How Canadian are you?

I borrowed this, without permission, from Mark. Of course, I'm not 100% Canadian. I don't even have a Canadian passport. Nor do I have a Canadian citizenship card. I lost it and won't pay $75 for a new one, cheap bitch that I am. And I'm a little surprised that I got 100%. I'm pretty sure this quiz is from Ontario, where apparently they have hydro bills and restaurants called Pizza Pizza. In my neck of the woods we have a power bill, which contains both electricity and water and I've never heard of Pizza Pizza, though I took a guess and assumed that's where you'd buy a pizza.

You are 100% Canuck!

You rock, you are an almighty Canadian through and through. You have proven your worthiness and have won the elite prize of living in a country as awesome as Canada. Yes I know other countries think they are better, but we let them have that cuz we know better than they do, eh?

How Canadian Are You?
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Oh, and I wouldn't be caught dead saying "eh."

If it's not one thing, it's another

The phone is now working and the massive headache I had developed due to wondering who I was not talking to that I could be talking to is now gone. As soon as we were back on line I was on the phone, spent a lovely hour catching up with all the people I hadn't spoke to in the last 28 hours. Twas a lot apparently, my call answer was full, so thank fuck that at least that feature worked.

And it wasn't hard to fix, I went over to the office to use the phone to book them to come in and the fella says there's a wee reboot pinhole on the side of the black box, use a paperclip on that and it should come back online and lo and behold it did. Tell me why this very simple answer was not listed on the website. It would have saved me much misery and guaranteed me good seats at the hockey game.

Speaking of hockey games, Taylor's class and one of the grade 4 classes won tickets to see the Oilers vs. St. Louis Blues for every student reading a certain amount of minutes every night. William is going as one of the parent volunteers. He's never been to a hockey game before so should enjoy it. I don't know why, but apparently hockey's not very big in Australia. People who live in hot climates just have no appreciation for men slamming each other into boards.

Speaking of William, we are on day 12 of "It's Over." So I guess it is. The only reason I know this is because there are no I love you's or kisses goodnight or whatever. Other than that we are reasonably pleasant with each other, still share a bed, everything appears to be normal. No one even knows this happened, just you people in blogland. I don't think he's leaving though, and we talk about upcoming events like nothing is amiss. Strange. We even just bought a new couch. Well, I picked it out, he's paying for it. I'm very excited about it's arrival which is not until December freaking 12th.

I've gone totally off topic as per usual. As is Emma's law when one thing is fixed another must break. This time it is the dock for the camera and I cannot download pictures. Which is a shame because I was going to do Sophie's 3 month post and Saoirse's 2 year one. And I know you are all dying to see pictures of my girls. Don't even try and deny it. I also took pictures of the cards I made for my friend Shelley's school auction. I don't think they will sell for much but anything is better than nothing. I used "Wishing You" from the Stampin' Up holiday catalogue for any of you who are into that sort of thing. I made the bottom card on the right hand side if you happen to click on the link, just in different colours.

Anywho, I also cannot find the cord thingermajinger to just hook the camera up to the computer. Such is my life.

In other news, I have started the countdown to my birthday. Even though I have reached an age that once seemed disgustingly old (I completely believed in the saying "Never trust anyone over 30." Some days, I still believe it) I still get excited about the big day. Even though it's no longer big. Or exciting. No one throws you a birthday party when you are turning 33. Yes, 33! It feels OLD. Or maybe that's just me. This year I plan on not mentioning my birthday to anyone in my house to see if they (read William) remember. I tried it last year, but it didn't work. I talk too much. But since I'm unlikely to throw hints about what I want at someone who doesn't seem to like me all that much I may be able to do it this year. Unless my desire for the first two seasons of The Facts of Life on DVD wins out, of course.

It wouldn't be so bad if I could find my cell phone

If the word fuck offends you, do not read further. But I am so fucking frustrated I have to use it repeatedly.

I can live without a lot of things but I cannot live without my phone.

I have been phoneless for almost 24 hours. I feel completely and utterly lost. I knew I depended on my phone but I didn't realize to what extent.

