I slept poorly.
Edward slept poorly. But he is a vampire, so no-one should be surprised by that at all.
V also slept poorly. And we slept with V periodically and poorly as well.
Chewie slept well. Bastard.
I bought pants on sale at Target. Not for me, for V. The wee man isn’t a ‘wee’ man anymore.
3T is what we are hitting up over here. Isn’t that scary? It is for me. Since I still think he is 9 months old and teeny tiny. Isn’t that scary? It scared me. Just picking up the pants… geez. But I refuse to spend money on things that won’t fit him in a few months. It’s against my nature as a Canadian.
I fed my child broccoli and he liked it.
We bought a painting for our living-room. After visiting a friend’s house (Roys, you know who you are) Edward and I realized that hanging things on the wall was not a bad thing. And possibly since we have been living here for almost a year, finding things to put on the wall would be a good idea.
All we have to do now is hang it.
My Granny in Canada entered a nursing home. *sigh*
It’s genetic (dementia) and all of us family ladies joke about how it’s going to be us one day. And it’s true. But it still makes me sad. Happily she is in an amazing new home and really settling in well. Nothing like those scary ‘facilities’ down South. And after talking with one on the phone today, I couldn’t wait to call my Mum after work and relate some of the frustrating details of their extremely poor nursing staff.
Yikes! Every-time I have to communicate with one, I shudder to think of other families ‘special people’ in places like that.
Granny is adjusting well. Please send blessings and gentle thoughts in the general West Coast direction.
In other news, V has learned how to lie. Poorly.
Clearly he gets this from me as I can only lie to people over the phone. At work. Edward, on the other hand, can lie through his teeth.
The most recent lie is also the funniest.
V trots up to Daddy and proclaims: “No Poopoos!” and then trots away, while stink-lines emanate from the general area of his pants slash buttocks area.
Worst. Lie. Ever.
Followed by the other worst lie ever.
That involves V breaking something at Pop-Pop’s house, turning and pointing at one of the dogs and shouting either “Bai-ya” (Bailey) or “Soccer!” (Scarlet) and literally finger-pointing the blame in their direction.
Ha! It is rather funny. Such a naughty boy. Oh, I have so many stories to share regarding smacked bottoms and attempted time-outs, but I shall save those for a later date.
Tomorrow is ‘National Night-Out’ and The whole family is attending our local YMCA’s celebration.
I am so excited. I literally haven’t been able to wait ’til we could attend things like this and have V participate. With us.
We will be taking the camera, and since august is my “I will blog more often’ month, you shall all share in the pleasure of V running like a crazy animal. Maybe we’ll catch a few streaky shots of him?
Anyways, please forgive my poor posting this last month.
xoxo to my peeps a.m.