My Pad

I've been promising my friend Jenni that I'd post pics of the condo for ages now. I had to take these pics for a different reason, but figured this might be the only time I get photos of my house actually clean. They aren't the best, but you get the gist.

The Lounge:



Dining Room:

Kitchen:


Study:
Taz's Room:


Girl's Bath:
Laundry:
Master Bedroom and Bath:



Patio:

Tazisms

Today my dear first born said to me, "Oh, I just need to take a nap.......in your bed.........naked." And thats exactly what she did.

Now, she's running around chasing a fly, going, "Come on little fly, sit on my finger. Come on little fly. Here's my finger. Come on little fly, come on little fly."

Its too cute for words, but really funny to see how upset she's getting that the fly won't sit on her finger.

Yum!

Take one look at this face and tell me you don't want to eat it up as much as I do?

Happy 4th of July!

This year is my first American independence day as an American Citizen. Whoop!

Like Father Like Daughter

My Pride and Joy

A Grand Day Out

We went to Lagoon with my Brother and his family last week. It was a fun day out. I only got to go on one ride because I was worried what the jostling might do to my back. Oh well.






Ethan hid behind me the first time we went on this ride - the second time though...

This was Taz's favourite by far - mainly because the car was "sparkly blue".


Little Miss H enjoying the air conditioned "mother's room". The rest of the day she just took in her stride.

Pretty as a Picture

Arts and crafts in our house go a little something like this:

Pain, Pain Go Away

The pain drains me and makes it hard to function. I don't have a choice though and function I must. I'm sure Taz senses when I am most low, because those are the days she is the whiniest, clingiest and most uncooperative. I try so hard to be positive through the pain, but every now and then it gets to me. I become resentful, moody and incredibly unpleasant to be around. The people around me don't understand. I don't blame them.

I'm trying to come to terms with this as being my lot in life. I'm trying to find the lessons I'm supposed to be learning from this. The pain consumes my thoughts and blocks out all reason. Sometimes I can handle it. Most of the time though I rage against it in my head. I resent pain free, healthy people. I resent Mack for his ability to move, exercise and play with our kids with a smile on his face.

Normally when I need a release I can have a good cry and feel better. The pain has taken that away from me too. Nothing helps.

I am tired, I am depressed, I am morbid, I am resentful, I am snippy. I apologize.

Watch Me Twirl

This is what happens when the Tazling gets a new "princess ballet skirt". She has her self an all consuming twirl fest!

Ariel 3

My dear little Tazling turned 3 today. Where has the time gone?

She is obsessed with all things Ariel at the moment (as in The Little Mermaid), so we celebrated with an Ariel cake, Ariel doll, and when I asked her how old she is today, her reply naturally was, "Ariel three."

Little Pool of Melted

As I was tucking Taz into bed tonight I gave her a big hug and kiss and told her I loved her. And, for the first time unprompted, she wrapped her little arms around my neck gave me a big kiss and said, "I love you too mommy, so much."

And, I melted.

Sisters

Wondering what I've been up to lately? Just this:

Poor Thing

Last week my little Tazling caught a bug or ate something dodgy, whatever it was had her puking her little guts out. She woke up Tues morning and told me her tummy had an owie. She was acting rather listless and just lay on the couch. Then she looked at me and told me she needed to puke. Like the loving mother that I am, I told her that if she was going to puke she needed to do it in the toilet. And so off she went to the loo and proceeded to puke her little heart out. Here's the precious part of the story. As my little sweetness is hurling into the porcelain bowl, I hear this little voice go, "I'm okay mommy. I'm going to be just fine." Awwww.

And what does a fabulous mother like me do in a moment like that? Run to get my camera of course.

Taz-ism

We took the kids to the zoo today to celebrate the deliciousness of the weather. At one point we walked passed an artificial rock that had a speaker in it playing a little pop music. Taz stopped, her face lit up and she said, "Mom, hey its a dancing rock. Lets dance!" She proceeded to jiggy to the music for the next five minutes while the crowds streamed by.

It was a most classic Taz moment. Smile!

(P.S. I tried to get a picture, but she ran on as soon as I had managed to get the camera in hand. oh well.)

Bone Grafts, Absyss and Ear Infections

Just a little over a week ago, I had a bone graft in my mouth. I had lost a tooth years ago and had been putting off getting an implant for the longest time. Now that I finally got around to thinking it should be done, I was told that my bone had receded and they needed to build it up before they could do the implant. Yay! So I went in to the oral surgeon who sliced open my gums, drilled a whole bunch of holes in my jaw bone, filled them with bovine bone ( I know, this opens it up to a whole slew of cow jokes), and sewed the gum back up again. I can hear you thinking, "Ouch!" and you would be right. It would have been great if the ouch had ended there, but true to form (nothing ever goes easy for me) the site got infected and now my cheek is swollen and I have puss oozing into my mouth. Yummy! Its also brought a whole new dimension of pain with it. So its back to the surgeon to try and figure out what he wants to do with my swollen, infected, cow jaw.

Then to add to my misery, my dear little Taz got an ear infection. I took her to the doctor who prescribed some drops to help with the pain, but the dear- heart has been fighting me putting it in her ear. Then I noticed the blood coming out of her ear, and didn't freak too much about it (calm mother that I am), until she woke up around midnight last night screaming about the pain in her ear. So, off we go to the ER. I was having visions of her ear drum in tatters with swollen throbbing tissue all around it. Turns out, the blood was from the doc nicking her ear canal with his scope, and the pain was just the infection getting a bit worse (and the fact that the Tazling is a bit of a hypochondriac drama queen). She was an absolute gem at the hospital though, and had all the nurses oohing over how cute she is. She left the hospital with a lollipop, a toy bunny, a bottle of bubbles, a box of juice, her own hospital bracelet and a cup of ice chips. I left the hospital with a bag full of children's lortab (yay for sleep inducing pain killers) and a little girl clutching her new bunny with a smile on her face.

Now its lunch time and I'm still in my pj's.

Take Two

Last year we took Taz to the local farm/petting zoo. We were so excited for her to take her ride on the mini ponies, but she took one look at them and freaked out. This year, we had to explain to her that she needed to wait to take her turn, a concept she was not happy about. But, once on her "liddle horsey" she was all smiles this time (until her ride was over, but thats another story.)

A Little Late

Its a little late, but hey Happy Easter anyway! We had a grand weekend at my brother's house visiting the family. Taz and Maeve played till they dropped. They also had a little bit of a double tantrum over a Minnie Mouse dress and a pair of hot pink shoes. If you're going to tantrum, let it be over shoes I always say.


(We had a few steering issues, but other than that, the tractor was a complete hit - she's a speed demon.)



(Little Miss H just chilled the weekend away.)


(Easter egg hunt # 1 at Grandma Marsha's house - Darren's mom-in-law. It was a hit!)



(The tantrums only stopped after I headed out and bought Taz her own pair of pink shoes. Oi!)