And damn my fucking cable company! When we moved in August we went over to a digital phone line. This is the second time my line has literally died on me. The first was only a few hours and I survived quite nicely, I was only slightly annoyed. Today, I am ready to lose it. I lost 8th row Oiler/Hurricane tickets because I had no phone. Now Liam is stuck with way up high seats. But at least he's going, he'll be thrilled.

Here's the thing that really gets me. I went on to the website and it says "For digital phone support please call this number." Seriously, if I had a fucking phone I would not need to call for support. I also had the option of doing it online and they asked for a number to contact me at. Once again, seriously!

Of course, this wouldn't be an issue if I could find my fucking cell phone.

8 more things you probably don't want to know about me

I'm stealing off of sillyhily because there is just so much shite going on right now I don't even want to think about it. I have done so many of these questions and things about me that there probably isn't much left to say. But I'll give it a shot.

1. I have a wood phobia. Not all sorts of wood, I'm quite fine with coffee tables and whatnot. It's the small little things...popsicle sticks, steak knives, pencils. They freak me out. When I have a popsicle I have to keep the wrapper around the stick and when the popsicle reaches the wood part I make sure my mouth gets no where near that stick. To bug me, my kids suck on the stick. AAACCCCKKKKK!!! It makes me grind my teeth. I'm grinding them right now. Yikes, on to other subjects.

2. I once touched on my love of Little House on the Prairie, both the books and the show. But for awhile, in my early 20s, I experienced a slight obsession. I ordered about $500 worth of books on Laura Ingalls Wilder and planned a trip to De Smet, South Dakota. Because Taylor was young and wouldn't remember it, I decided to wait until she was older and as obsessed as her mother. This never happened and it breaks my heart. However, I have Saoirse and Sophie to work on. Taylor's first Christmas gift...she was still nearly 3 months away from being born...was the Little House series. I was going to give her mine but they have been read so many times they don't look too pretty.

3. My IQ at 12 was 133, 6 points lower than Taylor's. On those online tests (which are probably a bunch of crap) it is now 121. I am apparently getting stupider as I age.

4. I love Christmas. Love, love, love it. I have Christmas shows taped from 1986 that I still watch. My brother once went to tape over an episode of Facts of Life and got punched in the stomach for it. (I in no way advocate sibling violence, but this was a serious matter.) There is a brief moment during Blair singing "I'll Be Home for Christmas" that is interrupted by the roadrunner and that coyote. I generally start watching Christmas movies in the summer. Usually by the time I start complaining about the heat.

Hmmmmm...that appears to be it for now. Thinking of 4 more things requires more brain power than I have at the moment, plus I need to shower and get the babies bathed as Saoirse has a doctor's appointment in regatrds to her newly diagnosed asthma.

Aw Faith, at least you gave me a laugh

I watched the Faith Hill clip on youtube about a dozen times and each time it made me laugh. Not because of the screamed "WHAT??" but because she threw her arms up as if she was posing for a picture and then she realized. Holy fuck, she lost to an American Idol. Down go the arms, out comes the dismayed cry, off she goes.

I can not be the only former child out there who used to practice my grammy/oscar/emmy speech but I certainly didn't practice my gracious loser smile. She was expected to win, and it would be pretty devastating to lose I am sure. But seriously...why the fuck would you lie about it when the entire internet friendly world can see exactly what you did. Admit it, aplogize and move on. Tomorrow someone else will do something stupid and we will move on.

And people of California...what the hell were you thinking? The man's an eejit. And a Republican. And not even the good sort of republican.

4 Things...again

I've done this one before but because it was so long ago and because answers have the potential to change and because dunner tagged me and especially because I wouldn't want to be the one blogger who lets him down I will do it again.

a) Four jobs I have had in my life.
hospital porter
nursing attendant
retail sales- Zellers (terrible), Coles, Smithbooks, Chapters, Disney store
mother; by far the best, even if the pay is shite. (Though I am sure you will note I never actually have had a well paying job, which is the very reason I am going back to school.)

b)Four movies I would watch over and over again.
Some Mother's Son
Stand By Me
It's a Wonderful Life*
Miracle on 34th Street (both verions)*
* It's November and I am in the Christmas spirit. Today I played Christmas CDs.

c)Four places I have lived
Sutton Coldfield, England
Birmingham, England (the two are really one in the same)
Edmonton, Alberta

d)Four shows I love to watch
Grey's Anatomy
How I Met Your Mother
Cold Case
Ugly Betty

