Sorry for the Silent Treatment!

Hello fans! Can I call you that??

Well, it's been 10 days since my last blog because we've been very preoccupied.

It's a Good News, Bad News story...

As of yesterday, I would have been 10 weeks pregnant. Initially finding out just before Halloween. I took a pregnancy test, well...3 actually, all positive AFTER I had that dreadful hair do, where my hair "magically" turned black. Irony, or Old Wives Tale?? Hmm...

Anyway, Mark and I were very excited about it and infact, we did tell Tegan, which I guess we won't do next time...but she would touch my belly and say "baby..sleeping."

Anyway, I went in for my routine visit with the Dr. and had the pap done. He said I would spot for a few days but nothing more. And so I did as he said. That was a Fri/Sat/Sun. Then Monday it all disappeared, but by Wednesday night after church it re-appeared. Same stuff, nothing major, "old blood".

This went on till over the weekend, and I called the Dr. and went in on the Tuesday. He had me in right away for an ultrasound the next day and assured me all that it was probably something minor like Placenta Previa or a blood clot or something.

I got his call Thursday morning that there was a possibility that it WAS a Partial Molar Pregnancy. That the baby was smaller than it should be, and they thought they saw some scar tissue in the uterus. Of course he told me I'd worry, but not to worry, that we'll get in touch with my OB and get answers right away. Except, she didn't respond to their endless calls, faxes...nothing.

Now after researching all day/night Thursday and sending myself into internet oblivion and scaring the wits out of myself. I researched that a P.Molar Pregancy is better than a plain Molar, but that this Molar tissue can be stubborn and even after a D&C, remain and continue to grow in the uterus, hence needing the use of chemo pills to kill it. And also waiting a year to try to get pregnant again...

Since my mother died of Ovarian Cancer, you can't help but think the worst and try to hide it from your family. No one (except a few of you, and you know who you are!) knew about the pregnancy. However, now it was time to tell our parents about the bad news and for them to pray for us. It's kindive like this: If you try to break 1 pencil with both hands, it'll break. But if you hold 10 pencils in your hand, they won't break. Too strong. Sometimes, the more really is better!

In a time of just starting my Christian Faith in the last year, this is when you are happy you've invested in it. Thursday night, I went to bed and prayed. Aloud. Prayed to the Lord that he lift these worries I have and decide what to do. Help me get better and be strong. And of course, Say Hi to Mom for me!

I must say that Friday, I woke up and said nothing. I didn't think of it all day. I didn't talk about it. Nothing. It was a good feeling. Truly, there's nothing you can do about it anyway. You can stay in bed, or stand on your head, but if it's not meant to be, it's just not.

The more I talked to friends that had had miscarriages, especially a D&C, which is where they clean out your uterus of the fetal material...yuck. Or a "dusting and cleaning" which is a nicer term, I was kindive looking forward to it. A fresh start. So hopefully, next time, I won't have any hesitations of anything left behind etc.

Okay, so Friday came and went. No apts with my OB. Have to go the whole weekend now not knowing a damn thing. Still in the dark. In the meantime, I feel pregnant. Feel fine.

Monday comes. By 10:30a.m, I've called the Dr. and they said they've given up on my OB (who delivered Tegan BTW), and they asked if I minded being sent to someone in Burlington who would take me right away. NO PROBLEM. I'll take what I can get. Just put my mind at ease, one way or the other.

Atleast, I've also had some time to think about the miscarriage and be able to come to term with it. Some women, they hear a heartbeat at 10 weeks, everything's fine and come 12 or 14, they'd lost it weeks before and never knew. Atleast I had warning.

Did I tell you we heard a heartbeat the Wed before? Yeah, but I thought it was my own. Gon Gon.....Gon Gon...very slow. It should have been a horse galloping in Texas. Or my heart standing next to Matthew McConauhey...b'ding b'ding b'ding!!

