I am writing today to thank everyone for reading this blog for the past 2 years. It has been so much fun writing. I am not done with writing but I am going to take a break from the blog for a while. I am finding it difficult to keep up with and am preoccupied with the Wee Ladies on a daily basis. As they grow, they are becoming very good at insisting the minutes are filled with all sorts of things throughout the day. There are no more naps. There is a lot of running around after them and then by the end of the day and I ready to pass out and it is not because I drank too much.

I will continue to write the Who's DDM each month and will also be catching up on some reviews. I will also be adding to those as well. So there will still be some activity, just not a regular blog.

I hope that this site has provided a few laughs and a few sighs of relief. This mom gig has made for a crazy existence and it is nice to know that there are other people going through the same things.

Thanks for all of your support. The site will remain open, just with inconsistent postings.

All's I'm sayin's all.

Auntie Lisa is getting married in June to a great guy. This past weekend was their co-ed shower that the bridesmaids hosted for them. The theme was Build-A-Bar. It worked out well. Mamacita was there and it was awesome to hang out with her and her Hubby.

Before the shower I had a chance to go with Auntie Lisa to get my bridesmaid dress at this bridal shop. And boy, did we see some good stuff. It was the cake toppers that caught my attention.

Playing with the Wee Ladies over March Break and blowing alphorns. That is what has been going on over here.

March Break was busy and fun. The Wee Ladies and I spent good quality time on the slopes and playing outside in the spring-like weather. We went to visit Uncle Paul and Aunt Nancy for a night and EvieG had a sleepover with her cousin. We stopped to have lunch with Nenny With Twins and Auntie Missy and all their kids.

It always seems like the perfect idea to take the lot of them away. There is always a scheduled plan. It was great and I am happy we went. It was a good change of scenery and we were thrilled to spend some time with family. But what was possibly going to be two nights was shortened to one.

They get all out of sorts, the Wee Ladies. To bed late, up early, busy, and in need of entertainment. It just wears me out. They were great but there was no way they could have handled more than one late night or else the rest of the break would have been a write-off. They were in high gear the whole time, as was I. It is always nice to get back to your own space because whenever you go away, you are always conscious of the potential spill, rip, break, smash, or fall. We were lucky that the only thing that went wrong was that I lost my watch. The Destroyer took it somewhere in the house and it cannot be found. Oh and also our Wee Westie kept peeing on their kitchen floor to mark his territory.

We returned home to finish the week off with some more spring skiing. It was great and Hubby got to come and watch the Wee Ladies head straight down. It was so warm that we didn't wear jackets or mittens.

This past weekend 13 of us gathered at a local restaurant to celebrate my birthday along with another friend. It was a night that proved I still have it in me. I can still party like I did when I was a teenager. I added to my beer passport and was in fine form. I finished the night by blowing the alphorn, having sanitized it first because we all know that moms cannot afford to get sick. I made up for any lost party time, that is for sure. And Nenny With Twins was there to witness it all. The debauchery was witnessed. And by Auntie Lisa too. It felt good to let loose. So good. And as I said to Nenny With Twins when she asked how I was feeling at the end of the night as I fell into bed in the hotel (yes, I crashed at the hotel with her while Hubby went on home to mind the Wee Ladies), I was AWESOME! Just like DJ Lance Rock says, only I was done with my dancing that night.

We have been having a lot of fun lately and I apologize for not updating more regularly. But here I am now and I share some of the craziness that has been the last while.

Here I am sanitizing the alphorn.

And here I am blowing the alphorn with all my might.

All's I'm sayin's all.

PS I wore my More Cowbell t-shirt which was perfectly appropriate for this place and also my high school party jeans. This past summer, a dear friend gave me the patched jeans of hers that I always wore to parties back in the day. They didn't fit last summer but they do now! I couldn't believe I fit into my high school party jeans. And so I wore them again with pride and added another party story to the already frayed patches.

We were at the Y and she bolted into through the automatic double doors, heading straight for the counter where she presents her card to the staff to be zapped. The Destroyer has entered the building. Spark Plug is often right in there with her and they taunt each other. They race around like Shriners in a local small town parade.

As we were leaving, I was preoccupied talking to another mom. All of a sudden I see The Destroyer take off with Spark Plug not far behind. Around the corner they went, exiting my line of vision. I excused myself and went to find them. They had already left the building and were standing out on the sidewalk beside the busy parking lot. A stern talking to followed as I tried to make clear that it is not safe to bolt.

The Destroyer's way of telling me she understands something is by looking me squarely in the eye, pointing her index finger at my nose and declaring, "No runeen in de gym." This is the rule at nursery school except I think she means no running in the classroom. Who ever heard of the no running in the gym rule? Isn't that going against what the gym is for? I just agreed with her. No running in the gym and no running from mom. Capiche?

And then it happened again today, although they did not make it as far as the parking lot. They just did a few circles around me in the change room and then let themselves out into the foyer area where they continued chasing each other like a dog chases its tail. All eyes were on the crazy girls without proper adult supervision. I called to them and again for the 80th time in a day told them to stay with me. The Destroyer looked at me and said, "No runeen in de gym!" And it is always with a very sly, mischievous smile.