I could go on... Desperate Housewives, Amazing Race, The Nine, Survivor, CSI, Gilmore Girls, Justice, ER. Yeah, I watch waaaaay too much T.V.

e)Four places I have visited
Ireland
Amsterdam
Tenerife
California

f)Four websites I visit daily
For Better or For Worse
BBC
Splitcoast Stampers
Urban Scrapbook
g)Four places I would like to be right now
Belfast
Dublin
Derry
Weston super Mare

h) Four bloggers I would like to respond
Boliath (and since she has to post every day this month there is really no excuse!)
ummm...I think almost every blogger I read has done this in the past.

"It's Over" *updated

Those very words were said to me last night. It is not the first time I have heard them, but I suspect this may actually be the last time.

And I'm not really sure how I feel about it. Disappointment mixed with relief, maybe. Disappointment because I really love him, because we have 2 daughters together, because I just can't make him happy. Relief because I'm tired of walking on eggshells, relief because the moment has happened.

And what was it yesterday that set him off? I'm not entirely sure. He can't live like this he says. The livingroom had toys on the floor, the vacuum wasn't put away, the boots in the entry way were rather all over the place. I think the kicker was that dinner was not yet on the table. It was in the midst of being made, the potatoes were on to boil, but I had not yet defrosted the pork chops. It was quarter after 5. Dinner is a big deal to William, he likes it early, whereas I have always been used to eating around 6.

It doesn't matter that the baby needed fed and I am currently the only one who has the ability to participate in that particular activity. It doesn't matter that Liam was doing his homework and needs constant help with the reading and writing. And don't even dare point out that he has been sitting in Tom's garage for the past 2 hours when he could be home sitting with one or both girls so that dinner is made and laundry put away. How dare I tell him where he ought to be.

He told me that he was going to call about going back to Australia, he's done. "What about the girls?" I say. "What about them," he asks. "They'll forget about me."

Not too long ago I did a 100 things about William post, in which I wrote that he was a great father. This was not a lie. He really is. I feel sometimes though like there are 2 Williams. One is a great father who loves all four completely. The other is a timebomb waiting to go off. This William refuses to listen when angry, it is alright for him to say what he wants with a fuck thrown in every third word or so, but you can not say a word back. What bothers me is that I am not the only one who knows this William, Taylor knows him well and even my mother has had an experience with him.

I promised myself I would never involve my children in an unhappy relationship again and I have gone and done it. I don't know what he will say when he gets home, sometimes things go on as though they never happened. I can't do it this time, I am falling apart. I want to be with him, but not without counselling.

Sorry you all had to read this, I just needed to write it down, get things out there, it will probably be deleted in the next wee bit.


* Just wanted to say thanks everyone for the v. kind comments. I don't think that what happened can be blamed entirely on stress, the threat of his leaving was used often before either Saoirse or Sophie arrived. Anyway, things are still somewhat tense. There has been no further mention of going back to Australia but we are being civil with one another. Sort of like roommates who don't really like each other but have no other alternatives. Certainly not an ideal situation.

Hallowe'en

I love Halloween. Not for the actual holiday itself, though I certainly enjoy it. No, what I love about Halloween is the next day. November 1st. The official kick off to Christmas. As soon as the last kid left my driveway tonight, I started putting up Christmas decorations. For the most part, I use snowmen until the middle of November and then start adding the actual Christmas decorations. In a place like Edmonton you could potentially have snow decorations up for 5 or 6 months. Even I get tired of them eventually and they usually come down at the beginning of March to be replaced by the St. Patrick's decorations. And on and on the cycle goes.

Anyway...back to Halloween. The two little ones were absolutely adorable, I will download the pictures tomorrow. I did their portraits in their costumes as well and will post them when they arrive next week. Sophie was a bat and Saoirse a monkey. We really lucked out with that choice, because she has become obsessed with Curious George. Tonight as William was taking her to bed she was crying for her costume "Monkey, monkey." It was very cute.

We went to Taylor's school parade. It took almost an hour, as the school has recently exploded in population. We are definitely feeling the effects of Alberta's booming economy. Need a job? Come here, just don't expect to find a place to live. At the very end, the principal invites all the younger siblings to parade around the gym. Taylor carried Sophie and her friend Ashley took Saoirse. Everyone loved the girls in their outfits.