Anyway, my Dr. calls me back with minutes to say I had an apt THAT afternoon (MONDAY..are you following me so far...that was THIS Monday.) Mark and I went and we had a consultation. He reviewed what was faxed and ruled out right away the Molar. Good News. But that I was looking like I was on my way out to a miscarriage. Bad News. The heartbeat was only 90 bpm and it should be between 120 and 160.

We left there with an apt for Wednesday, yesterday, for another ultrasound. To see if anything grew, stayed the same or infact, died. This time I was able to see the screen, but I couldn't even see a fetus. That'll happen when your upside down! It was there, but there was no heartbeat. It had died.

Actually, I have to tie in another ironic story...as I left for the ultrasound apt, I drove to the end of my street, turned right and was on Morrison and I said outloud in the car, "Well Lord, it's do or die today, yay or nay." And just then a squirrel ran out in front of me and I hit it. I looked in the rear view and saw it. I felt the bump, but seeing it was worse. Then I said outloud "Well there's my sign. Thanks anyway."

I went upstairs, back to the OB's office and waited for the results. I didn't cry and I really was okay. Sure enough, he told me what I knew and was having me scheduled for a D&C for today, (Thursday). Coming home, I started to cry talking to Rosie. Some friends say just the right thing and it tips you over the edge. Hormones, whatever! What an idiot! Then I was done. Tegan just burst into my arms when I got home, and then your too busy to think about it again. Makes you happy for what you have!

Thursday:
I'm not allowed to eat or drink or even have a lozenge they said before my surgery after midnight last night. I was debating going to church because the smell of fresh coffee would be cast upon me like a spell not to mention the home made goodies they brought. And might I add, usually made of flour which is doubly sinful for me!!

But I went, it passed the morning and I got lots of support. Wouldn't have changed a thing about today. Not one.

Mark picked me up at home, and Tegan had "Retta" come over and watch her. Mark was telling me just how good his sandwhich was at lunch and instead he almost got a knuckle sandwich of my own! I was hungry!! He apologized!

I was having fun the whole time at the hospital. Being a cracker! When the nurse came to admit me, Mark had to stay behind and wait till she was done before he could join me and wait in yet "another room". So she said "his name is Mark right?" and I said yes, but call "Stud Muffin and see if he comes". So she did! He comes in with her, red as a cherry! We all laughed. And if we all know Mark, we know it would have gone right over his head like a 747! "Who me?? No, you've got the wrong guy. I'm not a stud!"

Then when it was time to go, Mark couldn't stop kissing me Goodbye. I don't know if he was afraid to leave me, that something would happen, or that he could go to Canadian Tire without me and buy Christmas lights without me bickering! (He really did go there while I was in surgery y'know!)

ANYWAY, so as she's wheeling me around, we pass this guy in a suit who's got a cart with hot chocolate, apple cider and an array of cookies. My mouth flew open in aghast! Mmm...I cried out "Can I have one?" and the nurse laughed and scolded the guy to hide that cart that it wasn't fair to the patients who hadn't eaten since yesterday!

My OB Dr. came to say Hi. First thing I asked was if he stopped for a cookie. He smiled and opened his left hand to reveal the chocolate chip cookie, that looked more like Big Mac meal to me. We laughed.

Next they wheeled me into the operating room. They work so fast in there. As they injected the sleeping aid, they said "Goodnight, have a nice sleep!" I said, "Matthew McConauhey, here I come!" I heard some chuckles and that was it.

I swear, I just fell asleep, and it was time to get up. I woke with them talking about Christmas shopping. I don't know what I said. Something like that I didn't see Matthew. They said "rarely do you fall into sleep that allows you to dream" Darn it anyway.

Apparently the whole proceedure took 8 to 10 minutes! I heard it was to be 20 to 30 minutes. Then I found out I was the last operation of the day....hmmm....no wonder it was so fast. Then I asked the nurse if he used a Shop Vac to do it! She smiled and assured me no.

