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Resolutions, and politics

I am not, as a rule, a maker of resolutions. I prefer to set the bar incredibly low for myself so that I can pat myself on the back when I exceed my (terribly low) expectations. This year though, I have resolved to blog at least twice a month (see? low).

For my first one, a story about Thomas and his obsession with Mayors and, specifically, the mayor of Toronto.

I can’t exactly remember how he even knew anything about mayors but a few weeks ago, we were listening to the radio and the story mentioned Parliament Hill. Thomas asked what that was and I explained that it was where the government meets to make decisions about things. Naturally, he then needed to know what the government was. Instead of being honest, I told him that they were the people trusted to make decisions about the country, to which he replied,

“Oh, so like a bunch of mayors?”
“Yeah, like a bunch of mayors!” I replied, pretty impressed at his thinking.
“So, like, Rob Ford and stuff?” he asked.
(insert massive sigh here)

How to explain the crack smoking, racist, lying, train wreck of a mayor, that is Rob Ford, to a (not quite) 4 year old?? Given that all CBC ever talked about for a good three weeks was Rob Ford and his shenanigans, it shouldnt come as a huge surprise that Thomas picked up on it, but MAN is this a tricky one to explain without a lot of questions. He is OBSESSED with Rob Ford. He mentions him at least twice a day. It doesn’t help that there’s a picture of him on the cover of our local paper that we see a hundred times a day. We’ve sort of summed it up that he’s not a very nice guy because he lies and is dishonest and that seemed to quell the tide of questioning for a while until, we hoped, he moved on to something easier like, say, the Middle East, or debt ceilings or something.

Around christmas, Thomas came into the kitchen with a guilty little look all over his face and said,

“Mum. I sneaked a look at number 21 on my advent. I put it back though.”

Given that I would never have known that he’d done it, I was pretty impressed that he told me and told him that it wasn’t good to have done it but that I was very happy he told me and that it showed he was growing up to be an honest person and that was very important and blah, blah, blah. His response…

“I know, cuz if I didn’t tell you, I would be EXACTLY like Rob Ford, right mum?”

“Weeeeellllllll, not exaaaaaaaactly, like him. But I don’t doubt that Rob Ford sneaks ahead on his advent calendar son.”

There. Politics. Taught to a three year old. Done.

An honest little face if ever I saw one. With his campaign manager at his side

An honest little face if ever I saw one. With his campaign manager at his side

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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:

Barely

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.

Situation

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.

Awfully

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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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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Adventures of Foxy

Have you seen The Fantastic Mr. Fox yet? You MUST! It is the best. I actually saw it when it first came out and I was nine months pregnant with Mr. T (Thomas, I mean) and Andrew and I went on this epic Christmas Day walk that ended up being 4 1/2 hours in total but had a nice little movie break in the middle. Anyway, I LOOOOVED the book and the movie, for once, did the book justice. Ever since, I have really wanted Thomas to have a little fox toy of some sort but I could never quite find what I was looking for so…… I made this guy….

The hipster fox, complete with an infinity cowl as they`re all the rage.

The hipster fox, complete with an infinity cowl as they`re all the rage.

I love this guy! I used a pattern for the head but then winged it for the rest of him because I was picturing a fox with long, spangly limbs. As I was making the long, skinny legs I was thinking about hipster guys with their skinny jeans but because I have no idea how to even begin crocheting skinny jeans, I decided to give this hipster guy an infinity cowl instead. Why a cowl you are undoubtedly asking your collective selves? Well, yesterday at Meinhardt`s (over priced fancy grocery store that sells DE-LISH-US macaroons) I was sort of blankly staring at the person in front of me, admiring their cowl and figuring out how I could make up a pattern for the same when the person turned and….ohhh, hello SIR, I like your man-cowl. So you`re wearing cowls now are you boys? Alrighty then, hipster fox with a cowl it shall be.

Of course, no hipster photo op would be complete without the requisite old-timey moustache pic……

I`m a crafty fox, seeee. And I got this stach, seeee. (read that in an old timey villain voice)

I`m a crafty fox, seeee. And I got this stach, seeee. (read that in an old timey villain voice)

And if the fox is going to do it…..

Mwaaaa haaaa haaaa!

Mwaaaa haaaa haaaa!

We then headed out for the day and, of course, we took foxy with us for some city adventures. (note: my apologies for the poor quality of many of my photos lately – I`ve been taking lots of pics with my iphone which just don`t look as nice when inserted here.) Every time I tried to get a pic of Thomas and Foxy, Thomas would turn Foxy to look at him so there were a lot of shots of Foxy`s tail in different parts of the city.

Dudes

Dudes

It was an exhausting, but fun, afternoon. Sullied only by a brief pit-stop at the doctor`s to find that I have strep throat, booooo. Nothing that a hot tea (and antibiotics) won`t cure.

Foxy had a latte. Skinny, obv.

Foxy had a latte. Skinny, obv.

Later, I made a mini-foxy to mail to a friend. I`ll post a tutorial for the little guy this weekend some time. Here are a few pics of Foxy and his little friend and of mini-fox, staring out at the rainy day and wishing he could have a city adventure like Foxy did. Sigh Some other time mini-fox.

 

Buddies!

Buddies!

