no and that we could then decide that if the tv show declined us we really were on the right path toward "financial freedom".
I was wrong.
They called us within a couple days. We did a preliminary interview and it turns out that they are really interested in us. And, we are really interested in them.
So, we are in the process of of working with them to get on the show.
On the one hand we are really excited. On the other we're not - for a couple of reasons.
1) It's admitting failure to the whole world, or at least to Canada and whatever country they decide to broadcast it in. (lol Japan? China? Indonesia? I wonder how I would sound if I were dubbed in another language?) Or at least admitting that we tend to overspend on stupid things
2) I am not entirely sure I want to go on a financial diet. I mean, I hate diets. And I am on one. So, what do you do when you can't go out to dinner? You go to a mall and buy stuff. Or, in my case garage sales. Either way. I'm a little afraid of what I would have to give up.
I guess what I am saying is this whole thing makes me nervous ... and excited. Would we be able to do it?
Will be accepted past the initial interview stage????
We'll wait and see.
When we went for a brief time to marriage counselling we went through several of our issues - typical couple with a toddler issues -- not enough time for each other, dealing with stress, work/life balance, etc. We did really well in the counselling and enjoyed it.
The counsellor was pretty cool, and I think it's a fantastic thing for any couple.
At the end of it, though, she told us one thing. If we are going to stay together we need to get some financial counselling. (or win a lottery, I would imagine).
So, it's been something Mike and I have discussed off and on for awhile now.
What is financial counselling. I don't really know. There are a million different types, it seems, and a lot of services, but the issue from most of them is that there is a reason behind because obviously people want to make money.
We want to steer clear of those.
So the other day I was online and looking some stuff up and I came upon a web site for a television show where they basically offer you financial advice for free. The catch is, obviously, that you are on television.
Hmmmm ...
Of course I sent the application in. Why? I think part of it is because I assumed that they would say no and that we could then decide that if the tv show declined us we really were on the right path toward "financial freedom".
I was wrong.
They called us within a couple days. We did a preliminary interview and it turns out that they are really interested in us. And, we are really interested in them.
So, we are in the process of of working with them to get on the show.
On the one hand we are really excited. On the other we're not - for a couple of reasons.
1) It's admitting failure to the whole world, or at least to Canada and whatever country they decide to broadcast it in. (lol Japan? China? Indonesia? I wonder how I would sound if I were dubbed in another language?) Or at least admitting that we tend to overspend on stupid things
2) I am not entirely sure I want to go on a financial diet. I mean, I hate diets. And I am on one. So, what do you do when you can't go out to dinner? You go to a mall and buy stuff. Or, in my case garage sales. Either way. I'm a little afraid of what I would have to give up.
I guess what I am saying is this whole thing makes me nervous ... and excited. Would we be able to do it?
Will be accepted past the initial interview stage????
We'll wait and see.
Thursday, June 01, 2006
Thursday Thirteen - 13 Things I admire about my friends
I was inspired by someone else's Thursday Thirteen. I hope this doesn't sound like a highschool year book
Thirteen Things I admire in my friends (in no particular order)
1. Wonderful zaniness and complete confidence in who she is. (Stef - How could I not instantly become friends with the temp who walked into our office with a fish lunch bag and long red braids without a second thought?)
2.Tolerance and patience (Sabrina - She has been with me since our first day of J-School - she even put up with Boom Boom confusing us in diversity class)
3. Exuberance (Salina - Who else would even think to make their 1-month old "dance" in the puppet theatre at the playgroup and laugh when the other more snooty moms are shocked?)
4. Strength of conviction (Ginny -I always know where I stand with her, and where my ideas stand with her. There's no pretension)
5. Humour (Beth - She can make almost any office situation funny - and find anything I say hilarious. Sending blackberry messages back and forth is more addictive than passing notes in class)
6. Vision (Meghan - She will someday get her book published - I know it!)
7. Enthusiam (Ketly - Being around her is just generally uplifting because she is a fun person)
8. Encouragement (Amy - Sometimes all you need to solve a problem really is a latte and a listening ear and she's always there with both)
9. Guidance (Donna - I've looked up to her as my mentor for years. When I was struggling through breastfeeding I'd check my e-mail and there would be a wonderful e-mail encouraging me and answer the many questions I may have had - but there was never judgement.)
10. Caring (Sarah - She's that person who will get you a coffee when she knows it's been a bad day - and not expect you to do the same back. Even though of course you want to. It's just not a requirement of your friendship)
11. Love (Kyla - For Christmas I got a carebear ornament and this adorable 3 year old said to me "I really wanted to buy this for you because I love you very much". She loves me for me - it amazes me the capacity kids have for love, and even when I'm feeling and looking my worst she is excited to see me.
