Clang, Clang, Rattle Bing Bang,.....

How is it November already?
I bet my father is already starting to panic over what lovely gifts to buy me for Christmas. Maaaaan, he loves me SO much more than Danny and those other stragglers.
So Halloween was a blast this year, I really enjoy that Sullivan is still too young to notice when I dress him stupid for my own pleasure. I followed him with weak knees I was laughing so hard, as our little dragon ran up and down the sidewalk. I didn't actually let him go collect candy, or as my Mom calls it, "SWINE MAGNETS!" but he sure did enjoy being outside after dark talking to strangers. That sentence really puts our great parenting in perspective. Hmm.
So I am only working one day at the Spa now, as I have taken Connor on full-time to help out Eden and Stu. They aren't just sick of him, Stu got called back to work with not so much as a days notice so craaaazy Auntie Jamie stepped in to save the day. I am like a modern day Wonderwoman but without the flying. So having Connor has been a really great time for me to reflect on how important birth control is. Condoms should always be worn two-at-a-time for safety and a fashionable "layering" look, the "pull and pray" method will slap you in the face faster than Kirstie Alley can down a Snickers, and bouncing up and down does nothing more than remind you to do more squats. Needless to say, he has adapted pretty well to the huge change and I think it is good practice for my patience and sanity. Sullivan liked it for the first little while but once he realized it was permanent and he had competition for my attention, began to hate Connor and is often seen with one finger scolding Connor and pushing him down. Luckily, Connor has been ignoring most of these attacks but the ol pushcart in the forehead routine did not go over so well this morning. I have managed to bathe them together, get to play group and walk Coop but have to admit all three ended in me debating locking them in the crib and having a good cry. Ahhh parenthood. Luckily both of them are so snuggly and smiley that their tears and outbursts are always outweighed. Well except for last Friday, last Friday I would have sold them for wine.
So Heather, Eden and I all became very busy very quickly and now my house feels neglected as well with a life outside of babyland. It is definitely frusterating at a lot of moments but there is still not a day that goes by that I don't remind myself how great my life is. Also, I always think about how many Christmas presents Dadd is going to get me and that keeps me going.

Snot Funny.

Today I wiped Sullivan's nose with my sleeve. More than once. It was so windy today that Sullivan and I both had to wear our snow jackets with the fur trim. Since visiting Mom's house for Thanksgiving, Sullivan has a new passion for matchbox cars and when Uncle Peter visited last week he of course told him he could have any toy he desired and after much, much debating went for a package of SUV-style trucks. Peter might have swayed the vote knowing full well that buying Johnny's son gas-guzzling Hummer's would get a rise out of him. Any who, these new choking hazards have been his world this week. He has had a nasty cold and an even nastier temper but has driven them on every surface imaginable...His head, the vacuum, everyone's shoes, the window ledges, (always a favorite), Coop's back, my legs, the toilet, the plants, the tv, his ukulele (followed by perfectly lining them up on the strings and clapping for himself) and of course the dog's water dish. But, I digress...today we went to take Coop out and Sullivan, dressed like he was starring in a Christmas Story clutched an SUV in each chubby hand as he squealed with delight at how magnificently mother nature was showing off. And yet the wind is so strong that he can hardly walk against it and is smiling so hard, with tears streaming his cheeks and snot reaching his chin and I am laughing so hard I think I might wet myself. The wind was also managing to blow in through his cinched sleeves and puff up his coat to make him look to be twice the size and from running with such wild abandonment his touque was almost covering his eyes completely so now all you see is faux fur, snot and a grin. He is yelling things that make no sense and all I can decipher is that he is having a spectacular time. This is when the wind takes it up a notch and I literally feel like I can lean back, the birds are floating mid-air and Sullivan is risking joining them in flight. He turns, I think to give his face a break but the wind pushes him and refusing to let go of either truck his butt goes up, his feet remain planted and his face slowly catches his fall. It sounds worse than it is though because the great layers that protect him from the elements act like a pillow and there he stays.... face down, butt-up, hands clutching. I am laughing too hard to help until his whining summons me. I feel like I cannot convey how funny this was, I know it will be one of those moments that is burned into my mind for the rest of my life. I thought convincing him Nana's chickens were trying to eat me was fun but this was much more fulfilling.

I Love You, Papa.

On Wednesday Sullivan said, "I love you" for the first time. Yesterday he got the entire top half of his body stuck in a table. What will today hold in store for us? (I debated filming him trapped in the coffee table but panicked when I too, could not get him out. Eventually I turned him sideways and pushed.)

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Things besides Sullivan that crack me up

Our kid is weird.

It's official. No one makes me laugh harder than my son.

We like to party. We like, we like to party.

Sorry the beginning is so long and nothing is happening, I don't know how to edit videos.

....and today....

Today I love that you unabashedly danced to your Dad playing ukeulele with such rhythm that it was as though you'd been rehearsing. You've got style, Kid.










I loved when you played in a bucket of water with Finnley for over an hour.


























My favorite part of today was when I asked you where your shoes were and you dropped (literally) what you were doing, ran out of the room and came back announcing, "Shoes!" You then presented me with red slippers that I forgot you owned that Uncle Peter had bought you when you were first born. Yes, they are still too big but coincidentally (or not) they matched your shirt perfectly. You insisted they remain on for the rest of the day.