Saturday, April 30, 2005

Hitchhikers Guide...

Meh. Mos Def was hot though. I hope Andre doesn't read this.

Friday, April 29, 2005

Yay, a babysitter!

How many roads must a man walk down?

We're going to see the movie and have a real grown-up dinner for Andre's birthday. Can't wait!

Wednesday, April 20, 2005

I'm afraid.

A conversation in the car:

Fiona: See mommy! That man is riding a motorcycle! He's going really fast.
Tavia: Yes, he's riding a motorcycle.
F: When I get big, I'm going to ride a motorcycle too.
T: Well, motorcycles are dangerous and it would scare me if you drove a motorcycle.
F: I AM going to ride a motorcycle! All the time!
T: Maybe when you're big enough to move out of mommy's house so I won't know about it.
F: No! When my teeth fall out, I will be big enough to ride a motorcycle.
T: I'm afraid you're going to have to wait longer then that.
F: I AM going to ride a motorcycle. When I get big, I'm going to ride a motorcycle.
T: (weeps)

Saturday, April 16, 2005

Nesting. Sort of.

I have all the impulses, but none of the follow through. I like to spend my weekends crazily thinking about all the things that really should be organized before the baby's born. How can I possibly have a messy linen closet when there's a baby about to be born? How can I bring a child into this world when there's an enormous stack of books spilling off my nightstand? I shouldn't even be thinking about going into labor when I haven't rearranged the pantry. And the garage! Dear god, the garage. I might as well give the baby to the circus. I bet circus folk don't have messy garages.

Have I done anything about the spectacular mess in our linen closet? Uh no. But I'm thinking about it really, really hard.

Thursday, April 14, 2005

Really, really big.

Want to see a picture of me now? Here you go!

Sunday, April 10, 2005

I love this age

Fiona's at the age where society's preconcieved notions of gender haven't taken over. She's a fantastic mix of girly-girl and tomboy. Today we had a toenail painting party while she decided which princess dress she was going to wear. Yesterday she announced that she wanted to be a firefighter when she grew up. (But that she might not be able to do it because she thought I might miss her too much when she was driving the truck.) She loves watching the girls do their spins and things in figure skating, but is determined that she is going to play hockey when she learns how to skate. She would love to wear dresses to school every day, but only if they don't interfere with playing on the floor with the boys in the gym. She likes playing with dolls, but isn't really into the nurturing thing, she usually ties the doll carrier to a jumprope and creates ways to raise and lower the doll from a door handle or drag it around the house like a puppy.

I'd like for this stage to last as long as possible, I just hate the thought that as she gets introduced to more and older kids in school that she'll start being told that she can't do something or should behave a certain way because she's a girl. I'm also afraid that this will happen sooner rather than later and the new baby will never go through this stage because she'll have an older sister telling her that hockey is for boys. I guess all we can do is continue to tell Fiona that she can be whatever she wants to be and hope she believes us.

Saturday, April 09, 2005


We're having a friend over tonight who's been in Peru for the past 8 months. She doesn't know I'm pregnant yet. Boy is she going to be surprised when she walks in the door! My rotuntitude is quite astonising. I'm so large at this point that I don't know how I'm going to get through the next month and a half actually wearing clothes. I think I might have to start just winding a sheet around myself and pretending that togas are still in style. I'll just tell people that it's a new fashion trend and maybe all the buyers will believe me and you'll all see toga inspired clothing hit a store near you in the near future.

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Work is going well now that we finally have a replacement for my old position. The hours have been crazy though, I've worked every other Saturday for almost two months now along with other events scattered through the week. It would probably be a little fun if I had any energy left. I'd much prefer to be sleeping though. Or eating. Or eating in my sleep.

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We're looking for preschools for Fiona during the summer so she'll have a few hours of interaction with other kids during the week. I think we've decided on a Montessori school which isn't too far away. The classroom freaked me out a little bit though with how anal and neat everything was. Maybe it'll be good for Fiona to be forced to keep everything so clean. I'd think that it could make her a much neater person than I am, but Tamara went to Montessori school and she's just as big a slob as I am, so I don't think it'll matter too much. Sorry Tamara, your secret is out.

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All of you hoping for an update on Fiona's love triangle - the story takes a tragic twist. Just as Fiona reached the older preschool room and could finally make up her mind between the adorable Jacob and the coldhearted Stone, Jacob left the school. Now we'll never now if true love could have blossomed amidst the blocks and paints or if Stone's presence would have kept them apart forever. She doesn't talk about Stone much anymore either, so maybe it was the whole "forbidden" appeal of him. Now that he's right there, he's not nearly as interesting. Ahhh, young love. I can't wait until the teenage years.