She Steals The Covers

Easter Cutie

This is the first Easter with my little girl.  That means getting to doll her all up in a pretty Easter dress. 

Sunday morning I got Kendall all ready for church and then left her for a few minutes to play while I pulled the last few things together before needing to leave the house.  I even took the extra precaution to put a bib on her.  Kendall is teething and when she does she tends to spit up, which I'm well aware of.  So I wasn't that surprised that when I went to scoop her up to get her out the door that she had puke on her bib.  What I wasn't expecting was for it to be on every inch of her bib, have a large puddle on her lap as well as on her sweater (an extra layer of protection) and that she would have chewed on the sleeves of her sweater after she spit up.  Luckily he dress is a dark purple and she cleaned up nicely with some scrubbing.  Crisis averted.  I did have a back up by the way, but it certainly wasn't as cute. 

So the moral of the story is: a) don't get her dressed until the last second you're about to go out the door, and b) you can dress her up, but you need to wipe her down before you take her out.

Cole And The Beanstalk

My son loves the show Super Why!  If you haven't seen the show, its about 4 characters (Whyatt, Pig, Red Riding Hood, and Princess Pea) that live in a Fairytale land called Storybrook Village.  Every episode, one of the characters has a problem.  In order to solve this problem the characters take on their Super persona's (Super Why, Alpha Pig, Wonder Red, and Princess Presto) to enter a famous story book where they use letters, spelling, words and reading to help the characters dilemmas in the book and ultimately solve their own problem.  Its a really good show and since Cole is such a visual learner we're glad to let him watch it.

Friday was a beautifully sunny day here so we let the kids play outside.  In the meantime Dave began the process of tearing down a vine on the side of our house,which was used to conceal the gas metre line into the house and the satellite dish which belonged to the previous owners.  We had no use for the dish,and the vine was getting unruly and blocking us from seeing where our ant infestation was entering the house.  Cole came upon Dave on the ladder grabbing this vine while I was holding the bottom of the ladder.  He began to shout excitedly "beanstalk", "Jack and the Beanstalk".  He came over to the ladder and began tugging at the pieces on the ground that had already been removed.  I gave Cole a small piece of the vine and he began dancing around chanting "beanstalk" and bellowing "Fee, Fi, Foe, Fum".  He followed by jabbering his normal garbble and then proceeded to fall to the ground.  I instantly knew he was acting out one of his favourite Super Why! episodes ... Jack and the Beanstalk, of course!  That piece of vine kept that kid occupied for 45 minutes or more.  The whole episode put a smile on my face and totally made my day.  The "beanstalk" is currently residing in the playhouse outside since beanstalks aren't really an indoor plant.

The Verdict

Ahhh ... I can breath easier.  I got a great stylist who totally understood my hair.  She chastised me for it being so damaged (7 months of drying and ironing without a cut will do that).  Having bad hair on a highly social Easter weekend - averted.  Nicki will totally have my business in another 2 or 3 months. 

Also on the plus side, I had an hour and a half all to myself with no kids.  I didn't have to worry about feeding them dinner, or cleaning everything spotlessly afterward to keep the ants at bay.  Thank you one awesome husband!

Bad Hair Day?

I built up the nerve to make a hair appointment for myself today.  I haven't had my haircut since August, which of course is before we moved across the country.  (I have given myself a trim.)

Getting my haircut is a MAJOR subject of anxiety for me.  I have had more than my fair share of haircuts gone horribly wrong.  Seriously!  Once I walked out of a place with an up-do. I found out when I got home that the hairstylist probably only used me for practice because she was covering up the horrible job she did on my hair.  I then took 6 1/2 months to grow it out before my wedding ... scared of trusting anyone else before the most important hair day of my life.  Moving to a new city means a long cycle of trying someone new, growing out my cut and then figuring out who to go to next.  Not much stresses me out, but haircuts are the exception.

