Poppa

Shae's Poppa came straight from work, drove 3 hours to watch Shae this weekend while I work.  This, in itself, is amazing, and a true testament to what an amazing Poppa he is...

From the minute he walked in the door, Shae was bending his ear.  Showing him around from room to room, and finally ending the tour in the wretchedly hot upstairs playroom (I may have turned the air off this morning... whoops!)...

I go up to see if Pah has passed out from the heat, considering he drove 3 hours in an unairconditioned truck, after working all day on a receiving dock....

and there is Pah, sitting on the floor, with a pair of doll pants on his ear, a necklace and bracelet on.  Happily and totally at the mercy of a 2 year old.

As they came downstairs, a short time later, this is what Shae said to her Poppa:

You're my best friend.


And he earns it.

Girl's Night

Just a girl, dining with her besties, bistro style...

  

Tonight, Shae and I ate on our deck, pulled weeds, and then she stripped down to her bare bum and cooled off in the sprinkler in our backyard... then at bed time she said, "You bought this house FOR ME, right?"

I'm so happy in our home. The house buying stress was cured this evening.  Thanks Shae.

:(

Well, single mom life ain't all roses all the time... 


Today, Shae and I were reading Al Yankovic's new book, When I Grow Up... and it's excellent.

I asked Shae what she would be when she grew up...

She said...

"Angee, like you."

Angry, like you.  That makes my heart hurt. 

The stress of the new house, the spectacular amount of demand work is placing on me - none of it is an excuse.  My 2 year old daughter is telling me I need to chill out.

She then said, "No.  I gonna be a boy."

To that I said, "Okay."

Bonk

Do you ever have a week where you're fairly certain your kid needs a helmet, and the only thing stopping you is that you're pretty sure she's already damaged her brain from all the knocks she's taken?

Shae's head is having one of those weeks.

She wore a dress over her face a few days ago and I laughed and laughed and laughed... until she ran into the corner of a cupboard forehead first.  Worse - I didn't see it, thought she was tired and over reacting... so I put her to bed, where cranky kids belong.

She woke up with a sizeable goose egg.  I'll look closer next time.  My bad.

Since then, she's hit a flying swing, slipped in the tub, cracked her head off a playground counter, banged it into my head, and hit it off the DVD shelf somehow.

And I'm fairly certain there were more... but seriously, I stopped mentally noting them... it's as common as meals these days.

Maybe I should supervise my kid more... but I don't think that's it.  I'm always right there when it happens - I think... she just really needs a helmet.

Wii-ing

I think kids are actually born knowing how to hold a controller...

Shae, sucking at Tetris:

Heat Wave

"Look, Mom, that sprinkler is peeing him pants."


Super hot temps mean sprinkler action and a blow up pool oasis... grainy pics courtesy of Blackberry.

In charge of water wasting.

Going in for a drink... mmmm... hose water!

Imageless

My GD camera broke.  It was a Canon, it was under 2 years old, and I may, or may not have helped it break over Bailey's on Canada Day weekend.

Anyone who has ever seen my Facebook page can attest to the fact that I compulsively photograph Shae.  It's like I want to capture every genuine grin, every saucy cocked head, every cheesy "You can't be mad at me, cause I have this BIG FAKE GRIN on my face" look...

It's killing me.

So - this is the most boring blog in the world these days - everyone knows NO ONE reads anything longer than a Facebook status update anymore...

Moo

I don't know.  Hot chocolate+30 degrees ... one silly kid.

Beauty

I love watching Shae - I'm sure all parents marvel over the creation that is standing before them - an everyday miracle... but man - did I REALLY make this amazing kid?  Impossible. 

Then I do something like get a whiff of her morning breath and think - yup, that's my kid.

Grrr

I hope, one day, my daughter reads this, and fully appreciates that she survived to adulthood, despite the fact that the 2s.are.killing.me.  Whining should be a form of war time torture.

Her voice won't get stuck in the "whine" like moms threaten crossed eyes will, right?  That's not what's happening in her case? 

Snore.

Dear Shae,

I know you feel you are too old for naps now, at the ripe old age of 2.75, but you have fallen asleep in my chair two nights running at 530, and 630 respectively. 

How about you let me make these big life decisions for you?  I assure you, napping is about as luxurious a luxury as a single mom can imagine - don't be in such a hurry to give them the boot.

xo
Mom

Self Portrait

Single moms get the shaft in the family photo department.  Shae and I had a fabulous weekend together with family this Canada Day - and this is the finest photo we both appear in - and I took it.  At least it's not the single mom self portrait up nose that I usually end up with...

I know, right?  I can totally see her clutching this treasured photo of her with her mom over my ashes one day 250 years from now (we're gonna live practically forever, I'm positive thinking it all.the.time.)...


Might be time to break down and get a pro to take some pictures for us...

Just for reference - this is the best self portrait I've taken - and most of us is missing.  Imagine how nice had I been able to capture all of us...  we're BOTH SMILING!  This is like finding a moon rock in your back yard!

Home Owner

This is Shae. standing in the lawyer's office, holding the keys to the home we own as of June 30th, 2011.