I should have crocheted a tiny tear for his little cheek

I should have crocheted a tiny tear for his little cheek

 

 

 

 

 

 


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March Madness

Was March only 4 days long this year? It feels like it was. It was a total blur of final papers, final assignments and final exams that happened to coincide with the most amazing spring weather that Vancouver has seen in a good long while, making final papers, final assignments and final exams super hard to concentrate on. But………it`s done! School is over (*high five*)! No more homework, no more books, blah, blah, blah. I am now, officially able to tend to all your trauma needs. I might make myself a giant pin that says ASK ME ABOUT SEPSIS because I know more about it, down to what is happening to your every cell, than I ever planned on knowing. I was happy knowing all about hearts for my 4 years in cardiology but am looking forward to considering some other organs in the ER.

I did manage to sneak in a few sunny hours in the fresh air with the kidlet before my final exam. Here`s proof.

We started with a little side walk chalkin`which involved the creation of an elaborate, if utterly confusing, city for a tiny garbage truck to travel around, doing it`s thing…..

City Planner Numero Uno

City Planner Numero Uno

The first thing he drew was a coffee shop. Hmmm, where does he get the idea that everyone needs coffee before they start work?

The first thing he drew was a coffee shop. Hmmm, where does he get the idea that everyone needs coffee before they start work?

Now get to work!

Now get to work!

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My plans to “go all out” with Easter decorating began and ended with this……

Bun Bun. This was about all the creative energy I could muster.

Bun Bun. This was about all the creative energy I could muster.

This cool and stylishly leaning child was enamoured of Bun Bun though so my meagre efforts were worth it.

This cool and stylishly leaning child was enamoured of Bun Bun though so my meagre efforts were worth it.

Just before Easter weekend, my sister and my niece and nephew arrived from Arizona. Thomas hasn`t seen his Aunty Lizzie and his cousins since he was a teeny babe so, understandably, he was super excited and super curious about them. We sat, in giddy anticipation, watching the big screen that shows people coming out of the luggage area before they come out to the arrivals area. For an entire Air Canada flight from Hong Kong, he asked “Is THAT my cousins??!?!?!?!” about EVERY. SINGLE. PASSENGER. “No, Thomas, that is two little old women. Your cousins are two kids, with red hair.” He would promptly forget my description when the next passenger came through, and so it went. After a while he just started yelling “COUSINS!!!!!” randomly, until at last the right little red heads came running. Amazing! I love airports.

They brought some seriously nice sun with them from Arizona and while I holed up in a coffee shop studying, they all had a sweet day at the beach.

Ta-da!

Ta-da!

Cousin!

Cousin!

New buddies!

New buddies!

and the park…..

Concentrating hard on a giant hole that needed digging.

Concentrating hard on a giant hole that needed digging.

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Just swangin`

Just swangin`

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If the amount of fun they had in their first few days corresponds to the amount of sand they brought home in their collective shoes, then I would say they had a, literal, mountain of fun.

We made use of Thomas`s bunk beds while the fam was visiting which meant a lot of early mornings that started with a little head popping up over the foot of the top bunk……..

Mama? Mama? Mommy? Moooommmmmy? Mom? Mommy? Are you awake? Mama? Mommy? Mom?

Mom? Mom? Mom? Mom? Mom? Mom? Are you awake? Mom? Mom? Mom?

More of Cousin Week 2013 to come!


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Go fish

I am so in love with the Vancouver Aquarium on a rainy Vancouver morning. We actually went back in December but I have only now gone through the pictures to put a post together. As always, we had a great time and as always Thomas made up new names for every fish/animal we saw. I guess it is a toddler thing but every time I would say something like, “Oh look Thomas, that fish is called a Tang” he would look at me as though I had said “Oh look Thomas. That little fish is called a Giant Sea Elephant” and would correct me with his own taxonomy, saying things like “Mama! That is a BLERNER, NOT a TANG!” (emphasis Thomas). The next time we would come across the fish he would have named it something different so it was really difficult to keep track of my Blerners versus my Feenies, but I`ll learn, or he will.

We were able to agree that these were, in fact, Jellyfish (only because the kid next to us said Hey! Jellyfish! so Thomas followed suit)

We were able to agree that these were, in fact, Jellyfish (only because the kid next to us said Hey! Jellyfish! so Thomas followed suit)

Still jellyfish

Still jellyfish

NOT jellyfish mama. These are called Sorlers. Duh.

NOT jellyfish mama. These are called Sorlers. Duh.

Merner, the shrimp. That big gross thing behind Merner went unnamed.

Merner, the shrimp. That big gross thing behind Merner went unnamed.

Ahhhhhhh! Its Lorly the jellyfish!

Ahhhhhhh! It’s Lorly the octopus!

Kermit. This is where, on many trip to the Aquarium, we spend a great deal of time. It is back in a dark corner near the bathrooms and emergency exit, far from any of the gorgeous sea creatures that we have paid $25 to come and see.

Kermit. This is where, on many trips to the Aquarium, we spend a great deal of time. It is back in a dark corner near the bathrooms and emergency exit, far from any of the gorgeous sea creatures that we have paid $25 to come and see.

Feenie

Feenie

Soto. Friend of Feenie.

Soto. Friend of Feenie.

Blerner (acutal name, Tang)

Blerner (acutal name, Tang)

Pinky Yellowy. I can see where he was going with that one.

Pinky Yellowy. I can see where he was going with that one.

These last few pics are of our favourite little creatures in the whole place. They are so crazy cute that I want to bring a ziploc bag and scoop them up and take them home, which I imagine is frowned upon. We have both agreed that these ones are called Pokey Pokies!

Poky Pokie!

Poky Pokie!

Can you stand it?!?!?!? They could only possibly be cuter if they were wearing little hats.

He just graduated. From a tiny little fish/worm university. With a masters in Ridiculous Cuteness

He just graduated. From a tiny little fish/worm university. With a masters in Ridiculous Cuteness

xo