Saturday, December 30, 2006

A lake, snow, a camera, and us.

Our adventure today was a walk at the lake, which is right around the corner from our house. I love this first picture. It would seem Max thinks whatever I'm saying is pretty funny.

Max's face looks like it's covered in boogers. He was very upset when he realized that's how the picture turned out. He wants to make sure everyone knows it's snow. It's SNOW!



Now we're not giant headed midgets.


A tour of our house.

I'm still trying to get the hang of this camera. Some pictures turned out blurry, like all the ones we took of Corina in her princess bedroom. She hasn't inherited my hatred for colours, so I let her have a purple room. It's very hard on me.
Max loves stuffed dogs more than just about anything. There's hardly room for him in his bed.
For some reason when I changed the size of this picture, it turned us wider. Now we kind of look like midgets with giant heads. I don't care for it much. Anyway, that's my room. It's a bed and nothing else. I gave the kids the bigger rooms and I sleep in what could almost be considered a closet.
There's our living room. There's still Christmas stuff everywhere, which I can't stand. Clutter makes my head hurt.
Max, Corina, and I all have knitting knobbys (knobbies?) now. We're making long yarn ropes. I have no idea what we'll do with them.
There you go. It's like you spent the morning with us. Did you have fun?

Friday, December 29, 2006

More pictures. More more more.

I cut Max's hair tonight. He wants his hair long, I want it short, and so we compromise by cutting it short. Shut up. I'm the mom.
This is just a picture of Corina and me because she's cute and I invented her.

And that picture is there because Corina took it, and because I was surprised to see how long my nose is. My nose is that long? Really? Really???

I love having this camera. And I made the pictures smaller. Did you notice? Thanks for teaching me, Mike.

The best present ever!

My friend Laurie and her husband bought us a digital camera for Christmas. I'm not quite sure what we did to deserve such an amazing gift, but we are INCREDIBLY grateful. So grateful that it required all caps to get the point across. Prepare yourselves for way too many pictures of my family, starting now!

Here's where we live. Almost everyone I know has never seen my house. That's weird. Hello, Ontario people. I live here. It would be nice if someone in my family would come visit us sometime.

Corina was trying to help me figure out how to work the new camera. Figuring out these things isn't my strength, and apparently Corina found it quite boring.


While Corina and I were working hard, Max and his buddy Skyler were upstairs playing Dragons. That's what they've done every day since Christmas. I suppose it's because they're boys.
Yay for digital cameras! Also in the package from Laurie is a portable USB 2.0 SD card reader. I have no idea what it is, but I'm sure I'll figure it out. I can't seem to find a use for it yet, but it's probably important.

Wednesday, December 27, 2006

I will lose all my morality.


I had the weirdest night. I could not stop dreaming about oysters. I woke up over and over, and every time I did, I was having another oyster dream. I was eating them (and they were the best thing I had ever eaten in my life), buying them, talking to people about them, and thinking about them. I looked up oysters in a dream dictionary today and it says some wonderful things.
To dream that you are eating oysters indicates sexual urges and gratification. It signifies that you will lose all your senses and morality in the pursuit of low pleasures and indulgences.
To see oysters in your dream symbolizes beauty, humility, wealth, wisdom, and a laid-back atmosphere. To see them also denotes easy circumstances, and many children are promised to you.
To deal in oysters denotes that you will not be over-modest in your mode of winning a sweetheart, or a fortune.
The most negative interpretation is that the oyster represents a well guarded individual; a person who has shut himself off from others.

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

I smell delicious.

I got that for Christmas. I wasn't sure if I would like it. (Vanilla is so 1996.) But it's vanilla spice. It's different. It smells like I baked something wonderful and then rubbed it all over myself. Usually I smell like oranges or cotton candy, but now I smell like cookies and cinnamon and something else I can't quite place. I thought you should all know.

Monday, December 25, 2006

Christmas Eve baby.

My friend Vicky (she's the one who babysits my kids - pay attention!) had her baby yesterday. The amazing thing is she came to sacrament meeting, yet still gave birth before church was over. An hour before church was over, actually. Apparently she was in labour in the chapel, although she looked more like she had indigestion. I can't believe she can get babies out of herself so easily. I think that means she's supposed to have a whole bunch more.

