We have bunnies. They're the cutest little things that live under our deck and hop around our yard. I am not a pet person, but
Mack and I were explaining to Tamsine that her bunnies tooth was knocked loose, and in all seriosity (I believe it is a word), she said, "Well we'll just get the doctor to give my bunny one of those gold teeth so it can still eat. Yeah, that will look good." Both Mack and I looked at one another and then burst out laughing. I could just picture a gold toothed, lop eared bunny with one eye. Classic.
Wednesday, 29 August 2018
Little Miss H'ism
It has been a very long while, and I wasn't really going to continue this blog, but last year my kids started going to a new school to which I had to drive them. On our morning drives, they started asking me to tell them funny stories about when they were younger or funny things they did as babies. And do you know, for the life of me, I couldn't remember as many of them as I thought I would. I was grateful I had recorded as many of them as I did in this blog and on Facebook as I had. So, I'm going to start writing down their antics again. Not for my benefit, but for theirs.
My oldest has decided that fishing is her new passion. She gets these ideas in her head every now and then and they just stick, and then she clings to them with a tenacity that would make us millions if we could figure out a way to actually turn it into a product. Neither my husband nor I fish. We never have, but she, in all her 10 yr old glory decided she is now a fisher woman. So, her dad bought her a fishing pole from the classifieds for $2 and a bottle of gross looking bait, and we traipsed her up to the local reservoir to fulfill all her glee filled dreams of hooking a fish. Turns out she actually enjoyed it and caught herself two smaller, but edible rainbow trout. And before, what were just dreams of fishing, suddenly became her reality and she was hooked. So now she and her dad have this thing they enjoy doing together, however that leaves my youngest daughter and I left to our own devices while up at the res.
The H and I enjoy time outdoors and being by the lake, but neither of us are very into the fishing part. A couple of days however we went to a reservoir called Silver Lake Flat. On the one side of the lake was a huge granite boulder field that was quite enticing. I remembered jumping on huge granite rocks when I was a kid and loving it, so I motioned over to the boulders and asked the kiddo if she wanted to do a little adventuring with me. She immediately jumped at the offer with her little face lighting up. The rocks were huge and she took off like a rock rabbit on crack. There were a number of times my heart nearly stopped cause I thought she was going to crack her noggin open as she fearlessly left from ginormous granite boulder to ginormous granite boulder. we were having so much fun ( I was slightly winded from all the exertion.). I noticed she was showing signs of needing to use the restroom. (If you are not in the mood for overshare, this is where you need to stop reading). I asked her about her needs and she denied them (of course), but when I told her the rocks were big enough to hide her and she could pee in the open, her little face lit up once more and she admitted to needing to go really badly. She whipped her knickers down in a trice and I helped suspend her off the side of one of the rocks so she could pee. (She thought this was the best.). Once she was done, she hopped onto one of the large high rocks again, assumed a pose with her hands on her hips and proudly announced in her pseudo English accent, "I just marked my territory!", then she slowly raised both arms in the air with her hands fisted and went, "Mwahahahaha!"
This child is ready for world domination.
My oldest has decided that fishing is her new passion. She gets these ideas in her head every now and then and they just stick, and then she clings to them with a tenacity that would make us millions if we could figure out a way to actually turn it into a product. Neither my husband nor I fish. We never have, but she, in all her 10 yr old glory decided she is now a fisher woman. So, her dad bought her a fishing pole from the classifieds for $2 and a bottle of gross looking bait, and we traipsed her up to the local reservoir to fulfill all her glee filled dreams of hooking a fish. Turns out she actually enjoyed it and caught herself two smaller, but edible rainbow trout. And before, what were just dreams of fishing, suddenly became her reality and she was hooked. So now she and her dad have this thing they enjoy doing together, however that leaves my youngest daughter and I left to our own devices while up at the res.
The H and I enjoy time outdoors and being by the lake, but neither of us are very into the fishing part. A couple of days however we went to a reservoir called Silver Lake Flat. On the one side of the lake was a huge granite boulder field that was quite enticing. I remembered jumping on huge granite rocks when I was a kid and loving it, so I motioned over to the boulders and asked the kiddo if she wanted to do a little adventuring with me. She immediately jumped at the offer with her little face lighting up. The rocks were huge and she took off like a rock rabbit on crack. There were a number of times my heart nearly stopped cause I thought she was going to crack her noggin open as she fearlessly left from ginormous granite boulder to ginormous granite boulder. we were having so much fun ( I was slightly winded from all the exertion.). I noticed she was showing signs of needing to use the restroom. (If you are not in the mood for overshare, this is where you need to stop reading). I asked her about her needs and she denied them (of course), but when I told her the rocks were big enough to hide her and she could pee in the open, her little face lit up once more and she admitted to needing to go really badly. She whipped her knickers down in a trice and I helped suspend her off the side of one of the rocks so she could pee. (She thought this was the best.). Once she was done, she hopped onto one of the large high rocks again, assumed a pose with her hands on her hips and proudly announced in her pseudo English accent, "I just marked my territory!", then she slowly raised both arms in the air with her hands fisted and went, "Mwahahahaha!"
This child is ready for world domination.
