Getting Ready for My Par-TAY!

SO as most of you know, in fact over 156 of you know, my 30th Birthday Party is in full swing. Complete with a St. Patrick's Day Theme, since it's ON St.Paddy's Day! Well, not my birthday, it's on the 21st. The Par-TAY is on the 17th!

With 156 confirmed, this should be a Shin-Dig to remember. I just can't believe that there are this many people who are around, and that I KNOW, who have the time, to come to my party. I've always hated my birthday because it always fell on March Break. I'd have 4 out of 15 come to my party and let's just say....they sucked! Or when I was little, we were busy out of town at my brother's hockey tournaments, I'd have a cake and I wouldn't even know who the hell the people were singing to me.

There is a ton of things to do still. Most of which, is now out of my hands, and into the lap of my sister-in-law Suzie and my husbands. AND any of the volunteers, which, GOD help them, will have to work for Mark. Not with. But for. You all know what I'm saying...words of advice: Nod and smile and when he's not looking change it back! Bite your tongue till it bleeds and try not to smack'm! Good Luck!

I can't sleep at night! Last night, Mark and I were going over the speech I'm going to give. We even laughed at our own jokes! How pathetic! Don't worry, it'll be short and sweet. :)

Today, Tegan and I drove to Buffalo and picked Suzie up, and headed to the mall. I'm still not happy with my Birthday Outfit. It's the green shirt I bought. It's just throwing everything off. But it's so cute! And very VAVOOM, but I'm just not sure how to make it work... You see, with the hall only supposedly holding 120 people and 156 are confirmed, it's going to be tight. AND HOT. So all the nice long sleeved shirts I see, I can't choose. So I need a tee. I have an old zit problem on my upper back, and can't wear a tank top either. (Shh...don't tell anyone!) Unless it's super high. I don't even want to wear my hair up in case someone should get a good look and gag. Looks like scars...or a fire that someone put out with a pitch fork!
Guess you'll have to wait and see what I show up in...any bets on the green shirt??

Suzie got only a few hours of Tegan time today. We're practicing for Florida in another week. Busy trying to plan that too. Poor Suzie. She did good today, but she's going to have to pack the Tylenol ASAP! The repetitive children's songs, the loud screams for no reason, the patience of putting her shoes and socks on 4 times a day, and telling her "no" for movies and candy all day long. But every now and then she gives you something to erase all that with...an "I Love You", a kiss on the face, and a squeeze that'll decapitate you! Not much of a cuddler, but she means business when she DOES. Kindive...like Me!

We also had a 4 piece band from Toronto on order...on Friday we upped the anty. It's a 5 piece band! Which means, we now have the Saxophone player! We're SO pumped! I still can't believe this band actually said yes to playing in Bracebridge! I'm one lucky girl.

Apparently Suzie has some secret surprises for me too. I'm sure they will be very thoughtful and time consuming things. And Suzie: If your reading this...and the surprises are not what I think...for Heaven's Sake, I would NOT be upset! Let's face it...you are the most thoughtful person...most organized...most environmentally friendly...and gadget savvy, I've ever met! And that's not all you are, but I could be here all day describing how clever, and beautiful you are to all of cyber space!

So that's it. I'm going to sign off and try and read a book and let my mind relax. But it's so hard...tomorrow I'm going to get my hair done, then I wanted to get a tan, I need to go to Party Packagers, Costco and maybe hit another mall for the perfect pair of pants, to go with my perfect new pair of brown pointy toe boots, that have the scent of new, unworn leather! Sniff...Ahhhhhh! Moo!

Did I tell you it's Mark's birthday on Thursday?? 43. Yeah, so I have to bake a cake, wrap his gift, (which is a Buffalo Sabre Score Board electronic clock, including time, date and temperature gauge.) Suzie is coming up to celebrate and I need to make them a nice dinner, oh, and get him a card!

Whew. Did I tell you we were making Jello Shooters?? Friday or Saturday...and where?
Oy. And I'm not even Jewish!

AND THE DOGS!! WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH THE DOGS!!!!

What a friggin' night...

Well, Monday night I got a call from my friend Kendra. She's my friend from Port Carling who has a little guy 4 months younger than Tegan. His name is Carson.

She calls me Monday, and tells me that Carson was up being sick last night as well as diarrhea and his other wee friend Georgia, has it too. So more than likely Tegan will get it as well, but let's hope not. And this is because we spent the weekend up there helping my brother move. Ken & Kendra's house is home away from home!