I got a popsicle for my sore throat, but was pain free and its after 11p.m now as I'm writting this blog. Another lady named "Kim" was brought in beside me in Recovery. I overheard that she had a Gall Bladder operation. When she looked over at me happily eating my orange popsicle, I said, "Hi Kim!" She smiled and said Hello back, but was probably wondering who the hell I was!

Then I got to leave Recovery after an hour. Mark was reunited with me. He thought I was doing incredibly well and was happy too. He was disappointed that Canadian Tire was out of Christmas light bulb holders for the ground but got over it quickly! Then he was asking me if I wanted the new garage cabinets, to open to the left, or right or how. Another knuckle sandwich was about to surface, when I kindly reminded him that I was hungry and didn't give a damn about the cabinets right now...I mean sweetie pie.

All was well, when they tried to discharge me and found out that I was supposed to have some RH blood work done PRIOR to surgery. Oops! Someone dropped the ball. Luckily I was negative and was sent home after an hour and a half of waiting for the lab results. Sheesh!

We got take out on the way home and Tegan was becoming a handful for Loretta. Poor Loretta was having hot flashes and having to deal with a toddler! Way to go Retta!

So I'm off to bed. My ass feels like it's a pancake from sitting on it all day. Not to mention the chocolate chip cookies and Quality Street chocolates I had in bed watching my shows tonight. That'll be the "syrup" on top of them....you have to milk it a little!!

When I came out of the bedroom LOOKING for the chocolates, I got light headed and saw stars. I told Mark this, and turned on my heels with my box of chocolates in my hand and said "well, these will help ground me!"
He laughed!

In closing, I just wanted to thank everyone for thier support. Wisdom teeth apparently classes as surgery, but this was my first real surgery. And it went well. It gets me over the fear of Hospitals since my mother's long term stay. The smell, the beeps, the sound of oxygen masks...

I also want to thank the Lord for allowing me to come to Him for assurance and faith. For him to be the Rock. Weather I sit, lean or just "talk to" when you don't know which way to turn. My spiritual journey has just begun with You, and may it lead to a strong and fullfilling ministry with You. May my courage with this story reach out and comfort others or simply give them a chuckle they desperately needed. Or put things in perspective in their homes. Thank you Lord, for comforting me and supporting me in this difficult time.
In all these things I pray,
Amen

Don't forget to tip the waitress....I'm here all week!!
Connie:)

Santa Claus came to town!

We've been busy singing Christmas Songs and getting Tegan into the Christmas hype. She's starting to forget about Halloween, but has also acquired this philosophy that "candy" should be for breakfast, lunch and dinner, and snacks or for whenever you want to "wet your whistle."

That said, she would like chocolate for Christmas. Forget the toys, and forget movies. Just candy and chocolate!

Saturday morning, we had to be up Bright and Early. Which is hard for us Taylor's since Tegan gets up at 7:30 a.m, and we usually don't roll out of bed until 8. Get ready first, then have breakfast.

Today though, the parade started at 9!! Parking is a shambles apparently, according to Mark in Oakville. You'd think we were parking downtown Terranna (Toronto that is). So he thought it was a genius idea to call one of his superintendent's at Queen Mary and have a Visitor's spot reserved for us.

Being a cranky, crank pot before 11 a.m on a good day, I thought this was a stupid idea and vocaled it. To no avail. So we walked, and walked. I don't know why I was so ticked off, probably because I don't like the cold very much. And it was COLD! So it was a 2 minute walk. A nice brisk walk first thing in the morning.....bah Humbug!

Tegan was decked out in full winter paraphanalia. I was even going to wear my leggings, but thought how "redneck" and jeuvenille I would look. So I didn't. Instead I got tired of standing, (and we didn't bring a chair, we don't have a fold up type, nor would I have wanted to carry it 10 bloody blocks!) so I sat on a caroling magazine that was handed out by a party person in the parade. "Good!" I thought. "Something to sit on!" How desperate are we when we think a 16th inch thick, I mean thin piece of paper will keep the heat in on my ass? It's bad enough my ass bones don't puncture my skin when I sit, how on earth did I think it would keep me warm?? And it wasn't like it was soft! Hemorroids, Here I Come!


