Literally more awesomer than a Panda..

Hello to all my adoring fans...it's been a while...where to begin? I hope Christmas spirit is well and good in your nature and that you are on your way to a lovely Christmas Day.

Sorcha has made some comments and queries of interest as of late and I feel they deserve to be typed into blog land.

Every day at school, her class checks out the days weather on their smart board. ( a type of interactive white board that can be connected to the Internet.) Sorcha has noticed that the weather outside does not always match up or reflect the weather conditions on the weather network website. However, she does not believe this is the fault of the weather network folk. No she strongly believes this due to the fact that ( and I quote) "The weather has no appreciation for the weather network." So apparently the meteorologists are never wrong...it's the weather and it's shenanigans...

A few weeks ago I was heading out to the gym. Due to illness, it had been about 3 weeks since I had gone. On my way out the door I said "Gah, it's been so long since I've been! I'm going to die!" And Sorcha says "Not literally Mummy..." I don't know about you, but that word wasn't in my vocab when I was 6. I was surprised that she used it in a sentence and more impressed that she used it correctly as I've heard adults use the word horribly wrong! It was very amusing.

The other day while we were all getting ready for work and school and what not, Sorcha, who is a bit obsessed with the cartoon Grinch, says "You know what? There should be a movie called 'Santa kills the Grinch'. " Trying not to laugh, Sean and I suggested that perhaps the movie could be called "Santa catches the Grinch and throws him in jail" because Santa would never kill anyone. And Sorcha's responce was "No...the title is too long." I'm inclined to agree with her...

And wrapping up the tales I've been meaning to share with my fans is a new twist on an old classic Christmas song that a couple of Sorcha's friends at school made up. (It should go down in history...)

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Mousie
Had a very shiny toe
And if you ever saw it
He would be more awesomer than a Panda.


And on that note, I bid you all a fine farewell and wish you all the happiest and safest of Christmases...

'til we meet again,
Cin

Much Ado about Jammie Pants

So the other night, just as Sean and I were about to go to sleep I started thinking about my jammie pants. They are blue, very cosy and have snowmen on them. Happy snowmen, frolicking in the snow...imagine that...Anyway, I started thinking about how cozy my pants were and how it was kind of odd that my cosy pants had snowmen on them because when one thinks of cozy they don't usually think of snowmen...So I voiced this deep thought to Sean and he said that perhaps the pants were meant to mean that much like the snowmen, I am comfortable. The snowmen are comfy in the snow and I am comfy in my pants. However, I pointed out that snowmen are cold so really, cozy and cold don't always go together, at least not where jammie pants are concerened. And so Sean said that maybe they mean that if I was out in the snow with the snowmen and in my snowman jammie pants I would comfortable in the snow because of my cozy pants and therefore be content in the snow, like the snowmen. However, I had to then point out that although my pants are warm for jammie pants, they would not be warm enough for outside and romping with the snowmen. It almost came to fisty cuffs (or however that expression goes) and I think we agreed to disagree. I did say though, that if you had snowmen on a pair of snowpants, that you would be much like the snowmen on the pants; comfortable in the snow. And this would be a state where cold and cozy could come together.

Chew on that thought people, it's a thinker...

Until next time,

Surrender to Cin

Absolutely Speachless

It's odd, losing your voice...I've been talking like I'm up to 3 packs a day for 5 days now and there seems to be no end in sight. The only real cure for laryngitis is not talking which is difficult when you have to work and take care of your family. At work I just didn't talk if I didn't absolutely have to. Which, in the case of today where talking may have added fuel to an already negative fire , was probably a good thing. On the home front, my wee girl has a magna doodle which was my communication of choice for the evening. And luckily she can read. However, there were several games of Shirades at the dinner table which proved to be more humourours then informative.

But now, it's just me and my thoughts. My better half has gone to work for the evening and my wee girl is in bed. Not talking makes me sleepy, makes me relax which makes me think that maybe a lot of the time what I'm talking about is not worth saying outloud. If I didn't feel the need to vent all the time and say every little thought that came into my head, at home anyway, perhaps all of us would be a little more relaxed. My wee girl often feeds off my moods and if I'm in a yelly, tense place she is too. But since I wasn't talking tonight, she seemed to feed off my quietness and it was a generally pleasant evening all round. We even managed to get through bath time without ANY screaming despite her getting water all over her face. This is a record for sure!

So without sending myself into a shame spiral in regards to how my crappy moods and endless venting and my often micro managing mothering can sometimes make everyone around me miserable, I think I'll take a lesson from my forced speachless phase and think more before I talk and really examine if what I about to say is absolutely necessary for everyone to hear.

'Til next time,
Cin

Potty Humour

To quote Wanda from my favourite show Corner Gas, "Why not put it on your blog and have the whole world ignore it. " So I here I go, my second attempt at being a blogger.

Our little one is quite the artisit. At only 6 years old she can draw better then I could at 10. I think she takes after her father. Her father was working on some story boards the other day and she decided to join in the fun. Above is what she drew. Ah... the mind of a 6 year old lives in the bathroom...

'til next time,
Cin