The kids played as well as 2 toddlers do. They fought over all the toys. Pushed and hit each other, yelled "mine!" at every given chance. Tegan scowled at him regularly, he yanked back his favorite toys and won the tug-o-war...even his Mommy was to be protected... "MINE!" It wasn't long ago that Tegan was doing a lot of that stuff, and still is. But she's more of a tattle-tailer now.
As we were leaving though, Tegan had her coat on and was waiting for me. The two of them embraced each other and gave a nice farewell hug. Said their "Goodbye's" and both waved at each other through the car and house window. Couldn't ask for anything more....but a flu virus!

So as I was saying...what a friggin night!

Tegan became restless around 12:30a.m. last night. I went and checked on her...possible signs of being sick right? Nothing. I go back to bed and a 1/2 hour later, more whimpering and crying...go in, she said her pillow was wet. So I flipped it over. Told her to go back to sleep, down she went.

Then an hour later, after some whimpering, a full fledged freak out cry came! Mark ran in first, then I groggily came in second. He already had her in the bathroom stripping off her clothes. I checked the bedroom scene. Yuck. I'm thinking, "what did we eat that was orange?" And not until I came back from the laundry room did I remember it was the Tomato Soup....y'know, the one I burned! Guess my cooking's the pits after all if it's makes you heave in your sleep!

The crying was insanely hysterical. And not in a funny way. Trying to calm her down was like trying to throw a bucket of water on a house fire! We put her back in her bed. I crawled in with her. I rubbed her back with my hand and my fingers through her hair, enough so that it tickled and felt nice. Like I wish someone, specifically Mark, or Matthew McCaunahey would do to me.

I got up, and she never moved. I suppose she fell back asleep. Then an hour after that...not even, more insane cries for help. Again, Mark cleaned her up, I changed the bedding. Mark's got the laundry machine on, and I'm rocking her to sleep. Back into her bed she goes...whimpering and complaining of a sore tummy.

After constant cries for "Mommy, " I went and grabbed her. We went to the spare room and laid together. More heaves, but only mucus now. More cries and sobs and exhaustion on both our parts. Even Lucy was rolling her eyes with every quick dash we made to the bathroom. No sleep for any of us. Except for Cassie...that's where hearing loss is fantastic!

I put her back in her bed at 6a.m and I mozied on back to my room. Within 5 minutes she woke up and cried out again. Holy Crap!

Back in the spare room we go, she fell back asleep. I woke up to her sitting there looking at me. Laying her head on my shoulder. Rubbing my cheek with her soft warm hands. Telling me quietly that her tummy was still sore. She couldn't sleep anymore (it was 8 a.m) but her body was tired. It sounds sick to say, but I love it when she's sick. So cuddly and calm. Not the loud, demanding, back arching, body goes loose when you pick her up 'cause she doesn't want to be, kind of girl I'm used to!

The best thing that came out of it all, is that after I had decided yesterday to throw her Potty Training out the window. Because she's freaking out and carrying on in the bathroom. She actually asked to go this morning! As I put her on and went to get a fresh diaper, I came back to the sound of Niagara Falls! Good Girl!! She barely smiled, but she went to find Daddy and tell him anyway.

Later this morning she looked as though she had to go poop but told me "no", that she didn't have to go. So I didn't push her. I went into the office and she came in a minute later with this scared look on her face. I gently took her and she got up there. Bingo Bango! Amazing! She was so proud of herself! No crying, just a worried expression on her face! And I'm wondering, if it's going to be diarrhea!! Lucky for me. It was A-Okay. I think she may be onto something here! I wonder if she really can put 2 and 2 together...I feel this...I do this...

Although she didn't go the rest of the day Potty. Her diaper wasn't very wet either. With nothing to eat or much to drink. What can one expect?

She went to bed tonight at 7. She whined since about 4 o'clock on. Constant whining. By 5 o'clock I thought I was going to ram my head through a wall. Mark said, "you're so impatient with her, what's your problem?"
Oh I don't know...about 16 hours of it! If there were cigarettes in the house, I might have lit one! Instead I had a drink! Chug-a-lug! Wait a minute...a toast!

"To Birth Control!"

Not Really...

As I was reading my friend Alissa's blog, almost a month ago, about how her Emma was saying "Actually" a lot and in the right terminology, so now is my Tegan.

Except...she doesn't say "actually", she says "not really."

Mostly in the right context, but sometimes not. Here's different examples:
Tonight in the bath...
C: Is the water too hot?
T: Not really.

Tonight at dinner...
T: This soup yucky. Plah.
C: Whats wrong with it? (actually I burned it!) You don't like it?
T: Not really...

Tonight coming home from school...
C: Brrr...it's cold out today!
T: Not really...

I don't know where she gets it from. Maybe Mark. Maybe school. But I like it! Even after a hundred times of hearing it....not really! :)