"They" are liars

"They" always say, Vancouver has three seasons, fall (rain), winter (more rain), and construction. It's been fall for a week now and the construction HASN'T FREAKING STOPPED. I have to leave in a minute to take Riley to school and to go visit my friend (HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CHRISTIE!) and while it's only 2 km's away its going to take me 20 minutes to get there. I thought when fall started, construction season was over.

Oh well, at least its not in our front yard like it was last summer.



PS Look to the left, there is a neato burrito tag board I put there, type something in so I know you've been here. Obviously you don't like rockin the casbah.

He oughta be in pictures

A couple of months ago I bought a Mr. Clean Wet Vac thingy ma jiggy for my kitchen floor. Our house is all carpet except for the small kitchen and bathroom so after our mop bit the dust this seemed like a suitable, and easy, replacement. Carson absolutely loves to make a huge freaking mess clean with it.

One thing I didn't understand though, was why he was calling it 'the mazing'.

"I wanna play with the mazing mommy"

"Let me clean with the mazing mommy"

Of course only while I'm busier than hell in the kitchen trying to get dinner prepared, he acts all hopped up on pixie stix asking to play with the mazing. I told him after dinner I would sweep the floor then he could do it. Well, this night, I finally GOT IT. I know know why it's the mazing.



After I sprayed some cleaner on the dirty spots on the floor, he wipes it and says to me...."Look! IT'S AMAZING!" I was all, 'huh'? And Carson says holds it up and says to me, running his hand along the towel on the bottom as though he's being filmed for a Mr. Clean commercial..."Look at all the food on that!"

A little something for everyone...

Some of you know that we decided to switch Riley from her regular school to a traditional school (known as a charter school in the USA). It's something I'd been contemplating for a couple of years actually, but had always heard the wait list was horrendous for this school. There are only 2 or 3 traditional schools out of the couple hundred normal schools in the district. These schools have a smaller class size, more focus is on learning, I guess one way to describe it is they take a more 'business like' approach to education, but it's not a total stick in the mud and the kids still have fun. Riley is a little social butterfly (she's pretty much doomed to be one for life, because she inherited it from BOTH of us), and we're hoping with the new school it will help her focus more on education rather than playing Scooby Doo at lunch.

Anyway, Friday was her last day at her old school. I was very confident in my our decision to switch her until I signed the papers. Then all weekend long it was going back and forth in my head, am I making the right choice? Will this be best for Riley in the long run? Am I going to just totally fuck her up? But, she did have a say in it, she did want to switch schools, and this will only be her third school (we moved here half way through kindergarten). By the end of third grade I had switched 8x already, so I'm still doing ok I suppose.

I hate making big decisions. I never trust my own gut enough. So as I'm flip flopping all weekend I'm telling myself its ok, if it turns out to be the wrong decision we can just put her back in her old school. And I kept telling myself to stop freaking thinking about it.

Finally this morning came, and it went wonderfully well. We met her teacher, had a great chat, and when I picked Riley up after school she said she LOOOVED her new school because SHE CAN EAT HER LUNCH OUTSIDE INSTEAD OF AT HER DESK! It's the little things, isn't it? Oh and she has a best friend already, her and another little girl had decided to become BFF, but Riley forgot her name already.

Anyway, here she is looking all sweet in her uniform :)

The Final Countdown

October 20th I will be done with my glasses FOR GOOD. So I'll finally be able to see what this website looks like.

Baby makin days are over

Chad becamed disarmed 5 days ago. No bumping uglies for two more days according to the doctor, so of course I've been teasing him mercilessly ;) It is bittersweet, I had all of my children in my 20's, I had Riley a month before I turned 21 and was 27 when I had Carson. I was 26 when I got pregnant with him and my doctor told me I was an OLDER MOM! Can you believe it? Washed up at 26. Anyway, this year was the big 3-0, and yes it was scary, THIRTY? Me? A GROWN UP? I'm over it now and am enjoying being in my 30's. I've only been in this decade for 4 months and have already taken my family to Disneyland and bought a brand new car, so I have a feeling this decade is going to rock. And Chad and I are finally enjoying some freedom since we have a teenager a few houses down who is an awesome sitter, both of my kids love her to death, and if we had another child we wouldn't be able to experience this for another 3-4 years. And it's already costing me $160 a month to keep Carson in preschool and both of them in gymnastics. And we'd have to get a bigger car, and I love Blue, my cars new official name. It would be more expensive to take the kids to Mexico when they are preteens/teens and to Europe when they are teenagers. Man three kids is just expensive. Unless you have three parents, and if you do, it's time to move to Utah.

I found my journal from when I was pregnant with Carson and during his first few months of life and it was bittersweet to read. I am so glad I keep a journal, I had forgotten about the little things, like how when he would sleep on my chest his head was always turned up to face me, so if he opened his eyes he knew I was right there. Or about the time I was doing my Christmas cards in December of 2002 and I was tired of licking envelopes so I just wiped them across Carsons 4 month old chin covered in drool. And I didn't give him one paper cut, either.

