Monday, November 30, 2009

Messages from Santa...

L. sent me the most amazing link this morning. I plugged in the appropriate information and voila, a message from Santa, personalized for Matthew, appeared!

Oh, I am so excited to see his face, as he watches Santa talk directly to HIM!!!

Matthew's message:

Luke was not as enamoured. In fact, he hid behind Matthew and frowned at Santa the whole time. Hilarious!
Luke's message:

Friday, November 27, 2009

What If?

Waiting for the bell to ring at school this morning, Matthew had to pee. So I sent him to the bathroom saying that I'd be right in, as soon as I could snag Luke from the playground. Got inside, no Matthew.

Checked the classroom. No Matthew.

Checked the OTHER classrooms. No Matthew.

Back outside. No Matthew.

Left Luke with another Mummy (God bless other parents!) and went back inside, trying to quell the panic blooming in my stomach. An older girl asked if she could help and I stuttered out, "I can't find Matthew!"

She asked, "The little redhead?" and when I nodded, she went tearing off to gather her friends.

Principal came over, told me that the kids use the bathrooms in the portable when they have to come in from the playground. I didn't know that and raced back outside without a word. Lo and behold as I careened around the corner of the main building there he was, being carried by a gaggle of 12 year old girls...and crying.

All he could ask was, "Where's Luke? Where's LUKE?"

Poor kid. I feel awful for him. Left him, on what started out to be an exciting, adventurous day, looking pale-faced and glassy-eyed. Am a bit worried about that, actually.

An EA came over as us parents trooped out of the yard and hugged me. Apparently, when I first sent Matthew to the bathroom, he found HER and took her hand saying that he had to go pee. That's what they do during the day, you see.

Well, yes. Now I DO see.

But I have also aged about 10 years in the last 20 minutes and I can't stop crying.

What if...what if...what if.....GAH!

Friday, November 13, 2009

Home Sweet Home!

We bought a house!

*Does Happy-Dance, while seated at computer, not caring how stupid I look!*

Not only did we buy it, we practically TOOK it, so low was the asking price. Never thought we'd be able to buy again so soon, given our debt load and the price of houses in our area.

But, where there's a will (and access to MLS) there's a house and it's alllllllll ours!!

We move in February, although there is some talk of moving the close date to January, so we'll see.

I am happy. Mark is happy. The kids have dubbed it our "new forever house" and they wave as we walk past it on our way to and from Matthew's school. (ummm...and the other 3,452 times I've made the kids walk by and wave....)

So, goodbye rent and paying into someone else's nest egg. Hellllloo, equity-building HOME.
No doubt, the universe is unfolding as it should.


*** Close date is now January 25th! Happy New Year to us! ***

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Just because I'm an adult...

...doesn't mean I've grown up.

I MUST have pre-menstrual syndrome because I just now sat at the kitchen table going through Matthew's schoolwork...and crying.

In the middle of all these coloured trees and letter worksheets, the proofs from Picture Day - the one I forgot about, but thankfully combed his hair for. Oh, he is handsome, my son. I smiled fondly, but didn't tear up.


Me, I gotta get messy and sentimental over a class trip PERMISSION SLIP.

Holy geez, I'm a goober.

It's a trip to Glanmore House, which is an historic home here in Belleville, just down the road and 'round the corner from here. The trip costs $6.50 and involves a bus ride, which made me grin through my tears because Matthew has been aching to ride a big yellow school bus like William, Sweet William.

My first thought was, "Ha! We've already BEEN to Glanmore House!" as I then proceeded to mentally stick out my tongue at the permission slip whilst making the "neener, neener, neener" face. I take an inappropriate and pathetic amount of pleasure in knowing that I have already provided my child with an educational journey into our town's history, thank you very much.

Maybe I don't entirely suck as a stay-at-home-Mum after all.

(Scurries off to see if parent volunteers are needed....)

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

"I don't love you anymore..."

"...and I am NOT gonna be your son anymore and I'm going to throw you in the garbage!"


So says my beloved firstborn. It's his new favourite phrase and frankly, it's beginning to wear very, very thin.

Where did he learn this? Where did he learn to put all these words together and deliver them with such feeling, such overwrought, four-year-old rage? And omigod, WHEN will it end???

I know that I should simply ignore it and carry on. And for the most part, I do. The only response I've offered thus far is a calm, "Well, I love you, Matthew and I will always be your Mummy forever and ever!"

But inside? I'm a mess. God help me when this fire-haired, wildly-tempered little boy turns 11.