It's "Bella's Fishy"

When our son was 2 we bought him his first "Mr. Fish" and since that time we have welcomed many "Mr. Fish" impostors when the others well...... kicked the fish bowl. One time it happened when we were on vacation and our cousin had to make a dash to the pet store before our little secret became known. Our son like all men does not register details such as color or which appliance is the washer and which one is the dryer (ask my hubby when you see him one day about that little story). In fact on one particular swap out day they were all out of blue fish so I put a red fish in and he has never mentioned the change in color.

Well, Daddy worked late one day and we took a trip to the pet store to get Bella her very own Mr. Fish. We had dinner and then I announced that we were going to get Bell her very own fish. Her eyes got wide as saucers and she yelled "I'll get my fishing pole"! We went to the store and she wanted every fish there, but she chose one to be her own and his name is "Bella's Fishy".

Another One Bites The Dust

It's official my dear hubby is sick judging from his most recent email....


I am sick.
My muscles are weak and achy. I am cold. Everywhere I roam today seems to be five degrees colder than usual.

I am wearing my wooly scarf at my desk while I drink hot coffee and tap meagerly at my ergonomic keyboard. My every thought is pained and cloudy. I don't remember where I parked the car this morning. I thought I lost my access card, but I had it all along.

If I forget where my house is, you may find me wandering around the metro stop, peering in trash cans for food and begging for change.

My only hope is that you may still love me in my weakened state.
Yours, forever,

My Wish

Happy Friday! May you all wake up warm and snuggly on Saturday with socks on your hands.

Conversations with the Children

Dinner table. 6:00 PM. The boy and I are sitting at the table. In front of my son is his plate, which contains a small, but completely untouched portion of meat loaf.

Me: Aren't you going to eat your meat loaf?
Boy: No.
Me: Do you like hamburgers?
Boy: Yes.
Me: Do you like cheeseburgers?
Boy: Yes.
Me: Same thing. Now here you are. Have a bite.
Boy: No, I'm tired. My tummy hurts. I'm full.

Fast forward two hours. Boy, pajama-clad, watches Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and plays with Plah-Doh whilst awaiting the command to go upstairs and get ready for bed.

Me: Hey. What are you eating?
Boy: Nothing.
Me: You are clearly chewing something. What are you eating?
Boy: Ice cream.
Me: No, you finished your ice cream ten minutes ago. Please, tell me what you're chewing.
Boy ... Play-doh.
Me: (Stunned silence.) Are you telling me you won't eat meat loaf, but you'll chew Play-Doh?
Boy: (Smiles. Continues to chew.)

Fear

I come from a long line of worriers - the phone ringing after 10 makes my heart jump a bit and I can fixate on anything given the opportunity. My dear husband has threatened to block WebMd if I'm not careful. Becoming a Mom has made me worry even more - how about you?

I saw this quote on a Blog that I read frequently - "Fear knocked at the door. Love answered. No one was there." so I thought I would share this with my fellow worriers.

A week of updates

It's been a week full of moving from place to place all week and I have hardly had time to collect my thoughts let alone photos.We bought a van with leather seats and a moon roof. I wonder how long it will take for this one to look like a petting zoo????We had another date night and it was less eventful than the last one see a summary. We made a lovely dinner of salmon stuffed with herb goat cheese and a mustard glaze on top.We admired Uncle Fred and his big big beer.

Of course there was the typical household antics....

100 days and Sunrise

Yesterday was the 100th day of school. It seems like our boy just got on the bus for his first day of kindergarten! He is starting to read and he loves to rhyme. Unfortunately all the kids like to rhyme and they are starting to pair first names with silly words - our dear son now has ferret at the end of his name - poor kid. I went through all of the rhymes in my head when he was named and alas it has happened. You notice I say "when he was named" not "when we named him". My dear hubby waited till all the delivery drugs kicked in and picked a name not on the list. Good thing I liked it!

This morning I came downstairs and was stopped in my tracks by a beautiful sunrise - yes Sweetie I ACTUALLY made it up before the sun! Well, right before, but it was still before!

I'm off to eat my shredded wheat before the day officially starts - have a beautiful Friday!

More snow fun

Bella is finally enjoying a little girl hot chocolate and chat session after tubing.

Our resident tubing expert