Still here...

Yep...we are still here...plugging away...

Either our lives are dull....or I have temporarily lost my desire to blog....

Who knows.

3 going on 16

My Darling Nolan,

It has been a long while since I have written a letter to you...but following this morning's episode, I feel like I should...

Let me explain...

I know you love Rosie...

Frankly, I would much rather lose my wallet and have my identity stolen than lose that stupid otter (may I throw out, Thanks Uncle Brad...next time, can you buy him something that he doesn't get so attached to!!!)...

Anyways...while I was standing in the bathroom, trying to make my sleep-wrinkled face look presentable enough for work, which I obviously didn't do very well at (eek!!), you felt as though you needed to smack me with Rosie...Not cool Bug, not cool....Granted, you have pulled out her whiskers, so they no longer feel like litte daggers digging into my skin, but her beady little eyes...yeah, they are marbles...or something of the sort.  Some child safe toy I imagine...

I threatened to take Rosie away....your retort...

"I have more energy, so I can run faster faster faster from you"

Say what???

Granted, you do have more energy...but did you just say that you can run from me??  Oh no you dinnt....I realize I haven't been to the gym in a while...okay a long while...okay, a long long long time....okay okay...i'm sure I would get lost on my way there, I don't know if I still know the way anymore...but really...you don't run from your mom (Mom, I am so so so so so so so sorry if I ever said I can out run you...granted I probably could...Bahahahaha...love you!!)...Mom's always win...don't they...

Anyways...You went and sat on the living room floor while I did my hair. I made the mistake of looking your direction...

"why you wooking at me....?"....

And this part I am not making up, I swear....

I quote....

"Mom...you wook at me, you killing my energy."

W.T.F......

Killing your energy????!!!

No Bug...Killing your energy is when you are 16 and groping your girlfriend and I walk in...killing your energy is when you can't have the car to go on a date...killing your energy is when you come home loaded and barf on my floor, and I make you clean it...with YOUR toothbrush!!!

Killing your energy is not asking you to get dressed.

*sigh*

Sincerely,

Your ever lovin',

ever frustrated,

Mommy

The beast is alive....

And by beast, I mean me....

We have been busy...

Nolan came home...Yay!!...Christmas with the Bourgeois family on New Years Day...Back to work, and tay tare....Tay tare has not been a hit...ugh....mornings suck....trying to get back into the swing of things....

Slowly but surely, we will find our routine again!

Sigh...

Made it through another Christmas...

Nolan had a blast...we were busy...I am tired...Nolan is with his daddio for a week....I am lonely already...oh woe is me...I miss my bug...ALOT

Anyone got anything for me to do??

Secrets with a toddler...

are impossible, but so much fun!!

Lemme explain....

Following Nolan's trip to see the Big "S", aka, Santa, on Saturday, gramma, aka my mom, whoa, I can tell this is gonna get confusing real fast...try to stay with me here folks...had some grocery shopping she needed to get done for Christmas Eve's dinner.  I wanted to make a quick stop at the bank (Have I ever mentioned how much I love the fact that banks are open on Saturdays??!!...this is getting off topic...Focus Lisa...Focus)...as I was leaving the car, my mom asked Nolan "Do you want to see what you bought mommy for Christmas??"...Of course his response was yes...off I wandered to the bank, and they sat in the car to admire the beauty of my gift.  Now, let's keep in mind here, that Nolan is a 3 year old, well I guess almost 4 (holy snotballs!!!!!!!) year old boy...I can ask numerous times what he did at taytare, and his response is always "Played".  True enough I suppose...but one day, I would love for him to elaborate, just a smidge.

Now, I had gotten back to the car, and heard my mom telling Nolan to quick, "put it back in the bag....and don't tell mommy, because it is a secret!!..."...I looked in the backseat at my son, and I saw his eyes dance and sparkle like I have never seen before - all because he knew something I didn't.  I asked "Can you give me a hint?"...nope.  "Are you gonna tell mommy??"...nope.  "is it a...polar bear??"....No Mommy, it's a Penguin!!! And outta the bag it came!! 

Hahaha, easy peasy!!  If anyone else wants to tell him what they bought me, he is a GREAT listener - just wanted ya to know!

If you expect Christmas carols too, you need crazy pills....

And yes, that is a picture of a picture, remember I am Mother of the Year....you got somethin' to say 'bout it punk and next year, I'll be sharing my holiday spirit with YOU!!!

Why I love Christmas...

- Around this time every year, I seem to get blessed with a life sucking cold...the kind that makes you want to curl up into the fetal position and die...but wait, I can't, because Nolan insists he's hungry, ALL THE TIME...but even better...with a life sucking cold, comes the pale skin, the complexion breakout, the red nose, and the static-y hair...hubba hubba!!

- "Wook Mommy, dat man is wabing at us"
"No bug....actually...."vaaarrrooooommmmm...."that man just gave mommy the finger for stealing his parking spot at West Edmonton Mall....Happy Holidays Sir...Merry Christmas....*frantically waving back*..."

- The Grinch

- Not ALL my family is always together...Nat, one year, you guys are coming, and bringing everyone...I don't care if it takes 3 trips...just flip on the tv, pop some popcorn, leave out some milk for the remaining kids...they will be okay until you return for them...parents do it all the time.

- My  bank account laughs hysterically in my face by the time I attempt at buying my last present...wait...did I say last, I meant first.

- My fingers are raw, and I mean, raw - to the bone, bleeding, sore, can't touch a thing for weeks afterward from undoing the twist ties that hold toys into packages...Seriously Toy Manufacturerers - Must the twisty things be made of metal??  Must they be twisted upteen different ways??  Must you twist them so tight I cannot get my scissors in to cut them??  Work with me here!!!  That would be swell!!

I hope my insight brightened your Christmas spirit!! 

Happy Holidays!!  Haha