Sing it With Me and other cute things

I love the things that Vaughn says and here are a few of my current favourites


While riding in the car if he hears a favourite song he says
"Sing it with me Mommy you know how it goes!"

When he wants to get dressed he says
"Mommy, should you get my dressed on"

After a major owie he says
"Mommy, should you make me all better?" A kiss makes everything all better!

Wordless Wednesday

Italics

Well the day finally came, we said goodbye to our cat as she headed out on a new adventure on a friend of a friends acreage just outside of the city. I wish I could say I was heartbroken and that I'm going to miss her so much but honestly the most I could muster was guilt that our relationship just didn't work out. It was like breaking up with someone that you so badly wanted it to work out with. I firmly believe you don't get rid of pets just because you don't want them anymore which would explain why italics lasted as long as she did. Italics was always my cat and she and Matt had no love for each other, couple that with her frequent vomiting, and a dayhome family that wouldn't have been able to come if we still had her (sorry italics you just aren't worth my monthly income!) and that brings her time with us to an end.

I remember when Tracy and Rob brought italics home, she was the cutest little furball ever. She used to sit in Tracy's inbox on her desk and sleep on her head at night. I remember her climbing up Cher's leg at our downtown apartment (didn't help Cher love cats anymore), jumping off our balcony while attached to a leash and hiding on top of the fridge, scaring the life out of me when I'd walk into the kitchen. I will always be grateful that Vaughn loved her and that his first word was 'kitty' prompting a kitty themed 1st birthday bash complete with a Great Grandma italics cake. She was never the friendliest cat but she was mine and for the most part I did love her . . . so italics thanks for the good memories and I hope you love your new life out on the 'farm'.

Let's hope she doesn't pull a 'the cat came back' and end up on my front step sometime in the next few days!

It's been awhile . . .

It's been awhile since I've written, whoops! I am going to blame it on, getting my gallbladder out, kids with colds round one and the current kids with a colds round 2!

Last weekend was Easter and the Alberta weather cooperated and gave us a beautiful weekend! Sadly Vaughn was sick so I don't think he fully appreciated the days events. The kids were so cute in their Easter outfits, Greta looked like a little doll.
I had to be at church to do Sunday School at both services so Daddy successfully got Vaughn and Greta decked out in their Easter attire. He then sneaked out early to hid the eggs around the house for our Easter egg hunt after church. The Easter bunny (which I'm not entirely sold on) likes to come while we are out at church to make extra sure we don't walk in on him. Vaughn loved the hunt, he carried his basket around and collected all the eggs, excitedly crying 'I found another one!'

We had bought plastic eggs, 12 with flowers and 12 with polka dots. The flower ones were filled with baby puffs for Greta and the polka dots had Teddy Grahams for Vaughn. He then sorted out the eggs and put Greta's in her basket and helped her open them so she could eat her puffs. My poor kids didn't get any chocolate on Easter!! Good thing they don't know any better

We had ham and scalloped potatoes on Monday to top off our wonderful Easter weekend!

Jesus Helps Cars

Last week Vaughn locked himself in Greta's room with the lights out, needless to say we had one SCARED little boy. I explained that it's ok to be scared but when we are scared we can ask Jesus to help us not be scared anymore. Now it's a fun game in our house to lock ourselves in the dark and ask Jesus to help. This has opened up a whole new understanding for Vaughn that Jesus helps people (which was a previous Sunday School topic). At night time we ask Vaughn who we should thank Jesus for and now he asks Jesus to help them too.

This morning I was asking Vaughn who Jesus loves and he was listing off his favourite people. He then says to me, "Mommy, Jesus helps cars?" I assured him that yes Jesus helps cars so he then explained to me how. "Mommy, Jesus gets in the tow truck and drives around and helps the cars." Well not quite but close enough :)

A day in the life of an almost 8 month old

Greta is almost 8 months old and I can't believe how fast time is flying!

Greta starts her day anywhere between 5 - 7:30 am (closer to 7:30 if she is feeling any love for her Mommy that morning) and off she goes on an exciting day of crawling, pulling herself up, stealing her brothers toys, chewing on shoes and shoving pretty much anything in her mouth she can find.

She does what we like to call the 'wounded solider' crawl but don't think that means she is slow getting around, this little girl is quick and nothing is off limits as far as she is concerned. As I'm typing I hear the all too familiar cry 'Mommy, Greta's getting my trains!' Ok crisis averted, Greta got dangerously close to touching something of Vaughn's . . .sigh


Greta has finally embraced the world of solid foods and especially enjoys sweet potatoes! Today for lunch she tried mashed up lentils for the first time and I think we could call it a success. We are doing lentils instead of pureed meat because I remember how gross the meat looked and tasted for Vaughn. I love making my own babyfood and knowing exactly what goes into her mouth . . . well food wise she always has something in her mouth and sometimes I have no idea what it is or where she found it!

Her first tooth appeared yesterday after a much anticipated arrival and she's handling it like a pro. Like her older brother before her teething seems to make her sleepier than normal and I say um.... ok! I'll take 2 solid naps a day and almost sleeping through the night as a side affect of teething any day over crying and screaming 24/7. She is generally a great napper anyway and we are slowly working towards sleeping through the night, someday we'll all feel fully rested come morning.

So that's an update on the youngest member of our family. She is busy, full of smiles, giggles and love . . . we couldn't ask for anything better . . . except maybe to lose the 5 am wake up call

What are you going to be?

Tonight I asked Vaughn what he wanted to be

a ballerina . . . no
a hockey player . . . no
a swimmer . . . no

So Vaughn what are you going to be?

A fish!