I'm a big fan of birthdays. I like my birthday, and I see no reason to stop liking it just because it's coming with bigger and bigger numbers attached. Not that I have much planned for tonight; nothing, in fact, except dinner, homework, bath, and stories with the girls, but that's OK, spending my b-day with my favourite people in the whole wide world is an evening to look forward to. I've had a few e-mails, a couple of phone calls, and a shout-out from the mommies in my online mommies' group to commemorate the occasion. I feel loved.
It's a blessing to mark another year going by and realize how good my life is right now. My girls, my job, my home, and my wide and ever-increasing circle of friends are all things to be celebrated and cherished.
That being said, there are still a few things I would like to have in the coming year:
- I would like never to have to be trapped with Rachel in full tantrum mode in the changing room at Walmart ever again. (We were all in there for Leah to try on a pair of jeans, when Rae, at the end of her tiny little rope with boredom, pitched such a fit that I fully expected to see Ottawa City Police, the SWAT team, and the Children's Aid Society waiting for us on our exit from the cubicle.)
- I would like to purchase Leah a pair of girls' jeans that *does not* come with those idiotic adjustable elastic band/button deals for adjusting the fit at the waist. The buttons chafe, and if they become unmoored, her pants slide down her skinny hips.
- I would like someone to decree that sparkly/glittery eyeshadow is out, and matte is in. Please do this soon, I'm almost out of my lovely matte Estee Lauder makeup.
- I would like the powers- that-be at CTV to decide that the icky bodies and gore of C.S.I. are less damaging to small children who might still be up at 8 p.m. than the wonderful smut of Grey's Anatomy, and switch the air time for the two shows. That way I won't keep missing the first 10 minutes of Grey's taking Rachel in one last drink of water/finding the missing toy/general small-child stalling tactics.
- I would like more time for blogging.
- I would like Rachel to stop with the semifrequent and always-in-the-right-context use of the word 'damn'. (Wonder where she heard that.) Telling her it's a bad word just seems to make it more alluring.
My boys can say whatever they like as long as they say it in the bathroom, alone, with the door closed. No punishment for any words said in this fashion.
ReplyDeleteYou'd be amazed how quickly Drew got bored of saying Damn when the only time he was allowed to say it without punishment was alone in the bathroom with the door closed. He went in there and said it over and over at the top of his lungs for about 15 minutes, and I haven't heard it again.
Any use of "bad" words in this household (bad words include: stupid, poopyhead, and idiot, too) results in swift punishment--removal of toy of the moment or show of the moment and 10 minutes lying on their stomach on my bed.
Oh, and HAPPY BRITHDAY!!!
Happy birthday!!
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday! I love birthdays too - mine's on the 18th!
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