I am forever ushering them places. And if I don't send them on their way, they are lagging behind me. Walking along the main drag in town it is usually me followed by what I call my three little ducklings. They are all meandering across the wide sidewalk in all directions with me in the lead. I keep telling them to stay with mom and don't pick up the cigarette butt or empty coffee cup.

So The Destroyer has no mid-range speed. She is either absurdly slow, or has gone from first to sixth in mere seconds and runs at speeds a cheetah would have a hard time keeping up with.

There is no middle ground with The Destroyer. And there will never be.

All's I'm sayin's all.

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This town is where her pediatrician is located but it is a town I know moderately well. I used to drive through all the time as a teenager and had a good friend who lived there. That friend and I used to make the same stop at a local produce store every time we went through town. And on Wednesday, I took the Wee Ladies to the same store to take a walk down memory lane.

This store had THE BEST chocolate chunk cookies. And also had the freshly squeezed orange juice. We used to buy the cookies by the container and inhale them all in one sitting. We had one container each, I think. They were chewy and chunky and homemade. They were amazing. Well, I guess they were because I still have a craving for them almost 20 years later.

I wanted the Wee Ladies to share these delectable treats with me. So after the appointment, we made the stop.

What I didn't really think about was that, as I mentioned, my last visit was almost 20 years ago. This obviously meant nothing to me. And the guy behind the bakery counter was very cordial as he tried to contain his laughter. In my face.

I took the Wee Ladies straight to the baked goods section. I searched for the same containers from 2 decades ago. To no avail, I went to the counter and quickly scanned behind the glass. And there they were. Big chocolate chunk cookies. The chunks looked kind of small from what I remembered but they still looked yummy. The guy came over and asked me what I would like. I went into this long speech about how when the last time I was there, I ordered these same cookies and that they are so good and did he know if the recipe was still the same as 1992?

Blank.

Crap. He was probably just a speck in his mommy's ovary at that time.

He politely replied with, "I'm not sure. I wasn't here then."

Of course you weren't. Jeez.

I asked for a half dozen and he went back into the kitchen and started bagging them. Fresh out of the oven. I was standing there beaming and doing jumpy claps. He must have thought that I was the strangest old mom ever.

And then I asked him to direct me towards the freshly squeezed orange juice and asked if in fact the store still carried that because Zehrs got rid of it in about 2001. He for sure thought I was the weirdest mom ever.

I left a happy mom. And I had happy Wee Ladies as the three of us (EvieG was at school) sat in the van and devoured half of the half dozen.

It was just like I remembered and even though I completely dated myself, it was worth every chocolaty, chunky second. Washed down with pulpy orange juice.

All's I'm sayin's all.

PS Sorry there were no posts this week until now.

Early Monday morning, I was sleeping soundly after a whirlwind trip to Toronto over the weekend. I was suddenly startled out of my sleep at 2 am by Hubby who was in the fetal position on the bathroom floor, moaning like an injured animal. I asked him to describe his injury (I have clearly done a CPR refresher course). I quickly assessed his situation and listened as he described to me what was happening in between his gasping breaths.

Did I need to call 911? For $5o0, I think not.

I got the Wee Ladies up and dressed. We piled them into the van. Hubby searched for and found his health card. I got him some water and we left for the Emergency department.

Hubby has had some gallbladder issues in the past. We feared that this was another attack even though I couldn't for the life of me figure out what was so fatty about black bean soup, roasted chicken, and veggies. But just to be safe, we thought it necessary to take him in given he had spiked a fever and was hunched over in pain.

We stopped at the drive-thru bank machine on the way because I was going to drop him off at the front doors and keep going. He could call a cab to get him home. Plus, there was no way I was waiting around the germ infested hospital with the Wee Ladies.

He got in pretty quickly and was given a requisition form for an ultrasound and then some Tylenol 3's on the side, for good measure. He returned home and went to bed.

Hubby was out for the count the entire next day. No food, or water. Just some Gatorade later in the day and then as he began to mend he finished the day off with some cereal.

The medical web sites that I checked out all said the same thing for gallbladder attacks. Pain in the upper right abdomen, throwing up, nausea. Well, he had a fever, no appetite, and other stuff that is too graphic to describe here. I suspected that his gallbladder attack, which he definitely has had before was none other than a bad gastrointestinal flu. It's been going around.

He bounced out of bed the next day ready to take on the world after sleeping for about 24 hours straight. We are almost certain that he had the flu, but not 100% sure and so I will make sure he gets his ultrasound.

Of course I have been living this whole week in fear of the Wee Ladies and I contracting this nasty bug. I have been disinfecting, washing towels and linens non-stop. I have stocked up our food supply. I am one step away from batteries, flashlights, and jugs of water. So far, so good. By now you would think we would have been sick. Fingers crossed.

And if I get this thing, what happens? Do I get to sleep for 24 hours? Do I get to take time off from the kids and house? Hubby has to work and there are no other options. Do men get it easier than us moms when they fall ill?

Hubby called me on his way to work this morning. He was listening to the local news and it was saying how the entire ground floor of the hospital has been closed off because of an outbreak of a gastro bug. I told him, way to go. I am glad he took that bug somewhere else other than this house.

All's I'm sayin's all.