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Like crazy father, like crazy son

I know, right? It`s like I don`t even have a blog. Would you believe that nothing at all has happened since I last posted? No? Would you believe that, like an eighty year old woman, I`m in bed most nights by 8:30pm if I`m not at work? You should definatlely believe that because that, my friends, is the truth. If I`m up past 9pm it`s only because I am actually holding my own eyes open long enough to make it through another episode of Breaking Bad. It`s ridiculous, we are only on season 3 and I was forced to avoid social media for days after the finale so I wouldn`t find out the ending (which I still don`t know so don`t even TRY to spill the beans in the comment section. DON`T EVEN TRY).

This has been a crazy busy summer and I am going through a billion pictures to put together some posts but, in doing so, I came across a little something……… You know how Thomas`go-to move in pictures is the thumbs up? Guess where that came from……..

I was trying for a nice scenic shot of the farm we were staying on. He looks like he`s photoshopped in.

I was trying for a nice scenic shot of the farm we were staying on. He looks like he`s photoshopped in.

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Look at Thomas`feeble little thumb. Simply no match for old double thumbs behind him.

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Let`s just both do it son

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Beach thumbs

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Cafe thumbs

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Museum of Natural History thumbs

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Kids play area thumbs. Notice how Thomas didn`t even bother in this one

I didn`t even know he was anywhere near us.

I didn`t even know he was anywhere near us.

He comes by it honestly.

More soon!


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(Not Responding)……….

Oh my word. How long has it been? It`s been ages. AGES. My lack of posting has not been due to a lack of things to write about or pictures to show, it has been the result of an epic battle with my ailing computer. If I never see the phrase (not responding) one more time, it will be too soon. Oh, I`ve tried posting, believe me, I`ve tried. I try to upload photos from my good camera, and 45 minutes later, maybe 1 of 20 photos has actually made it onto the computer, then it freezes, then it shuts down on its own and then it laughs maniacally at me, I swear it does.

This morning it has decided to play nice so I have managed to get some pictures uploaded from my iphone.

We`ve been loving the exceptionally sunny days here in VanCity and have spent countless hours at the beach and outside pools. T has been doing a lot of al fresco beach play, stating “I like the feeling of the sand on my bum.” Not the air on his bum, the sand. It seems like every couple of days he picks up a new word that he has to try out until he gets it right – a few of my faves:


Thomas (looking wistfully out the car window): When we were in Ontario, Hank barely even said a word to me.*

*note, Hank is our friends`pre-verbal baby. I pointed out that Hank didn`t know how to talk yet, so not to take it personally, but he was barely listening.


Many, many sentences of late have begun with Guys, this is the situation……… The “situation” often involves needing some sort of rare treat (ice cream, a new toy, a kinder surprise egg, etc) but I think that he feels that by turning it into a “situation” there is more gravity to the request. It rarely works, unless I want ice cream too and then the situation is that we head to Granville Island for gelato.


This one is taking some work because he uses it in place of actually and also. I am awfully a Transformer Rescue Bot, not a little kid mom. I would awfully like to have some ice cream with these vegetables. (Thomas, I am awfully sorry, but those vegetables will have to be eaten first).

There have been many more, but before this computer turns on me, I will get this posted…………….

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Birds of a feather

Its been hot here. Not crazy hot like my eastward friends and family are being slaughtered with, but hot. Hot enough that sleeping at night requires a fan, set on high, blowing directly on me all night. As a result of the hot, dry air blowing into my face all night, I wake up every morning with a gross, dry, itchy throat. While complaining about my sore throat yesterday morning, Thomas asked why it was sore so I spent a bit of time explaining my dry- air- in-the-face theory. His reply, “I think your throat is sore because of all the talking you do ALL the time EVERY day.” Taken aback, I squealed “Heyyyyy, you rascal!” to which he replied, “I`m not a rascal, I`m a doctor.”


Later, we made birdhouses. One of us wore only underwear so as not to get “all painty”.
Painting in knickers

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a new home

I hope this doesn`t encourage birds to fly in through that open window.


stay cool.


Kinder surprise indeed!