Tegan had fun. She was warm and the candy just kept-a-cummin! She soon realized that the slower you ate the candy, the slower you got another...so she sped that process right up! Chomp chomp chomp Done! NEXT!!

We went to the Oakville Place Mall today and we visited Santa there. Tegan played shy, and of course, did NOT want to go near him. But he came over to see her and she hid. Then he did the magic trick....gave her a candy cane! Her eyes lit up and she said Thank You. He asked for a hug and she was going to then changed her mind. So Santa hugged me and she melted into me to get away but couldn't.

We ran around the mall a couple times. Looking down at Santa from above. Calling his name. Listening to him jingle his bells for the other kids. Watching him and other children having the snap shots done in Holiday Spirit. She too was getting excited. You could tell. She even mimicks Santa's "HO HO HO".

As we drove home with our new Einstein Christmas CD compolation, Tegan sang and bounced her feet to the beat. Looking out the window.

I called Mark on his cell and told him about Advent that was happening at church. It will be on Sunday the 3rd at 5:30p.m. Potluck dinner, with a wreath craft, cost is $1.00 a person! And the story of Christmas for the kids in a candle lite Sanctuary. That'll knock Miss.CandyCane into next week, being in a Dark room that she'll say is "Scary" and "Dawk". Give her the real meaning of Christmas.

So he says,
M: I'll have to think about it, but I really don't want to go."
C: Why? It's a Family Event, and it would be nice for you to be there. Just come, eat and look pretty! And besides, Tegan will have bragging rights over her friends...she'll be able to say, "Yeah, well my Dad's stronger than your dad!" And, "atleast MY Dad showed up"
Long Pause...
M: Yeah, I guess I could go.

Is it easier to do it this way, or should I just figure 4 him? LOL! NO.
The Minister said, actually, Jesus said: in order to get others to listen or join with Christ, you need to do it gently and with respect... So no forcing.

Darn. I was looking for a little 4play... :( Something that might spark the O'l Boy back to life!! Ka thunk Ka thunk Ka thunk! We've got a heartbeat!

"She was A BUFFALO SoldJA"

"Yah yah yah, yah yah yah yah," Anyone singing that song now?? Bob Marley Mon!

I just finished my blog and went to check on Sleeping Beauty and another chuckle escaped me...what do you see wrong with this photo??

Here's a CLOSER look....

As you can see, she's removed her Buffalo Sabre's sock and put in on her hand. We don't normally have her wear mitts to bed, but either her hand was cold, or her left side of her brain is working overtime, or maybe she's just excited for tonight's game against Pittsburgh.

Let's Go Buffalo! One of these day's I'm going to make up a song for The Buffalo Sabre's using THIS song.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EmWwj9sTYWc

The Latest Father Daughter Talk...

As Tegan has done for the past year, is to join either Daddy or Mommy in the shower in the morning.

Sometimes she is left in there on her own while we towel off and get dressed etc. This morning was to BE, one of those mornings...

I'm getting dressed and Daddy and Tegan are in the shower. I over hear their conversation:

D: PEEENIS.
afer a 3 second pause....
T: HI!! (She says to it)

I was laughing my head off in the closet, then I hear...
D: Okay, okay, leave my Penis alone. Daddy's going to get out now.

I'm still laughing!!

He wants to know when you say GoodBye to these family showers...I say in another year. Whatta you say?? Either that, or I told him to wear his briefs in the shower. And when Tegan's a teenager, she'll have these wierd, distant memories of when Daddy used to wear underwear in the shower!
What's the difference? He wears them under his bathing suit! And I think that's wierd. :)

Emma's Par-dy

This past Sunday we were all invited to a children's birthday party for Tegan's friend Emma. This is the 2nd birthday party Tegan's ever been to. Carson's was first. And Barney was there!

Anyway, all day Tegan was saying "Emma's Pardy". I wrapped the gifts and said they were for Emma and Tegan agreed. No fighting or begging to keep the gifts, but that indeed it was appropriate that we give her something she'd love to have herself!