There's big sister Lizzy with baby Hayden. I stole that picture from Vicky's blog. She'll probably have me arrested.

Saturday, December 23, 2006

These people are cuter than you.

My friend Vicky, who babysits my kids, gave me a bunch of pictures she has taken over the last couple of months. Now you all get to see how cute my kids are, and how cute her kid is too. Lucky.

Corina's favourite food has been tomatoes ever since she was a baby. Vicky grows tomatoes right outside her door. That keeps Corina from running away.
Look how much Max loves his sister! And how much his sister loves tomatoes.
And there's Lizzy. She's in my nursery at church, and holy is she smart. And cute. I'm considering kidnapping her.

I believe I'll be getting my very own digital camera quite soon, and then you'll be seeing pictures all the time. Hourly, maybe.

Friday, December 22, 2006

Pomander jokes are the very best kind.

The kids and I were just making pomander oranges for a Christmas Eve activity. (It's Christmas Eve at our house today.) Sometimes we try to make designs on them with the cloves. Corina decided to make a star for baby Jesus, but it ended up not looking very star-like. She looked a little disappointed, but then told us, "It's a P. For Pesus."

4.0 GPA. Just what I wanted for Christmas.

Children With Special Needs A+
Field Placement A+
Interpersonal Communications A+
Composition A+
Human Development A+
Observation and Assessment A+
Role of the Special Needs Educational Assistant A

Damn that last mark. She gave everyone low marks on our last assignment because too many people were going to get A's. (It was our easiest class by far.) She stole my A+. I don't like plain A's at all.

Thursday, December 21, 2006

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

A Christmas miracle.

A guy found this note rolled up in a sock on his doorstep in Skidmore, and it makes me incredibly happy.

Monday, December 18, 2006

I'm bragging.

I got 97% on my psychology final today! Tons of people failed that course. The class average was a fail at one point, and probably still is. I think my final mark is something like 97.6, but I'll have to wait until Thursday to find out for sure. Thursday I get all my marks. I'm so happy! I worked really hard to get that grade. Yay me!

Sunday, December 17, 2006

Justin Timberlake has nothing to do with sexy.

I don't really get the whole Justin Timberlake thing. He's not sexy. He's not sexy, damn it! He looks like he's stuck mid-puberty. He's like a weaselly little fourteen year old. I realize some women are pedophiles, but still...

And the other thing is he looks just like Doogie Howser, and Doogie isn't known for being the sexiest man in the world. (Is he??) Doogie is completely being ripped off, because if I can't even tell the difference between him and the fourteen year old, shouldn't NPH be getting more attention? I realize he's not looking for attention from the ladies, but then I have my doubts about Justin, too.

I'm supposed to be studying right now.

Saturday, December 16, 2006

Dating advice for the gents.

On a first date, you should probably talk a little less about the wart on your arm you haven't been able to get rid of for almost 20 years, and more about...well...any other topic in the world. I mean - really. Please. And especially when we're eating. Holy hell.

Of course we'll put saliva in our belly buttons!


That was the weirdest thing EVER. Apparently Corina has an eighth chakra that has a Scottish child attached to it. It's a kid who went missing in Scotland and didn't survive a few years ago. Completely normal.
Also, Corina has inherited stuff from my father's mother's mother. Well I have no idea who that is, because she gave my Nana up for adoption. That will stay a mystery.
The most normal part was when Corina had to suck on a Q-Tip and then stick it in her belly button. I think that's the part that will cure her epilepsy.
Anyway, that's what happened at the energy healing today. I don't know what to think. Just...so...weird...

Friday, December 15, 2006

Seizures and drugs and witches.