Sometimes (always) as a treat for enduring the tedium that is grocery shopping, we buy Thomas a Kinder Surprise Egg. The other day, as we sat outside the store and opened the egg, eagerly anticipating what cheap plastic exciting toy we would find inside, Thomas sighed and said

“Oh mum, I REALLY hope it’s not a cigarette.”

He is obsessed, OBSESSED, with smoking and cigarettes lately. I don`t mean he`s actually smoking or handling cigarettes, and we don`t smoke, but when he sees someone on the street smoking he will walk right up to them and point directly in their faces and say “This man/lady is smoking a cigarette! Will they have to go to the hospital?” I usually try to avert his attention and then we`ll talk about it later, the downfalls of smoking I mean. Sometimes though, like when the person is smoking at the park while pushing their baby on a swing, I throw my social etiquette and attempts at being polite to the wind and say “Yes. One day they will. And so will their kid if they continue to smoke directly in their face.”

Anyway, it WASN`T a cigarette in his Kinder Egg, it was a little switchblade.

Here are some entirely unrelated pics of T and his little buddy Luke. They are sharing a bagel and Luke appears to be regaling Thomas with some sort of story that seems to at once be embarrassing and delighting Thomas.

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This, to me, looks like one of those moments when you are trying to tell your friend something super funny, but you`re laughing too hard to tell them and, in turn, they are laughing at you laughing. Or their both choking on their bagels.

This, to me, looks like one of those moments when you are trying to tell your friend something super funny, but you`re laughing too hard to tell them and, in turn, they are laughing at you laughing. Or they`re both choking on their bagels.

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All work and no play

Oh man! It`s been ages! Blech! May, and now June, have literally just been a blur to me. I`ve got the new job blues and it has seriously stunted my creativity and zapped just about every ounce of energy I have to do anything other than WORK, MAKE A MEAL, EAT A MEAL, TRY NOT TO BE A MISERABLE MOTHER, SLEEP and REPEAT.

Moving from the comfort of the amazing cardiology unit where I really learned to be a nurse, to the chaos and at times (many, many, many times) complete frustration that is the Emergency Room, has been waaaaaaaayyyyyyyy more difficult than I`d anticipated. While I try to keep in mind that it is the state of the health care system as a whole that allows these things to happen, it is increasingly difficult,  to not say aloud “I`m sorry sir, I`m having a hard time understanding the actual EMERGENCY that brought you into the EMERGENCY room, where we are meant to be dealing with EMERGENCIES. While I`m sure it stung a little to have cut your thumb while opening a can of tuna, a 911 call and an ambulance ride to the ER where I will give you a band-aid and a tetanus shot, maaayyyy be a little bit of overkill, no?” I mean, I get it, there are not enough family doctors, wait times to see the few that there are can be ridiculously long, blah, blah, blah. I can`t even begin to talk about the state of mental health care without feeling a giant knot form in my stomach. UGH.

Anyway, as I walk home and try to shed my anxiety headache and stomach ache after each shift, I remind myself that my job is not my life and that my family and friends are the only thing that matters and usually, by the time I get home I feel a little better. Except for the day that I walked all the way home fretting about my shift, only to get home and remember that I had driven to work that day. Bah!

But, it’s not all work around here, and here are some pics from the last few weeks to prove it (if you click on the image I`ve included captions about just what you`re looking at)

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Are you thinking what I’m thinking

Friday night, as I lay beside Thomas after bedtime stories and songs, taking in a few quiet moments before he fell asleep (or should have been falling asleep, rather) and thinking about how excited i was to just fall into my own bed after a long shift, I hear a little voice pipe up to say…..

“Hey mum? Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“I doubt that very much, but what are you thinking?”

“Couple more songs n stuff?”

I caved, only because he’s never used “are you thinking what I’m thinking” before and it charmed me. Later, I was telling the story to Andrew who said that Thomas had been asking him that all day.

FYI, we never seem to be thinking what he’s thinking.


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I will premise this with saying that we have a spacious closet. For a three year old, I would go far as to say its palatial So, in an attempt to get a cranky toddler to nap, in a dark room, free of the distractions of all the toys in his room, we have been making “nests” in our bedroom closet. Sometimes, it works and I actually have to wake him up so that he doesn’t overdo it, other days, this happens……

First, his blanket started sneaking out the door….

Followed by a head…..

Almost there…….

Free at last!!!