When we put her in her dress, by Jacadi, that her Bubbie bought her, she said "Cute!" Kept pressing her dress down with her hands and repeating to herself "Cute". So that was a hit too.

Tegan only got to nap on the way over to Yonge and the 401, so 20 minutes instead of 2 hours, but she was smiling and happy to go in, with her presents and looking cute n'all.

Lots of little girls to play with for Tegan. Lots of parents to talk for us. It's fun to see where they're at with their children. Who's having meltdowns, who's already doing what, who's basically been there - done that! Some good advice, some not so good advice.

Lot's of snacks and food. Good spread br Alissa. Also they had hired some Entertainment for Emma's party. Brento: I didn't get his CD, but he played guitar, brought some puppets, and made bubbles for all the wee girls to jump at.

At one point Tegan had some bubbles in her hair, and this stuff was gooey and really sticky. But she had 2 bubbles stuck to her spikes on her pig tails. She looked like Shrek, her favorite movie right now by the way. Too funny!

But by the end of the party, Tegan had pulled her pig tails out, looked like a very young Farrah Fawcet! And was ready for bed. However, it wasn't even dinner time.

We went home, ordered Chinese, since Mark was hungover from Dad, Rhonda, Brucie, Cathy & Clint being over and gone out to the Country Bar the night before. I was tired as all could be. Tegan was overtired and had a heck of a time falling asleep.

Tegan woke with a cold. And I understand the cold spread quickly at the party, and even the Birthday Girl is ill. (I read her blog!) Hopefully Tegan had a nap today at Daycare. Oh yeah, I still sent her. I know what your thinking, and simply, I don't care. Unless she's got a fever, diaherrea or being sick, she's going. It sets a good example for later! Say what you want: I'm rubber, your glue, whatever you say, bounces of me and sticks to you!

Remember These?

So I was down in the basement storage room, looking for a heater for Mark and came across my Mom's toy collection.

Back in the day, when I used to work, at McDonalds, (for nearly 5 years), my mother always asked me to bring home the latest collection of toys for her collection! She wanted to have some toys around, that if by chance, some kids would be over, she had something to offer them.

And indeed it worked. I brought out this ancient, hard plastic oxygen tank suitcase, that held her toys, and opened it up for Tegan to see.
Her little eyes went wide and was excited 'cause there were SO many. At first, she couldn't concentrate on which ones to play with. So I pulled them all out, dusted them off, and showed her how to play with them.



She had fun, naming them all. Putting the characters into each riding apparatus they came with, and switching them. It kept her very busy for a long time, but we try not to let her have it very often. Special occasions. Because, going to Grandma's would've been the same. You only got to play with it at her house.

I must say, it brought me full circle that Saturday, opening the case and playing alone with Tegan. I wished my mom had been there to see her face and to be able to play with her. And to laugh at her expressions. But I know she was there in spirit, probably sitting on the couch. One foot nestled underneath her, with a tea on the end table and dipping her chocolate chip cookies in it. Laughing that gutsy laugh of hers. But no cigarette lit, 'cause I wouldn't have that in our house! Sorry Ma!

Anyway, it brought me full circle to think that a long long time ago, (I'm almost 30! Give it to me!)....back to what I was saying....a long time ago, I was working for McDonalds, annoyed sometimes to have to stop what I was doing to go get my money and pay for a happy meal to get a toy for my mother. When in the long run, it ended up being for her grandchildren, my daughter. And if Clint should have some offspring down the road, I'll be happy to pass them along. Who would've thought that 15 years ago, I'd be playing with them again! But I couldn't figure out why I had to California Raison's. Anyone know?? Was there a movie they were in? Let me know if you remember!

The Rebuttle...

Okay, so I already told y'all about how it was my friend Alissa who is the one responsible for me writing each week,...or more for this blog business.