Those are the moments I'm going to miss.

Dorkalie no more

Yes, really, the unimaginable is going to happen within 6 weeks. I am getting lasik on my eyes. Who would have ever thought my grocery shopping would help me aquire this dream at an awesome price? If I redeem 20 000 Save On Points I can have perfect, wonderful, luscious eyeballs at a fraction of the cost, only $1600. As much as I love Iris, where I was going to get my eyes done originally, I haven't won that $1000 gift certificate and even if I did it still would cost $2200. I am going for my presurgical consult on the 21st, which I'm totally not looking forward to remembering the last time. But afterwards I'll be putting my deposit down and booking the date, so it will be soooo worth the huge ass headache I will have afterwards. Hopefully I won't mention buttholes this time.

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This week has been crazy busy in the hizouse. Good crazy mostly, not the kind of crazy that makes you want to rip your hair out one by one. Oh wait, is that just me?

Carson and I went to gymnastics on Monday, it was his first time, and he loved it. Right now he's learning how to do a motorcycle stop, which is gymnastics for stop with your legs spread, knees bent and hands up as though you're holding handles. Good thing he's had lots of practice with his birthday present.


Tuesday was my first parent participation day at the preschool. I wanted the first day available so I could see what happened in class. It was my job to man the craft table, I got to watch and aid Carson and all the other kids (who were all just adorable!!) make apples, very fitting for the month of course. Isn't this the best?

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Last night I laughed so hard I cried. I was talking to SOMEONE last night, and this someone found herself unexpectedly pregnant recently, and we were talking about Chad's upcoming *cough* big V (this may, or may not, be the same person who thought there was lettuce trees...). I mentioned to said person 2 months ago that Chad was having it done, and she told me I was MEAN! Mean? MEAN?? I spent 18 months of the past 10 years dividing cells, growing arms, legs, brains, belly buttons, and pushing out FIFTEEN INCH HEADS with no epidural and I'm mean to send him for a vasectomy? What-EVAH! Come to find out last night that she thought they were going to cut off his balls! Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!! He's getting a vasectomy, not neutered! I told her, and explained how they do a no scalpel vasectomy. It's making me giggle just thinking about it. She was all, 'damn I wish you would have told me this 2 months ago!!'

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Is anyone else totally looking forward to the new Martha Stewart Apprentice? I can't help it I really love Martha now. She was such a bitch before and I think prison really humbled her and made her a better person. I don't know if that poncho was knit with super powers, or if she was whipped into shape by Big Momma, but whatever it was, she seems more endearing now.

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Congratulations to Sara and Doug who are expecting LUCKY NUMBER THREE in May! I love you guys!

Back to life, back to reality

I think I'm going to start throwing a New Years Party on August 31st every year. It feels more like a new year now than in January. And the weather is nicer.

Riley started third grade on Tuesday. THIRD GRADE. I KNOW! I can't believe it, either. She wanted to wear her new velour jogging suit, which surprised me as she usually wants to wear a dress or skirt on the first day. I asked her why that outfit and not her new cute pink skirt and poncho from Old Navy, and she said because the first day is only an hour and the second day is a whole day so she was wearing that on Wednesday. She knows what matters when it comes to fashion!





Carson had to get in there on the picture taking action :)

Riley is in gymnastics this year, she didn't want to do soccer again, she didn't like it because its mean to take the ball away from the other kids, she said. I thought gymnastics would be a nice 'no contact' type of activity. She loves it! Carson and I watched in the viewing room, and he wanted to go play soooo badly. I felt horrible for him. I was thinking of signing him up and said to him, today only the big girls can play down there'. So he starts screaming I'M A BIG GIRL! I'M A BIG GIRL! This got a chuckle out of the other moms and dads there, except for this one burberry & seven wearing snob, who couldn't seem to understand that he was only a THREE YEAR OLD BOY.

So Carson starts gymnastics on Monday, by the way.

He had his first day of preschool on Thursday. He LOVED it to say the least. As I was leaving the teacher said to me, does Carson know you're leaving? I said yes and looked over my shoulder at him happily playing with building blocks, he doesn't seem to care I said to her. It's usually harder on the mother, she laughed. Of course. I was heartbroken but managed to get over it during the next two hours running errands ALONE.

Here are some pictures, yes he needs a haircut!





I went cord-picking at Old Navy yesterday and bought some fresh fall cords. They feel fabulous and are a chocolate brown. My new fave pants.

Busy day tomorrow, I have two parties, one at noon in Chilliwack and one at 4 here in my town. My mom is coming up to meet some of her old friends so I may hit the pub afterwards to say hi.

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10 years today...

Look at us, so innocent hungover at Snoqualmie Falls in WA state, this was 9 years ago, back when Chad had no facial hair, and I was still a Perfitt.

Naughty or nice?

Someone broke my favorite Disneyland souvenir. Then tried to tape it back together. Got to give her credit for a good attempt at a repair, I suppose ;)

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