Thursday, April 17, 2014

No One Told Me There Were Prizes.

While the Olympics were on, the kids were very interested, especially in the hockey. I've never been a hockey fan, but I ended up watching too. More hockey than I've ever watched in my life. I even got into it a little bit; it's hard not to when the teams you're rooting for are kicking ass all over the place.

So anyway. I have this friend down in Chicago (who is a hockey fan) who swore up and down that the US would win. We even made a friendly wager on the semi-final men's Canada vs. US game. The winner would get something representative of the loser's country.

I had already decided that I'd probably send her a toque and a painting of a moose, if it came to it. Maybe some syrup. However, painting a moose became unnecessary when Canada beat them and went on to scoop up the gold.*

Marianne was very mysterious about what she'd be sending me, so all I could do was wait.

Imagine my childrens' delight when they opened up the package and found these lovely little dolls, one for each of them! 

Beege loves that her doll came with a little book. She smoothed her hair, sat her in a corner, and propped the open book in her lap. She does not play with her doll, she just looks at her admiringly.

Kee, on the other hand, plays with her doll all the time. She calls her "Marianne", saying that the book is not about her, it is by her. Her Marianne can fly and has super strength, as well as a sidekick named Lily. And she writes books. Her doll no longer has smooth hair, and there is something gross stuck to her dress (possibly an old cheerio?), but she is much loved and has many adventures.

Now. My girls are very polite, and they (almost) immediately sat down to write thank you letters. They're good like that. I could have sworn I mailed them. Really.

I found the envelope this morning, on top of my dresser. Along with a cheque I thought I'd put in the bank. I obviously had a whole day happen entirely in my head. Now that I'm thinking about it, I'm a little worried about what else I might not have done...

Anyway. It's in the mail, Marianne.

*I'm not gloating, just stating facts.

Oh - btw, have you entered my Netflix giveaway yet? (Open to Canadians.)

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Six. Three. Five.

When Kee was a toddler, she used to crawl into my bed in the morning and snuggle in with me while she fell back to sleep. Generally for an hour or two.

Then came the "Mummy. Mummy. Mummy. Mummy. I'm hungry. Mummy." phase, where she started poking me immediately, and didn't let up until I got up to make her some food.

At some point, I decided that she was not going to starve if I didn't hop out of bed at 6 every morning to get her her cereal. She is perfectly capable of getting herself a snack out of the cupboard, or something out of the fridge. So I told her that Mummy will get up when the alarm clock goes.

That worked well for a little while. We were back in snuggle and fall asleep territory. It was nice there.

Now that she's learned to tell time, things are different yet again. She knows that the alarm goes off at 7:30. She will come in, shove me over so she can get in and dutifully report "Mummy, it's 6:32*", then snuggle in. Five minutes later, she sits up, looks at the clock, pokes me and says "Mummy, it's 6:37." Every five minutes, until the alarm goes off. So while I'm not actually asleep, I'm not actually awake either.

Just this morning, she added another little twist. She has become really interested in numbers. She started adding and subtracting, and was fascinated when I started telling her about grouping (multiplication and division), and she's fallen in love with fractions. So any time she sees numbers, she sets about dissecting and reorganising them.

So this morning, I got "Mummy. Mummy. It's 7 0 8. That means that you get to sleep for... okay. Wait. So 8 plus 2 is 10. That means that if I count by 10s, you get 20 more minutes. Plus 2 from the 0 8 part. So 22 minutes! Oh, wait. Now it's 7 0 9. That means..." Right up til 7:30.

It's really hard to sleep through.

I'm starting to think that it would be better to just get up at 6:35* and get the kid her breakfast.

Or train her to ask Daddy.

*or whatever. 

Oh, hey! Have you entered my Netflix prize pack draw yet?

Monday, April 14, 2014

Netflix Giveaway!

As you know, I'm an avid Netflix watcher. I love hopping on there and finding an interesting little gem that I've never heard of, or catching up on all the movies I just didn't get around to seeing. And of course, there's all the original content that you can't find anywhere else.

Rudy Guana proves a worthy competitor for Turbo and his stunt team in
DreamWorks Animation's Turbo FAST only on Netflix.

One show in particular that the kids and I have been enjoying is Turbo FAST, which started airing new episodes on April 4th.

And now, if you weren't already, here's your chance to enjoy them too!

Enter below for your chance to win 6 months of free streaming from Netflix, as well as some swag and snacks. (Don't worry, it's still applicable if you're already a subscriber!) The winner will be selected by random draw and contacted by email. The winner will have 48 hours to respond before a new winner is drawn. This contest is only open to Canadians. 

Good luck!

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Tuesday, April 8, 2014

I'm Not Good With Change.

Anyone who knows me could tell you that. I am comfortable with the familiar. Conversely, I also get antsy when things are the same day after day after day. I know. I'm a complicated creature.