I checked out her blog just now, and guess who she wrote about??? Check it out and see what she say's. http://akidcalledemma.blogspot.com

I did call her and told her I used the same template, because quite frankly, the other ones sucked! I did try and go and create my own, when I had more time, but I can't seem to get back to that page! She said it was okay. Called me a few names and I think there was more under her breath! LOL! So sorry Mrs. Abray for being a copycat. But if you want to be Brittney Spears, not that's she's ever said she wanted to be or was. But from an icon point of view...you're my idol! Ha!

I've copied her gettiing 25 pregnancy tests for 5 bucks off e-bay....
I've copied her pecan crusted salmon dinner, drizzled with honey...
I've copied her sippy cup with the straw feature for Tegan...
I've copied her salad with pecan's and cranberry cinnamon goat cheese...only I can't do the dressing, 'cause you haven't shown me yet...

So that's it. I'm a copy cat. I even like her photographer idea, which I won't disclose 'cause then someone else will steal the idea. Oh and I forgot that, she's a phenomenal photographer and she's only an amateur, so she claims, but you'd never know it. So I check out her angles and focus' points and try to improve my shots. And it's okay, 'cause we're not neighbors. I hate that when the people next door are always trying to keep up with the Jones'!

And I think that's it. You're the city girl I've never had or even talked to for that matter! Heck, I'm just a country bumpkin living the dream! Ha!
I don't go downtown Toronto, maybe twice a year and it still makes me giddy that I'm Downtown Toronto! I've taken the subway once, which felt COOL! And I hate walking the streets.

I feel unsafe, or unfashionable (that's not hard), I don't own a Bug-a-boo stroller or have my kid done up like a Burberry model. We (Me and Tegan, cause she has no choice), dress for comfort and stains. I'm not getting the good stuff ruined with stains. Uh uh , no way. Or seeing the bums sleeping on cardboard. Breaks your heart. I want to yell at them to get off their ass and get a job. There are tons of them out there. Dishwashers, whatever. And NOT squeegying windows!! Just Do Something. Quite begging for money....so I look down and away and pretend I don't see them. And I'm not the only one...

Not very Christian of me, but I'm working on that...

Anyway, thanks Alissa for the blog entry, I'm touched! No matter if you were staking your territory or not. I still admire you!

Oh Henry's for Christmas please!

So we've been dilegently trying to give Tegan her share of her Halloween candy she hauled in a week ago. After dinner usually is when we ask her, "would you like some Candy or Chocolate from your HalloWEEN bin?"

Atleast we used to ask her that, and now after she's had 2 bites of dinner, declares, "WEEN....CHOC-lat." And we have to be sneaky and keep telling her "one more bite, then you can have a treat." And so most her dinner is disapperaring before the screaming starts. Nice set of lungs she has too...it's really a lovely pitch she hits too with the cathedral open concept area and all...

And since her words are becoming better, and we can now get 2 words together frequently, we tried...
M & D - Tegan say "Oh Henry"
T - Oh.....Henwy
M & D - Say "Oh Henry Please"
T - Peez Henwy.......Oh
Finally, trying not to laugh at how hard she was trying and you can't laugh AT her, so you smile really hard instead, we watch her eat her chocolate bar and she says
T - Oh...Henwy....Oh my.

Then because she is Mark's child, she says "han" for her hands to be cleaned, 'cause there's chocolate on'm. We tell her to lick her fingers, 'cause it's chocolate! But she won't. We can now give her her own napkin and she wipes her face and hands clean herself. We are getting closer to having less and less food items on the floor these days at meal time. Much to Lucy & Cassie's chagrin!

The THIRD Event was...

Murphy's Law, things happen in three's....
Cassie bit Tegan's hand. :(

I was in the laundry room, I'd just fed the dogs their dinner, and was keeping an eye on Tegan. Checking around the corner to make sure she wasn't near Cassie's bowl as Tegan likes to "watch" them eat dinner. Sometimes dabble in their bowl. Lucy doesn't mind, but Cassie gets madder than hell!