William took Saoirse around our neighbourhood. She got a lot of stuff, but chose to eat the Halloween candy we were handing out. He then took Liam and his friends Josh and Tyler out for a few hours. Taylor went out on her own this year, for the first time. She went with her friends Connor, Theodore and Ryan (who she has had a crush on since Grade 3!) I was a bit worried about her being the only girl and being left behind, but she had a great time. Initially Ashley was also supposed to go but her mum changed her mind. She was out for over 2 hours and came home with 2 pillowcases full of candy.

Which leads me to a big problem. The candy...god, the candy. I have been going so great, I've lost more weight than what I gained with Sophie but between now and Christmas I am really going to struggle with not eating junkfood. Although I hate the fact that all my jeans are falling off me, I don't actually want them to fit properly ever again. I look forward to going out and buying new jeans, I don't want them to be too tight by January. Damn that candy tempting me. Bad candy! Bad!

The first snowfall

Today we had our first proper snowfall, not like the one a couple of weeks ago where it melted pretty quickly. This snow looks pretty hardy, like it might actually be here for the duration.

Fuck.

Saoirse, however, does not express this sentiment in regards to snow. Upstairs this morning, after me not understanding her telling me that those bastards Liverpool were kicking the shite out of my beloved Villa, she went to the window, pointed up towards it and says "Snow, snow!!"

Yea. Snow. Happy Days.

Saoirse missed snow last year due to the combined brown Christmas and her visit to Australia. It was sort of a shame because we had gotten her a funky wee baby sled for Christmas that she could not even use. She might get a month or two out of it now, if this snow sticks around and there's no sudden growth spurt.

She went outside pretty quickly this morning. William threw her smowpants and jacket on over her pajamas and off she went. Well, after she fell a few times in the livingroom. She was a bit like the Pillsbury Doughboy in her new gear. Liam took her outside and, to her great delight, threw snowballs at the livingroom window and then at Taylor who was watching out her bedroom window. He even managed to hit William in the ass, to the general amusement of us all.

In the afternoon, Taylor took Saoirse over to the hill down the road to try out the sled. She had a fantastic time, and in this new house I am able to see them from the patio window. Which works pretty well, really.

Oh, the humiliation

Sometimes in life you get what you deserve. And I suppose I deserved to have a not quite 2 year old Saoirse come up and tell me that Liverpool was beating Aston Villa. Not that she said that of course. What I heard was "Liva, Liva" and I just assumed she was saying "Liam, Liam." I suppose I also deserved to have Liam laughing at me when I came downstairs to see a score of 3-0. I deserve this because all week long I have been overly confident that Aston Villa would win, or at least draw. The only team not to lose a game yet, why should they break a streak against William's team.

It's a good thing that I use Sophie as my own personal alarm clock and that she didn't bother to go off this morning until after 9. It meant I missed the entire first half where, as Wiliam was so kind to inform me, "Liverpool played as though Aston Villa wasn't even there." I did have a brief spark of hope when a goal was scored just after I started watching but the hope ended pretty quickly.

Because Villa...they sorta kinda sucked.

At least some bloggers were pleased today.

Confirmation that Catholics are somewhat insane

I know that title is going to piss people off and that's not what I'm out to do. Well maybe a little, because no one has ever really gotten mad at me on here. Oh, except for the INXS concert fiasco. I'm Catholic myself so I feel I am justified in saying that some of the more faithful amongst us are not just somewhat insane but fucking CRAZY.

On Monday night I went with my friends Nancy and Michelle to a confirmation class at our church. Our kids are in Grade 6 and are preparing for this sacrament. Except that we, as parents, have to go to two 2 hour classes before they even get started. My parents never went through this particular torture. And torture it was.

There are two sentences that led me to this belief of insanity. The first was that when our speaker said she was confirmed at the age of 6 and thought to herself "Now I am a soldier of Christ." Imagine thinking that age of six! Granted she's from Scotland, a child of Irish parents, and is about 65 or so. Perhaps the fact that I was raised by one lapsed Catholic and an anti Catholic Protestant made me much too lax in my Catholicism. Perhaps if my entire family had attended church every single Sunday of my life rather than the odd Sunday, Easter and Christmas (Eve, not Day...are you bloody mad? Imagine giving up an hour of Christmas Day to go to Church!) I would be more aware of my role as a soldier for Christ.