12. Longevity (Greg - The only guy to make this list! He's been in my life for so long and has been a friend through ups and downs. It's a friendship I can't explain for the most part, but I can't imagine not calling him my friend. Life would just suck)
13. Goodness (Becky - She just covers all the good qualities like patience and kindness and friendship and love. A little of my sister's time goes a long way.)
Thirteen Things I admire in my friends (in no particular order)
1. Wonderful zaniness and complete confidence in who she is. (Stef - How could I not instantly become friends with the temp who walked into our office with a fish lunch bag and long red braids without a second thought?)
2.Tolerance and patience (Sabrina - She has been with me since our first day of J-School - she even put up with Boom Boom confusing us in diversity class)
3. Exuberance (Salina - Who else would even think to make their 1-month old "dance" in the puppet theatre at the playgroup and laugh when the other more snooty moms are shocked?)
4. Strength of conviction (Ginny -I always know where I stand with her, and where my ideas stand with her. There's no pretension)
5. Humour (Beth - She can make almost any office situation funny - and find anything I say hilarious. Sending blackberry messages back and forth is more addictive than passing notes in class)
6. Vision (Meghan - She will someday get her book published - I know it!)
7. Enthusiam (Ketly - Being around her is just generally uplifting because she is a fun person)
8. Encouragement (Amy - Sometimes all you need to solve a problem really is a latte and a listening ear and she's always there with both)
9. Guidance (Donna - I've looked up to her as my mentor for years. When I was struggling through breastfeeding I'd check my e-mail and there would be a wonderful e-mail encouraging me and answer the many questions I may have had - but there was never judgement.)
10. Caring (Sarah - She's that person who will get you a coffee when she knows it's been a bad day - and not expect you to do the same back. Even though of course you want to. It's just not a requirement of your friendship)
11. Love (Kyla - For Christmas I got a carebear ornament and this adorable 3 year old said to me "I really wanted to buy this for you because I love you very much". She loves me for me - it amazes me the capacity kids have for love, and even when I'm feeling and looking my worst she is excited to see me.
12. Longevity (Greg - The only guy to make this list! He's been in my life for so long and has been a friend through ups and downs. It's a friendship I can't explain for the most part, but I can't imagine not calling him my friend. Life would just suck)
13. Goodness (Becky - She just covers all the good qualities like patience and kindness and friendship and love. A little of my sister's time goes a long way.)
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
The Bus is Broken
They say in comedy it's all about the timing.
I think my son is going to be a comedian.
Yesterday on the ride home the back door on the bus wouldn't open. The driver got out and tried to fix it with no luck.
The next thing we knew he decided to turn off and completely "re-boot" the bus.
This has happened to me before. The whole thing just turns off and the lights are out etc.
No biggie.
Well ...
This is the first time such an exciting event had happened for Matthew.
Off went the lights, the fans, etc. Everyone got quite and did that mutter you hear on public transit when you know you may be awhile. That collective groan.
Then silence.
And in the collective silence, the moment of pure calm Matt shouted:
"UH OH! BUS IS BROKEN!"
I have to say, it was probably the funniest moment in his short life.
Everyone bus cracked up.
I cracked up.
The driver cracked up.
And Matt realized that he was funny. And he cracked up too.
In the end it was no big deal. The bus got turned back on and the doors worked again.
And the entire way home Matt announced to everyone "bus is broken. bus is broken"
My son - the comedian.
I think my son is going to be a comedian.
Yesterday on the ride home the back door on the bus wouldn't open. The driver got out and tried to fix it with no luck.
The next thing we knew he decided to turn off and completely "re-boot" the bus.
This has happened to me before. The whole thing just turns off and the lights are out etc.
No biggie.
Well ...
This is the first time such an exciting event had happened for Matthew.
Off went the lights, the fans, etc. Everyone got quite and did that mutter you hear on public transit when you know you may be awhile. That collective groan.
Then silence.
And in the collective silence, the moment of pure calm Matt shouted:
"UH OH! BUS IS BROKEN!"
I have to say, it was probably the funniest moment in his short life.
Everyone bus cracked up.
I cracked up.
The driver cracked up.
And Matt realized that he was funny. And he cracked up too.
In the end it was no big deal. The bus got turned back on and the doors worked again.
And the entire way home Matt announced to everyone "bus is broken. bus is broken"
My son - the comedian.
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