Tuesday, 28 June 2011

A little something I like to post every couple of years.

THE I AM CANADIAN RANT
Hey, I'm not a lumberjack, or a Furtrader, and I don't live in an igloo, or eat blubber or own a dogsled. And I don't know Jimmy, Sally or Suzy from Canada, although I'm certain they're really, really nice.
I have a prime minister... not a president, I speak English and French, not American and I pronounce it About, not A-boot.
I can proudly sew my country's flag on my backpack, I believe in peacekeeping, not policing, diversity not assimilation, and that the beaver is a truly proud and noble animal.
A toque is a hat, a chesterfield is a couch, and it IS pronounced Zed, not Zee... ZED!! Canada is the 2nd largest land mass, the 1st nation of hockey, and the best part of North America.
My name is Jen...
and...I......AM......CANADIAN!
Thank you.

crikey

so.. its been tough... but I am so thankful for my parents..
I have been on a bit of a emotional rolarcoaster the last month and things finally came to a big ugly head this weekend. I just about lost it... yesterday was bad too.
but i think if i just stop, breath, and do not react to my 3 year old things will get better.
He is not going to school in September. My mummy instinct says he is not ready. I dont really care what is SW says, I know my son. He is not ready. He told me he was scared of school.. and when he says that, i believe him. I am not going to put down his fears. I love him, he is my son, and I will do what is best for him.
As for baby Kennah.. oy. Teething much? She has become a little drama princess too.. which is cute and annoying. 
We are a house of 3 first borns.. heaven help me if i ever have a baby. Oy vey.

ok i need to go make our bed and then shower. I have like 45 min before i have to go pick up baby from her visit. Then, hopefully, nap time.

Monday, 13 June 2011

Neglected Blog

I havent really done it on purpose.. I just have not had the desire to write lately.
In fact.. I had a blog on Mothers Day written.. but I am not sure how to finish it.. so Im not going to.
Anyway, the house has gotten a little crazy.
We put our old dog to sleep about a month ago. It was really hard, but Yeager was not doing well. I miss him every day but I am thankful he is not in pain anymore. Sheldon still asks for him. How do you explain death to a 3 year old?
So next Sunday is Fathers Day. Woot! Yay for Daddies everywhere! Its also my Dad's 65th birthday. We are having a big party for him the following Saturday... and we are flying my brother out for it. I would have loved to bring his whole family (because I miss them like crazy) but that would have cost almost 2500 and we dont have a credit card with that much room on it. Lord willing next year they will be home and we can start having big family stuff.
Speaking of big family.. Our family might be getting a little bigger. No, I am not pregnant (that ship has sailed, its not gonna happen). But we have been asked if we would adopt Kennah if it is possible. DUH! Yes. In a heartbeat. She is doing so well. Eating like mad, growing like a weed, and almost crawling. This morning she was in crawling position, rocking back and fourth, but the poor tyke was stuck.
Sheldon is doing great. Ive backed off almost completely on the potty learning thing. I know he will do it in his own time. I think with him its more a control thing then anything. He has had so little control over what has happened in his little life (the whole ordeal with his birth mom, confusing visits with his grandmother, the needle stick incident.. more visits with birth mom, and then Kennah and preschool).. I know he gets it.. he is supposed to start school in September. But I am worried that he is not ready. I mean I know the class will be 20+ kids and he gets overwhelmed very easily. So I guess we will just see how it goes. I might keep him out until January.
Our puppy Tonka is going to make me crazy. I can tell I am used to an older calm dog and not think insane hyper yappy thing. I know he will grow out of it.. I just pray that happens soon!
So, thats it in my little world.