Corina got in to see the specialist today. That's fast in Canada. Very fast. He's positive she has temporal lobe epilepsy, which is the same thing my sister and I have. Sorry about that, Corina! There's a strong genetic component with these things, so it's apparently all my fault. The seizures she's having seem to be complex partial seizures. He ordered an EEG and prescribed Tegretol, which I'm not giving her yet.
Tomorrow we go to the witch doctor. Corina's having her first Body Talk session. They're going to talk to her body and tell it how to heal itself or something. It's the dumbest thing I've ever heard of, but if it works I'll join up and be dumb too. I just really don't want to drug her up.
I'm in the middle of finals, and I haven't been able to study at all. I'm a little worried about that.

Thursday, December 14, 2006

Brains.

Corina's appointment went really well today. This was the appointment where I had to convince the doctor the situation is serious enough for us to be referred to another doctor who will actually be able to do something about it. I was very organized about it, and presented him with a lovely binder. It documents the time and date of each seizure, the events leading up to it, and what happened with each seizure...all in a fun and easy to read format! It also has her medical history as far as the epilepsy is concerned. Oh, and I had her decorate the front of it, and then made a cute title page that has an especially adorable picture of her on it. It looks really sweet, and that should serve the purpose of reminding the doctors she's a real person so they'll do their best to help her. (I know - I over think things.)

Anyway, he thinks it's quite possible the enlarged temporal horn they found in her MRI five years ago is causing the problem today, and he referred us to another doctor. Thankfully he didn't brush us off or just try to give her medication. I'm just waiting for that doctor to call with our appointment time now. Waiting. And waiting. And waiting.

Corina's having a nap beside me right now. Eight seizures since Friday - the kid is awfully tired. That's hard work.

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Kids with brain damage are funny.

Corina is very happy that she gets to sleep in my room every night while we sort out this epilepsy deal. After her bath, she asked if she still gets to sleep in my room tonight.
I told her my room is a seizure-free zone, and she only gets to sleep there if she doesn't have a seizure in my bed.
She said, "Well sucks to be you. I'm sleeping in your bed and I'm having a seizure."
How great is she? Very great. She's already making jokes about it. If you have to have epilepsy, you may as well have fun with it. That's what I always say. Always. I can't stop saying it. Someone help me.
And yes, that's totally my room in the picture.

Monday, December 11, 2006

I think this counts as voodoo or something.

So, I'm thinking of trying something like this for Corina. If you know me at all - and you probably do, or you wouldn't care to read about my kid's seizures - then you would know I normally hate that kind of of stuff. I don't believe in it at all, but then there's no rule that you have to have faith in it for it to work, so I'm okay.

If things continue on as they are, she's probably going to have to go on medication for her seizures. Those medications are truly horrible. A lady in my ward does energy healing, and as weird as I think that is, I think I'll give it a shot before I drug my little baby.

Now I'm asking questions. Have any of you guys tried it, or do you know someone who tried it, or have you heard of it, or do you want to buy me a Christmas present? Tell me what you think about the voodoo.

Saturday, December 09, 2006

This is normal.

I dreamed I was dating a guy. He's not a real guy. I made him up in my dream. He was gigantic. He probably used to play football when he was younger, but now he's older and kind of fat. We were walking along together, and he scooped me up and carried me. You know the way you carry a little kid on your hip? He carried me like that, and I liked it very much. That's something I want from my husband one day. I want him to carry me like a toddler, and I promise to stay under 115 pounds so he'll be able to do it. I don't care if you think I'm weird, so shut up.

And while we're not on the topic - Corina didn't have a seizure today. Yay!

Friday, December 08, 2006

Hide your children.



This is how I introduced my kids to Mary Poppins. Now that's some good fun.

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

This is what we looked like at supper tonight.

I bought a roasted chicken at the grocery store today, and just for fun we ate it on the kitchen floor in pretty much the same way those lions are eating. We didn't even have anything else with it. No vegetables or anything. We were totally animals. It was sick and disgusting and super fun, and my kids think I'm the best mom in the world. I totally am.

Monday, December 04, 2006

Thank you, scary Santa.

The local Harley Davidson club is going to sponsor my family this Christmas. They're going to buy us presents and food, and I think they're also going give us tattoos and beat us up. I'm totally okay with that. I hope I get a fringed leather jacket!

Saturday, December 02, 2006