It's Birthday Time Again - Diva W turns 7

It's Diva W's birthday today (I know right it's like October is the magic month in our house). She turned 7, which means she's showing ATTITUDE but I digress. I am just so not the birthday party type of mom, I wish I were but I truly dislike having to do cake, and grab bags and on and on. However, just because I don't like to do birthday parties doesn't mean I won't.

Diva W has had her first real birthday party with friends from school, last year we only managed to get one friend and some of my dayhome children rounded up for a party. This year we planned ahead and had the party early (like the end of May early). We went glow bowling, think dark bowling alley, two lanes 6 screaming girls and 2 boys, cake and presents. Can you see it, can you picture all the action packed fun we were having....I just bet you can. If you can't just wait your turn is coming. Anyway I am thankful Diva W had fun and that she had no grand expectations but wait I found out not long after the party that I was mistaken. See Diva W asked all her friends that were coming to her party for just one gift and only one gift.

Diva W has coveted her brothers DS Lite for about a year now and she asked all her little friends to please get her one for her birthday. I knew nothing of this until just recently after the party was over and I was shocked, okay not completely shocked but a little. Thankfully none of her friends could afford a DS Lite or little Lucy would have had some splaining to do. Needless to say she got Hannah Montana stuff and bubble wands and skipping ropes (yay). BTW we did chat about asking for BIG TICKET items like DS Lites from your friends that it wasn't okay to do that sort of thing. She's smart she got it (uummm hummm I think we might have this chat for a few years)

So here's to Diva W may she also find many happy birthdays waiting for her in the future and maybe a DS Lite.

My trucker hubby and my gate

My hubby drives truck for a living, I love him anyway he's cute except his mustache is too long but short of shaving it off him while he's sleeping (and then we would probably meet in divorce court) well you know I like him anyway. This means he's away from us for 10 days and then comes home for four over and over again it's not a bad deal we've had worse jobs where he's been away for weeks and only home for a day or two.

So when he does come home his honey do list is usually big, and he's usually tired and so we go round and round sometimes things get done, sometimes they don't but it's all good. I can use a hammer and a drill and those wrench things when I need to I'm just that kind a gal (hah). Here's the thing though there are just some jobs I am not mentally wired for like building a gate I can't do it, well I could try but I'm pretty sure it would look like something a four year old would build with popsicle sticks. So I've asked for a small gate why? Well I run a dayhome you see and I need to keep the children in the yard and not running down the side of the house it's just safer this way (I can see them better not that I have that many to see). Just so you know the whole yard is fenced and gated and the children can't get out, I would just prefer to have the side of the house blocked off.

Getting back to the gate I asked for it two weeks ago, really it's not any bigger than a baby gate but it will weather better outside if it's made with good sturdy wood. Is it made yet? Nope.... Why? Because my trucker hubby does not WANT to make the gate. If he'd just said

Trucker hubby: "I don't really want to make this gate"
Me: "Okay, but I need the gate, so if you don't want to do it I'll get someone who can"
Trucker hubby: "Okay go hire someone who wants to make the gate"

I would have done that and the gate would be up but nooooo, I challenged him by telling him I didn't think he wanted to make the gate (big mistake I know better)and that if he really didn't want to do it I'd find someone who could, sometimes my head is up my a**. So he started the gate, that's right it's started but not finished. He started this very small gate on Friday, it's Wednesday he's back to work and we won't see him again until the Friday after next.

Oh the gate is framed but unfinished I may have it by the end of summer or I may just hire someone to finish it (that might be a bad thing to do). I love my trucker hubby I really do he's cute and he's sweet and he loves me. The gate can wait a little longer.

11 Years Ago Today

11 years ago today Boy Wonder enlightened us with his presence. It wasn't an easy pregnancy, I was 34 years old he was my first child and he was breach and high. My doctor (God love her) sent me off to a specialist to see if he could be turned in preparation for a natural birth. (Insert crazy laugh her).