Cassie usually growls and gives warning, but not tonight. All I hear is a scream in pain and I dash around the corner to find Tegan holding her hand and Cassie looking guilt, and NOT eating. Tears were rolling down Tegan's eyes. Cassie got in BIG trouble and her food taken away, which was like 10 kibbles. Then I told Tegan how wrong it is to touch a dog's food bowl. That she too, shouldn't have done that. No bleeding or anything severe, but it certainly got her attention.

After a while, Cassie was "allowed" out of the mudroom and Tegan had no problem greeting her, like nothing had ever happened. So I guess the feelings are amicable.

Tomorrow is Saturday and we're off to Buffalo for a rivalry game...v.s Toronto Maple Laughs!! Let's Go Buff-a-lo!

It's Friday but feels like Monday!

So today started out like any other day. Me to wake with Tegan russling in her bed and her yelling out "Mommy" to come and get her. As you lay there deliberating when to go, as the "Mommy's" get more intense, you get up and zombie like out of the room.

After getting Tegan changed and dressed, we went back to find Daddy. Who today, thought it would be fun to hide under the sheets and have Tegan find him. And it was! Then off to the shower. As I'm getting ready, she's busy trying on shoes and a purse to go fittingly with her outfit. Clearly doesn't take after me, definately her father's side!

Today I thought it would be a great idea for her to help Daddy shave instead of going through my drawers/boxes and pulling out all my maxi pads and removing them from the sticker type wrapping. That's really the only fun part about them, for me too actually!

I placed Tegan on the counter beside her father, and she kept one hand on the hot water tap. He would tell her each time to turn it on and off for him to clean his razor. She loved it. She would feel his face and say "rough" then later, "soft."

In the meantime, Lucy's dying to go out and take a wizz. And because the damn dog doesn't listen, we have to try and take her out when no kids are walking by to go to school. Because she'll dart towards them and scare the poor souls!

This morning was a very cold and crisp day, even the grass was frozen. When she stepped onto the grass you could hear it breaking under her 40lbs. It didn't take Lucy long out there to realize it would be better inside, she turned and darted back toward me, toward the open door to warmth...when it happened! As she jumped the garden, she hit the icy walkway and fell flat on her face! Legs spread out behind/beside her. Poor thing.

So for 10 minutes at the door Tegan and I comforted her and used "puppy talk" to help ease the pain. (Really she was probably thinking "Shut Up, your giving me a headache!") And there it was...blood. She had cut her chin. Tegan said "boo boo" and her anguished face said she understood how Lucy felt. She kissed Lucy softly on the forehead to be of comfort to her too. Off we went to the bedroom to hoist her up on the counter top to assess the cut in bright light. With a little added Polysporin, she seemed okay. Just a hurt ego!

Now it was time for breakfast. All went as usual there, Daddy comes to say "Goodbye" a hundred times. Drives me NUTS! And finally goes to work.

Then we were off to the Oakville Library to make us of some time before lunch. Tegan acted like she'd never been there before. Well, we hadn't been since last spring. I guess that's awhile. But it was all new to her now! She was awestruck by the guinnea pig "Custard" there and laughed her head off when it cranked it's neck back to drink out of the bottle. It's tongue getting a pathetic amount of water!

And because we've been watching Shrek at home, she's infatuated with Dragon's. So she pulled me around to look at them and touch them throughout the library. She played well with the other kids, and we read 4 books. Mostly about Halloween and spiders!

We came home, and I start diddle dallying with the laundry I had started before we left. Mark thinks there's a laundry fairy in our house, but low and behold, it's really only me. "What did you do all day?" I hate it when he asks that! Anyway, I head downstairs to put some towels away, and I was coming right back up, and that's when I heard it....

Thud, flop, thud, then head on tile floor sound..splat. Tegan had fallen down the whole set of stairs!! She lifted her head and cried out, and I rushed her upstairs for the freezer and the peas.

She looked at the peas and said "Beans" and stopped crying. She rubbed her cheek and I offered her a drink and snacks which was the cure. She sat on her couch ate and drank and felt merry. So far no markings but we'll see what tomorrow brings...