I think its because hairstylists have a hard time figuring out my hair.  Naturally its got a frizzy curly wave and is SUPER thick.  When I leave it to dry naturally its HUGE and takes all day to air dry.  Alternatively I blow dry and straighten the heck out of it every day (or at least when I'll be seen in public) with a straightening iron.  So it takes a special person to "get" my hair.  They need to give me a style that is straight, but cut it like it behaves like curly hair.  Confusing I know ... so I totally understand why I have such problems.

Now I realize that  I've bored you all with my hair vanity, but I really needed to release some of that stress before I exploded.  Of course if I did explode then I would have no need for a haircut ... No, I think I'll just suck it up.  Wish me luck!

It Pays to Sleep In

This morning my hubby was extremely kind to me and let me sleep in until I felt like getting up.  After I rolled out of bed at 10:30, I ate breakfast and then went on a cleaning rampage and did 3 loads of laundry.  Seriously ... I cleaned the whole upstairs level top to bottom, and even did things like cleaning the fronts of the stairs and scrubbed down the laundry tub.  I also worked out this evening with Jillian.  With a productive day like this, maybe my husband will let me sleep in more often ... right honey?!

Oh ... and you know you're in Ontario when you have to stop to kill a centipede in the middle of your workout.  Yuck!

Reward For a Job Well Done!?

This morning I took the extra time to clean my kitchen after the kids had breakfast.  I mean like, REALLY clean the kitchen.  I took extra attention to clean my stove burners, the front of some of the cabinets, polish the sink, and took care to make sure every stray piece of cereal was picked up from under the kids chairs. 

Fast forward to lunch time ....

Just as the kids are finishing up their meals, Dave notices a brood of ants under the table.  They're swarming the perpetually sticky spots that come from having a 3 year old and an 11 month old.  We instantly pulled out the vacuum cleaner and began mopping.  Just goes to show you that there is ALWAYS more cleaning to be done.  Good thing I accomplished what I did this morning or those nasty pests could have made off with a hoard of Cheerios.

The traps are laid and we will be eating at McDonalds this evening.

Dinner Etiquette with Miss. Kendall Ann

• As you come into the kitchen you will notice that there is food being prepared for you ... make sure you let mom and dad know you want some NOW!


• First try everything and once you realize there is no fruit, complain until you get the good stuff. Hint: complain VERY loudly and persistently just in case they didn't get the message the first 20 times you did this.


• Look over at your brother's plate to make sure you're not missing out on something good. If you are make sure mom and dad know!


• Why pick up your food one piece at a time when you can shove it in your mouth by the fist full. Sure most of it will end up on your lap and in the crevices of your highchair ... but mom or dad will clean that up later.


• No need to be a lady. Eating is serious stuff and there's no time to focus on manners. Just let go ... burp, fart and slurp your noodles all you want, and if you get cheese up your nose, you'll just give mom an excuse to take pictures.


• Make sure if mom or dad go to the pantry that you let them know that you know that's where the Cheerios are kept and to not forget that you would like some of those too.


• Mom and dad will always make you use sign language before getting what you want ... but there no hurt in trying the old conventional way of grunting and wailing first. Letting them hear your voice at such volumes lets them know who's boss.


• Leave your milk until last ... fill up on the good stuff.

Hello Spring!

Our new house has a clothes line. I hung up my first load of laundry today. Ah ... spring is here!

The former occupant of our place was also an avid gardener. I am not! Thankfully she left a few tags in the soil letting me know what some of the things sprouting up will be. However others are a mystery. I'm hoping for a few spring blooms. Here are a few pics ... we'll have to see what they turn into in the future.

Starting Down the Path

Back in January I posted about little bit about our son Cole having some developmental delays (see post here). We've recently started down several paths here in our new home, so I thought I'd post an update.

In the past couple of months we've begun working with the Infant Development Program. Our worker is awesome. Cole loves when she comes to visit our house because she always brings a bag of things for him to play with. She's also been really good at communicating with other departments and our family doctor to get the referrals that we need.