The specialist who's practice according to him was to not tell anyone that a turning couldn't be done pushed and prodded my tummy (oh lord that hurts) and said

Dr: "well I can do it" (insert the unspoken 'but' here)
Me: But?
Dr: But, to be honest, your chances of a succesful turn are less than 50% he will most likely just turn back again
Me: Oooookay so what does that mean?
Dr: That means we can go ahead and try to turn him or you can have a C-Section, don't take too long thinking about this though because you don't have much time
Me: Okay then I will call my Dr. today with my decision

Is that the end of the story oh no of course not. I call my Dr. and say let's do the C-Section the other way sounds to drawn out and painful. This means another trip back to the city because the delivery can't be done at our local hospital. This whole story takes place over a 48 hour period of time. We almost didn't have Boy Wonder that day the nurses forgot I was waiting in the pre-op room and the Dr was going to leave when they 'discovered' me waiting and made me think it was my fault. Now I ask you how on earth could this have been my fault I was the one in the gown lying on a bed with tubes sticking out of every possible orifice ....NOT GOING ANYWHERE ....

Anyway, Boy Wonder was delivered healthy and peeing according to the Dr. weighing in at a whopping 8 lbs 15.6 oz. Now keep in mind C-Sections on breach and high babies is not for wussies no oh no (not all C-Sections are painful but when they manipulate to bring the baby out it causes much grief afterwards). I slept on a wedge pillow for about a month because I couldn't get out of bed otherwise. I couldn't put anything on my tummy and I couldn't laugh hard and do otherwise unmentionable things involving the bathroom easily. Did I survive? You bet, was it worth it? without a doubt.

Boy Wonder is one of my most precious gifts. He and Diva W are the most miraculous things I will ever do in my life and they mean more to me than money, possessions and yes even food.

So Happy Birthday to Boy Wonder may he have many more happy, healthy and fullfilling birthdays to come.

Why did I start this blog? It's a good question as good as any I suppose. I am not a writer, nor a writer wanna be I am just a mom who likes to vent er talk... well in this case vent err talk by writing. Do I care if I get followers? Not really but if you're here you're welcome to be here.

Today I sent Diva W off to her first day of week long summer camp. It's not like it's miles away or anything, and it's not like it's overnight, but man you'd think I was sending her off to her execution. Getting out of the van at the rec centre her feet were dragging, her butt was dragging. Ever the dogged mom I assured her in the best mom voice

me: honey you're going to have fun, I'll bet some of you're friends will be here
Diva W: n'uh mom you just wanna get me out of the house
me: now W that's not true you need to do things to keep you occupied otherwise you will get bored
Diva W: how come Boy Wonder doesn't have to go to camp?
me: Well he's just a little too old for that now he's done all the camps at the rec centre

Now we've come to the sign in desk and Diva W sees a girl she knows, she pokes me and says mom, mom can I go there's my friend "T" see over there .... bye mom see you later. Hah see that's what I'm talking about you just need to get them out of the van and into the building too bad they didn't build cattle shoots for that purpose.

Anyway, that leads to the end of the day and the funniest thing Diva W said today. See apparently, the whole group went to the playground where Diva W proceeded to bump her noggin on the swings not once but twice (this, just so you know is a common occurrence with Diva W she's usually bumping some body part somewhere). When dad brought her home she says, in tears no less,

Diva W: "mom I hurt my nut
Me: waaaahhhh you're what? I ask thinking she doesn't have any nuts (this is where the mind wanders off in left field and does not think rationally). I hug her tight trying not to let her know that I'm laughing, I'm almost in tears I'm laughing
Diva W: "WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING AT ME"?
Me: "I'm not, I'm not" I gasp
Diva W: "You are I hurt my nut and you are laughing at me"
Daddy: "Honey you hurt your coconut"
Me: from around the corner now "Gasp, wheeze I'm not so not laughing at you honey. I'm sorry you hurt your head honey"
Diva W: You are laughing at me why? why? why?
Me: "Have some candy honey it will make you feel better"

See that's how you distract them give them sugar works every time. I just can't wait to see what tonight brings now.