Of course Daddy had to come home and assess his daughter himself. She was fine. Completely herself. Bouncing on the ottoman, pouring her toys out of their bins (we hate that), and arching her back and going limp when you try to pick her up...we hate that too!

But she's gone down for her nap, no problem. I say,
C: Now you have a full tummy and a dry bum. Now it's time to charge your batteries.
T: Baddy's.

And down she goes. On her face, bum in the air, arms tucked underneath. Looks comfy!

As we have all heard, things happen in 3's. So I'll let you know if anything else should happen...like Cassie, she could choke on her food. No wait. That happen's everynight! Or Mark, he could shoot Windex or Pledge in his eye by accident...quite possible. Or me, I could put my foot in my mouth, no wait, I already did that this week!
:)

Trick or Treat or "wick a weet"

So Halloween day was one of those days, that as soon as you open your eyes, you know it's a busy day. Why is that? You don't have to make dinner, hurry and get dressed to go out until 10 hours from now.

Tegan went to daycare, without a costume. I was thinking of putting her in her Buffalo Sabres jersey, black pants, red socks and black shoes, but decided the jersey may be too hot. They keep it very toasty in that daycare over there, I think so the germs can multiply by the hour! But the other kids had some sort of costume on and I felt bad, but she didn't seem to mind. I'll be sure, NOT to do that next year!

I came home to finish carving Mark's pumpkin that he was too tired to finish the night before. He's the best at scraping the inerds out of the pumpkin though. The Best! Then I had to find the candles to put in the pumpkins, finish decorating the front door with black spiders. Go buy more candy and some canned goods for the food drives.

Ultimately though, my day was consumed with making a wedding album for Marnie and Jason. The couple who had the Halloween Wedding on Saturday. Too cool and so fun. Or should I say funny!
So by the time I downloaded the photo's, edited and cropped them, designed them in the book. Created the look of the book, added scriptures and text, ordering extra photo's....I was done. Just in time to pick Tegan back up at 3:30p.m.

Tegan's teacher was a witch and they decorated their toddler room with fun Halloween stuff. All Tegan could say was "Ween" all day (for Halloween). The teacher (Heather) said they sang "Itsy Bitsy Spider" and she gave Tegan the spider (which she is facinated by) she used her hands and arms to "walk" the spider up and then she Threw the spider down and screamed at it, proceeded to step on it and declare DEAD! Clearly Mommy doesn't like spiders!

She scored some good candy, after eating chocolate cake and chips at school. Came home, we watched Rudolph (the original), and waited for Daddy to come home from up north. I made pancakes for dinner, and the trick or treater's started to come. It was 5:30p.m! Then I got hasty and felt we had to rush. Mark came home and the rushiness wore off on him too. I was trying to get a Motorcycle costume together for myself, and he was going as a Property Manager a.k.a himself! What a shocker eh? And Tegan was a lion. Very cute one too. See...

We left a bowl of candy outside with a note to help themselves and we were off. We went and visited our neighbors, then our friends. No family here to visit! Atleast none that close. We couldn't believe just how fast Tegan understood the game.
1. Walk up to the door
2. Knock on door
3. Smile, say "wick a weet"
4. Take what you want (2 to 3!!) place them carefully in the bag
5. Say "Tank"
6. Say "BuBye"
7. Get into Mommy's truck and do it again!

Her costume didn't hinder her at all. She loved it. In the car she would roar like a lion. Sometimes she got scared walking up the driveways. But she got a whole bag of goodies, and couldn't wait to get home to eat'm.
We let her have a sucker, which she didn't finish. She was too exhausted. But she kept saying "Ween". And we saw lots of "pumpkets".

Tegan laughed at my bosomy costume. Even pointed and laughed. That's how obvious it is! I got a lot of attention from the Daddy's in the neighborhoods. Especially Bubby's friend Marilyn and her husband! He's European and wanted us to stay and have schnapps!! I said "no, that I have to put the 'girls' to bed!"