Thursday, 15 May 2014
More little Miss H'isms
Little Miss H has gotten to that stage in her development where she is saying the cutest damn stuff. I have been having the hardest time getting her to # 2 on the toilet. Apparently in her world this is the scariest thing and she goes into a flat panic every time she feels the need to push. So you could have blown me over the other day when I heard her sweet little voice calling to me to hurry and come and look at something super exciting. I rushed up the stairs and there she was seated on the loo with a huge smile on her face. She told me (with squeezing facial expressions) that "I just went, unnnnng, and i came out mom." then she exclaimed, "Mom, my heart was beating and it just went, boom,boom." It was seriously the most adorable conversation one could have with a 3yr old with no pants on.
Then, this morning while finishing up her conversation with her dad, she said the normal good-byes and then she said, "and don't let the zombies creep." Then she hugged the phone, gave it a kiss and handed it back to me.
Bloody hell I love this child!!!
Then, this morning while finishing up her conversation with her dad, she said the normal good-byes and then she said, "and don't let the zombies creep." Then she hugged the phone, gave it a kiss and handed it back to me.
Bloody hell I love this child!!!
Friday, 22 November 2013
Little Miss H'ism
Today Little Miss H looked at me and said "Watch this mom," and then stuck her finger up her nose as far as it would go. Then with a look of distress on her face she went, "Uh, uh, uh." I told her to take her finger out her nose if she didn't like it. She removed her finger from her nose (eyes watering) and then said, "Hey mom, you try it." I politely put the tip of my finger in my nose to show her at least I was trying it, when she said, "You're not saying, "Uh, uh, uh." Head shake.
She has reached a super cute stage of her development right now and has started role playing with her toys. She handed me one of soft toys the other day and said, "I'll be the mommy and you be the sweetie." Then in this really high pitched voiced wiggled her stuffed cat at me and said, "Hello sweetie, now go clean your room."
She has reached a super cute stage of her development right now and has started role playing with her toys. She handed me one of soft toys the other day and said, "I'll be the mommy and you be the sweetie." Then in this really high pitched voiced wiggled her stuffed cat at me and said, "Hello sweetie, now go clean your room."
Sunday, 10 November 2013
Little Miss H'ism
Little Miss H accidentally stepped on her plush cougar toy while playing today. She stopped her play, completely concerned, held her stuffed animal up and said, "Kitty, are you okay kitty?" Then she replied to herself, "Meiow, Meiow." Then she sighed in relief, tucked her toy under her arm and walked away.
Tuesday, 22 October 2013
Summer Fun with the Cousins
We spent a few great days at Bear Lake with my brother and his family this summer. The Tazling pretty much taught herself how to swim, and she and Maeve were so excited we spent the majority of the time in the pool. One morning everyone kitted up and went ATVing. This is one activity I can't do with my family because the vibrations and rough ground mess too much with my back, so I sat on the deck overlooking the water and read a book while everyone else went out and played in the mountains.
Monday, 21 October 2013
Poser
The Tazling has suddenly decided not to be camera shy anymore and wants her picture taken constantly. We were hanging out before school the other day when she told me to get my camera and take some pictures of her posing. I figured what the hell. Cute little five year old. And then, she whipped these out of nowhere.....What the...WHAT?!?! I like the bottom two.
Zombie Makeup
My little neighbour kid wanted to be a zombie for his family Halloween party on Friday night. His mom asked me if I wouldn't mind doing his makeup for him. Not having done a zombie before I figured it would be a fun way to play around and figure out some new techniques. It took me about an hour to do some pretty basic stuff using Elmers glue, a tissue, sand, charcoal and fake blood. I was just about to apply the fake blood to the kids face when I read the warning on the bottle which stated not to use it around the eyes and mouth. Well there went my whole stinking plan. Not about to be thwarted, I pulled out the good old corn syrup, some red food colouring and a drop of black food colouring and mixed up a batch of my own fake blood. I couldn't even tell the difference between the store bought and the stuff I made. It was fun playing around and figuring stuff out again. I also learned how badly I want to learn how to do airbrush makeup. Maybe someday.
The entire time I was doing this makeup, Little Miss H was screaming. She did NOT want me to turn her friend into a zombie. She was having a full meltdown and kept screaming, "NOOOOOOOO, don't make him into a zombie, make him into a bunny!" It was so funny, and so sad all at the same time. Eventually Mack had to take her outside and try and calm her down.
Here's how the kiddo turned out.
The entire time I was doing this makeup, Little Miss H was screaming. She did NOT want me to turn her friend into a zombie. She was having a full meltdown and kept screaming, "NOOOOOOOO, don't make him into a zombie, make him into a bunny!" It was so funny, and so sad all at the same time. Eventually Mack had to take her outside and try and calm her down.
Here's how the kiddo turned out.
About an hour later I popped over to his house to chat to his mom, and he had washed it all off. He didn't like the way it felt. At least I had fun doing it.
Monday, 16 September 2013
Little Miss H'ism
Every day we walk the Tazling to her school bus stop and see her safely on the bus. I usually give her hugs and kisses and then wave and say something like, "Bye Pumpkin have a good day." Today however before I even had a chance to say anything, the little miss (still dressed in her mismatched pajamas and mismatched shoes), threw her little arm in the air, gave a huge wave and yelled, "Good-bye sweetheart, goooood-byyeee sweetheart." Then she turned around and headed for home.
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