We've also seen our new family doctor who has referred Cole to a Pediatrician, whom he'll see at the end of this month.

Cole has also been referred to Child Development services. We are currently waiting to here from them after receiving a letter from them about setting up an appointment for Cole to see their preschool Pediatrician. This appointment is to evaluate what help he will need and if Cole will need to see any other professionals.

Recently we have also shared with our Church family about Cole, his delays, special needs and our the struggles we have encountered as we walk through everyday life. The people of our new church home have been super supportive and I really believe that God has not only brought us here for them but for us as well.

So we've started down the path. To exactly where or what I don't know ... but it's a start.

Life with this little guy is a challenge but I sure do love him!

Graduation, a Couple of Birthdays and an 11 Month Old

Hmmmm ... its April and it seems that March has come and gone without mention here on the blog front. So here's a little update.

Dave finished his last week of his Arrow Leadership course in B.C. while the kids and I spent a little time at my Mom's. He has now officially graduated from the program and has a certificate to prove it. Of course we are very proud of him.

While Dave was away, Cole celebrated his 3rd birthday. Some days it seems like he's always been here, other days I look at Kendall and feel like I was just watching him do some of the same milestones. We had a small party for Cole with Grandma and G.G. once Dave got back to Ontario. Cole was in awe of his Toy Story birthday. This year was a lot of fun since he's gotten the whole opening presents thing figured out from Christmas. Cole doesn't like (or rather won't try) cake so I wasn't going to bother making one since Dave doesn't care for it either. I was thinking just a few cupcakes would be easier. However a couple of weeks before his party Cole started pretending that one of the deserts from Kendall's Tea Party set was a birthday cake and he would pretend to blow out the candle (I think he had seen an Elmo's World episode). I knew then that I would have to make a cake. And according to Cole's perception birthday cakes are round - so of course his cake would have to be also. Here are a few pics of his big day.

Oh ... and course Cole got spoiled by all his relatives. He also got his first bike from Mommy, Daddy and Kendall.

2 weeks later we celebrated Dave's birthday. As I mentioned earlier, Dave doesn't like cake. I therefore decided to make my very first baked cheesecake. It wasn't the prettiest thing to look at, but it tasted awesome and I was able to do it while he was at work while keeping both kiddos somewhat under control. Merely that I was able to manage that last part and it still turned out without being a complete disaster was a success.

In just one more short month we'll have one more birthday to celebrate. Kendall just turned 11 months and she's doing new stuff every day. Less than 2 weeks ago her first 2 teeth poked through. The caused her some grief but she bounced back after a couple of days with a slight temperature and a runny nose. Kendall LOVES to eat. Anything she can finger feed herself she gobbles down. Spaghetti, Mac and cheese, shredded cheddar, peas, carrots, soft fruit are all favourites. I'm sure once she gets a few more teeth she'll be totally done with the jarred mush.

Kendall is also sitting like a pro and turns circles on her bum. She still has no patience for crawling. She just can't seem to get those arms and legs co-ordinated. Kendall would rather walk along the furniture and is getting quiet brave.

The girl also has an expanding vocabulary. She now says Da Da, hat, All (ball), nanana (banana), No, mu mu (more). She can make monkey sounds, sheep sounds (her favourite stuffed animal is her Lamby), and moos. She signs please, all done, and waves hello and goodbye.

Kendall figures stuff out quickly. The other day she was playing with a basket in her room with a hinged lid. As I watched her, she would take a cylinder toy - put it on the lid of the basket - lift the lid - watch the toy roll down onto the floor - then shut the lid. She then picked up the toy and did it about 10 more times in a row until she had the method down pat. I'm pretty sure when she's mobile we're in big trouble. Especially since we didn't really have to baby proof with Cole, because he didn't really get into things. Trouble has a name and I'm pretty sure its going to be Kendall!