The second phrase actually frightened me. She said that people should be able to look at us and just know that we are Christians, that they should be able to pick us out of a crowd and know that we are witnesses for God. Frankly, I think it is this very attitude that starts wars. Why should I be any different than the Jewish (insert any other religion if you so choose) person standing next to me? Isn't every religious person a witness for their particular God? Where does any one of us get off saying that our religion is better, or that we are the "chosen" religion and so therefore the only witnesses? That comment bothered me on Monday and it still bothers me 3 days later (even if it says Wednesday at the tope there...it's taken me 2 days to write this and I almost deleted the whole post but I thought fuck it.)

I have had issues with my religion since I was eight and had to go through Reconciliation. I have always been extremely shy and as a kid was somewhat (well, alot) terrified of men. So to have to sit alone in a little room with some old man in a black outfit was slightly more than terrifying. I question why we do Reconciliation so young, after all what sins can an 8 year old have committed? Apparently my list should have been very long, because there was no pleasing this man. It got so that I lied just so that I could get out of there. I recall saying that I didn't wash the dishes and that I called my mother a swear word. I never had to wash the dishes so I'm not sure where the sin was and at 8 I had yet to utter a swear word. I don't think I had ever heard one at that point. Well, I'm sure I had from older kids but they would have went right over my head. I must point out that this priest was not my parish priest, at the time all sacraments were celebrated together as a class not individually like they are now. I loved, loved, loved my parish priest, Father Lou, he was fantastic.

Anyway, I have never been back to confession and if I were to go now I am sure the priest and I could spend a week discussing the sins I have committed since the age of 8. There are many, a few broken commandments and all. Because I had what I perceived to be a terrible experience I didn't want Taylor to do Reconciliation but of course you can't be confirmed without it. She does it the week before her Confirmation. She also has to attend a 6 hour retreat with her sponsor. Her sponsor is her godmother and as she is expecting her first child in May I doubt she will want to sit in a church for 6 hours at 9 months pregnant so chances are I will be going to that as well.

Sigh. The things we do for our children. I don't have to do it for Liam though, he's refused to do any of the sacraments. He says "I am only half Catholic." He's an odd one, that boy. William seems to think it is enough that Saoirse is baptized, he doesn't think she needs to do anything else and that she can choose when she is old enough. And poor Sophie, it appears that she is destined to be nothing for so far William has not budged on the baptism issue.

So while I certainly have issues and I most definitely disagree with alot of the things the Church stands for, it was very important to me that my kids be baptized. I don't know why. I can only explain it by saying that if something were to happen to one of them, I would like them to have something that they believe in that might be able to help them get through whatever situation they are in.

Another stolen meme

Why do I love these things so much? I don't know, but they make me all tingly inside.