Anyway. After years of looking, we've finally found, offered on, and purchased, a house. That we're going to move to. In a whole different town. I won't be able to walk to the library with my eyes closed*. I can't tell you, down to the minute, how long it will take me to run out and get milk. I won't know which streets to avoid when I go for a walk because they get overly muddy when it rains.

But. I will have room to spread out a bit. My kids will have their first little bit of privacy. Husband will have somewhere to noodle around on his guitar that won't drive me insane. He'll finally be able to put up his Star Wars movie posters. We'll all fit in the kitchen at the same time. It's going to be good.

But. We'll be leaving Grandma. We'll be leaving the school the kids love with all the people they know.

But. We'll be moving to my parents and sister. They'll have new opportunities and make new friends. Our "adventure walks" will, at first, be an actual adventure.


And this is the loop that started running in my head around 2am as I lay with my eyes squeezed shut, desperately willing myself to just go the hell to sleep. For every positive, up popped a negative.

Anyway. In an effort to try and curb the anxiety and focus on something that actually needs doing, instead of all this needless worrying, I thought I'd get started packing. But even that seems overwhelming. We're not actually moving until June, so we can only pack things that we probably won't need until then. And if we won't need it for a few months, then do we really need it? Now I have to start culling and sorting. This is obviously not working.

I need something easier. I'm going to get started picking paint colours. Should be a total breeze, right?

Help me.

*Well, while reading, really... but it amounts to the same thing.

Thursday, April 3, 2014

The Fine Art of Distraction.

My husband and I went to six different places between us to try and get our hands on a copy of a Frozen DVD. Sold out. Everywhere. Some places more than once! What the heck? And of course, I had promised my kids that we would watch Frozen on Friday as a reward for getting ready for school on time for the whole week.

I am not above minor bribery.

But then... sold out. I am about to break a promise. Through no fault of my own, and I'm sure that they (Beege at least) will understand... but still.

Lucky for me, I have an ace up my sleeve that might keep me out of the doghouse.

Turbo and his friends are back as the Fast Action Stunt Team,
 living and racing in Starlite City - a sprawling miniature city
built for them by Tito.

Another movie that they really loved (and have seen six times now) was Turbo. While I might not want to watch the movie for a seventh time, I am willing to watch the cartoon based on it, and I'm pretty sure they'll love Turbo: Fast.

All our favourite characters are back, and the voices are even a fairly close match*. The story lines are cute, and I like the animation (which I can be picky about). And don't worry, there are still some jokes thrown in for the grownups.

They've already got the entire first season up, and will be releasing new episodes tomorrow.

That should keep them happy until I find a copy of Frozen. 

*Although, of course, there is no match for Ryan Reynolds.

** I was provided with advance screeners of Turbo: Fast for review purposes. All opinions are my own. **

Friday, March 28, 2014

Put A Bird On It.

The other day when we were walking home from school, Kee fell behind for a minute. When she ran to catch up, she was holding her hands in front of her, cupped around something.

"Can I keep it Mummy?"
"Keep what, sweetheart?"
"This bird!" she said, holding it up so that I could see it.
"Uhm. No."
"But I'll take care of it, I promise I will, I'll make it a nest, and feed it, and make sure that it has naps and everything!"
"Kee... it's filthy.. and you found it at the side of the road..."
"PLEEEEEEEEEEASE?!" she asked, her eyes filling with tears, lower lip trembling.
"please." she whispered hopefully.
"Oh geez. Fine. Sure." I said, throwing my hands up. 

She carried it home carefully, making sure that she was holding it gently and guarding it from the wind. When we got it home, she ran to her room right away to make a nest for it. She proudly showed me the little box filled with washcloths and surrounded with rocks. "So that it's like the outside."

She filled a bucket with warm soapy water and very gingerly cleaned the dirty thing. Then she spent the rest of the afternoon making sure that it was comfortable, feeding it, and trying to give it flying lessons which consisted of her throwing the thing in the air and yelling "Good job!" a lot.

The next day when she left for school, she left me with strict instructions about what I was supposed to do to care for the bird while she was gone. I put the stupid thing in it's "nest" and ignored it for the rest of the day.

Allow me to introduce you to the newest member of my family, Kee. (Yes, she named it after herself.)

You didn't think I let her keep an actual bird she found at the side of the road, did you?

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Smart Kid.

This afternoon, I was sitting reading a book when Kee bounded up and demanded a snuggle. Not in a minute, not when I finished my page, RIGHT NOW!

Me: [Grabbing her for her snuggle] Why do you need to snuggle right now?
Kee: Because I love you!
Me: You won't love me in 30 seconds when I'm done reading my page?
Kee: Of course I will! I'll love you forever and ever!
Me: Even when you're a big grown up lady like me?
Kee: Of course!
Me: Even when you have your own little kids?
Kee: [Very serious] I think I might not have any babies.
Me: Oh... no?
Kee: Nope. And it's only my decision if I want to have babies or not.
Me: Absolutely.
Kee: You decided to have me, didn't you?
Me: I sure did.
Kee: I think that was a very good decision.
Me: I think you're right.  

Then we had a tickle fight.