48 Things You Could Care Less About

1. FIRST NAME? Emma
2. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? My dad's aunt who lived in Belfast. I mentioned before that she was the only member of his family that my mum liked. It was a toss up between Emma and Fiona.
3. WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY? Yesterday maybe.
4. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? I prefer my printing.
5. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCHMEAT? Roasted chicken from the Safeway deli.
6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? I'd find me awfully quiet, but yes.
7. DO YOU HAVE A JOURNAL? You're reading it.
8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? Yes.
9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? No, because they weigh you first.
10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? I'm a porridge sort of girl, but I kind of fancy French Toast Crunch. Not that I've seen it in about a year.
11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? No, because then I would be required to do them up again. These days I am mostly wearing crocs, ugly yet comfy and require zero effort to throw on when you have 2 babies, a diaper bag, a purse and a garbage bag to get out the house.
12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? When I have to be.
13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR? Pralines and cream.
14.SHOE SIZE? 8
5. RED OR PINK? I could take or leave either one.
16. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? My grumpy disposition.
17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? Oh, that's a hard one.
18. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU? This must have started out as an email. But definitely tell me if you do it.
19. WHAT COLOR PANTS, SHIRT AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? Blue jeans, brown, no shoes at moment. I'm more Canadian than British in that aspect.
20. LAST THING YOU ATE? some BBQ flavoured bits and bites.
21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? I'm watching Six Degrees.
22. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? uuuuuummmmmm...Perfect Plum. It's a stampin' up marker, not a crayon.
23. FAVORITE SMELL? The same as the last time I answered this question...the smell of Saoirse and Sophie's hair after a bath with Gerbers Oatmeal Wash. This might change with Christmas coming.
24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? My friend Jen. Or was it Candy? No, no, it was me mammy. I had to check my phone for that one. I called to ask her to get the Fisher Price Little People house for Saoirse's birthday. It's on sale.
25. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE YOU ARE ATTRACTED TO? Eyes, bum, and yes, I totally admit to checking out the package. Not that it matters.
26. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON you stole THIS from? I don't know her but through her blog.
27. FAVORITE DRINK? Tea.
28. FAVORITE SPORT? Soccer or hockey.
29. EYE COLOR? Blue.
30. HAT SIZE? Huh? Hats? I don't wear hats. Unless it's -40 or something.
31. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? No, but I should wear glasses.
32. FAVORITE FOOD? I'm going through a Greek phrase at the moment.
33. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? Happy Endings.
35. SUMMER OR WINTER? Winter. Unless it actually is winter.
36. HUGS OR KISSES? Both. Given by the right people of course.
37. FAVORITE DESSERT? Some sort of cheesecake. Though Moxie's does a great white chocolate brownie.
38. WHO IS MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? Yes, this started life as an email.
39. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND? Definitely an email.
40. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING? Some Jill Mansell one and an anthology by female Irish authors on divorce called If Only.
41. WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE Pad? The Tasmanian Devil.
42. WHAT DID YOU WATCH LAST NIGHT ON TV? How I Met Your Mother. I so love that show. Why do I never name Neil Patrick Harris as the celebrity I would sleep with when I do these things? Other than that, Wednesdays are crap. Justice was supposed to be on but wasn't.
43. FAVORITE SOUNDS? Saoirse laughing, Sophie cooing and that sighing sound she makes while sleeping.
44. ROLLING STONE OR BEATLES? Beatles
45. THE FURTHEST YOU'VE BEEN FROM HOME? Canary Islands, I think. I'm no good with distances.
46. WHAT'S YOUR SPECIAL TALENT? I haven't developed any special talents in the last few months so it's still my ability to orgasm without being touched. TMI? Sorry, but it is my blog.
47. WHERE WERE YOU BORN? Sutton Coldfield, England. Birmingham, just in case you think I was born in the arse end of nowhere.
48. WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? I stole it from Lost Somewhere in Antrim. But at least I told her.

I totally forgot to say...

...that on Monday Sophie rolled on to her tummy.

Has she done it again?

Absolutely not.

Oh, and Saoirse did not pee from 10am until 5pm. She then peed in her booster seat. She will go and sit on the potty, not use it, use a wipe, flush it, then climb on the toilet to wash her hands. I have told her she is no longer allowed to wash her hands unless she pees. Who knew hand washing could be used as a bribe? When she had a nappy put on at 7, she peed through it in about 5 minutes and leaked on to Taylor's jeans. That was a whole lot of holding that girl did.

This is so totally a mum post. Sorry to any of the fellas that read this (a grand total of four, I believe!)

The coming of winter

In honour (??) of the first snowfall this year, Sophie wore this shirt. Just so you know, last year we had no snow until March. They say this is going to be a mild winter but I don't believe a word of it. It's freezing.



Sophie shows the blogging world just what her mummy thinks of having 6 months of snow and cold.

Taylor's school photos

What exactly is blogger's problem, do you think? I tried to upload 5 pictures but it wouldn't let me. I tried one and it was fine. I guess I'll have to do seperate posts. Bugger.

Anyways, this is the proof for Taylor's school photos. She absolutely hates them, doesn't like to show her teeth in pictures and doesn't like how her hair looks. 'Huh?', says I, 'it looks brushed. What's wrong with that?' Her hair was cut and streaked the day before these photos, and chance is a fine thing if she thinks she's getting another $75 spent on her hair for retakes. I don't even spend that on my own hair. And, yes, I know that's pretty cheap...no need to tell me.