Sunday, June 24, 2012

Secret Mommyhood Confession

There's bunny poop on my carpet.

I remember as a kid there was a rumour of a house in the neighbourhood that was full of cat poop.  Of course I have no idea if it was true, but I had images of disgusting piles of fur-filled poop lying in stinky lumps all over the living-room floor of this house and I thought the people living there were disgusting human beings.

Fast-forward 30-something years later and ...

... well ...

I went and adopted a rabbit.

I've written of him before.

His name is Milo.

Awwww, cute, right?  I agree.

He was Big T's kindergarten bunny who needed a new home.  And since we had him over the Christmas holidays and he was such an amazing 'lil honey bunny, I let the owners know that we'd take him in a heartbeat.  And they took us up on it.

And he is amazing, don't get me wrong.

Here he is watching YouTube videos of cute 'lil bunnies...

... playing nicely with Big T's hot wheels ...

... guarding Christmas presents ...

Yes, he is a nice pet.  I thought he would make a great "first pet" for the know, help teach responsibility and compassion, etc, etc.  Although when they're asked to clean up Milo's poop, I hear "You wanted him"... and ... "You're his Mom"... sigh.  I guess that lesson was a fail.

Anyways, back to my Secret Mommy-hood Confession.

There's bunny poop on my carpet.

It's true.

But Milo is litter-box trained.  Kind of, sort of.  He pees in there.  That is when he's not showing dominance to Hubby and peeing on him while he's sleeping on the couch.  (insert uncontrollable laughing here)

And most of his poop makes it to the litter box.  Make that litter boxes - yah, he's got two.  You'd think that would make a difference, but this furry 'lil dude drops bombs like you've never seen!  He doesn't even know they're coming out.  Hop, poop, hop, poop, hop, poop ...

I was told he was just a lazy male rabbit.  'Nuff said.

At least it's not overly offensive.  I mean, yes, it's poop.  But it's 95% hay.  It's dry.  Doesn't leave a stain.  When you've dealt with baby poop, this is not so bad.  I mean, I don't like it, but ...

Oh, help I'm defending the poop.  I think I'll stop now.

I'll leave you with one last picture of Monsieur Milo.  Notice how nonchalant he is, like he has no idea what I'm going on about.

Typical male bunny!

Poop?  I don't see no poop.

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Linking up with Kimberly!

Saturday, June 23, 2012

Inside Beach

It's been raining a lot here.  I heard a rumour that it was now summer, but looking out my living-window, it looks more like November.

It's a challenge not to let it get me us down.

So yesterday I decided to bring the beach inside...

Ah, it's a kid's life

Think I'm going to hang out at Inside Beach with Hubby next, complete with Coconut Oil and Daquiris...Might even pop in a cruise video to really make it feel like we're somewhere sunny!

   Or we could just go somewhere sunny...hmmm.

Monday, June 18, 2012

Memories Captured - It Happened At The Beach

It's that time again, to link up with Galit and Alison for their Memories Captured Linky.  

I really like participating in this link-up.  I find it forces me to take a breath, sit back with a cup of tea and meander through all the recent photos I've taken...and I take a lot!  

I love this memory I captured about three weeks ago.  

As we so often do, 'Lil K and I had a play date with his best little girlfriend, "Miss M", and her Mom.  We headed out to a local beach, but not the kind that is packed with people, showing off their fit bods.

This place is wild...where the wind almost blows you over and where bald eagles rest on driftwood perches.  Long blades of grass grow in amongst logs that have washed ashore from who knows where, and the tide goes way out, allowing you to catch glimpses of tiny creatures burrowing in the wet sand.  And the view?  It's breathtaking.

I love it here.

It may seem quiet and deserted, but actually quite a lot happens here.

Adventure Happens...

Reflection Happens...

Joy Happens...

Love Happens...


Wednesday, June 13, 2012

And The Award Goes To...

Ha!  I wish I could say that I've recently received a blog award, thus explaining the title of this post.

But no.

No, no, no....

Oh, I don't even really want to tell you; I'm that bummed out about it.

Basically the award I think I should receive is not one that I want or would be proud to display above my non-existent mantel.

I know what you're thinking.  (Humour me)  With a blog name like "Mommy Inconsistent", how could I ever do something that would award me such a thing?

Well, what I did tonight I can't even say I didn't think about.  I did.  I thought "Oooh, better not do that"...and then I did it.  Don't ask me why.

Basically I scared the crap out of 'Lil K.

We were all visiting my Mom tonight in the care home where she lives.  When we got there, she was in bed, but she was happy to see us and we had a little visit.  One of the care aids came in to give my mom a snack and then quietly asked me if I could rinse out her dentures before I left because my mom wouldn't let her do it earlier.

Of course I said, "No, problem."


There was a problem.

Can you guess?

I did it in front of my kids.

Yep, had my Mom take her teeth out and hand them to me right in the presence of my two boys.

Big T's face was pretty priceless.  When I say his eyes widened and his chin dropped open, his eyes widened (a lot) and his chin & mouth literally dropped to the floor.  Okay, they didn't actually hit the floor, but they might as well have.  He couldn't take his eyes off this freakish act I was performing.

'Lil K's eyes widened as well, but his face was less than priceless.  Think scared beyond belief that his beloved "GaGa" was taking her teeth right out of her freakin' mouth and handing them to his mother!!  What the ... ??

He proceeded to hop into Hubby's arms and bury his face in his shoulder.

I could not believe myself.  What did I just do??

For starters, I scared him from possibly ever donning a pair of vampire teeth, which are pretty much a necessity if you want to pull off a vampire costume at Halloween.

Secondly, and most importantly, I was worried that he would be afraid of my Mom from here on out.

Luckily I don't think the latter will happen as he gave her a smile and said goodnight to her as we were leaving.  He would not, however, stop asking why Gaga took her teeth out.

"Because Mommy is a bum bum", is what I should've said.  He would've understood that.  Instead I just kept saying that I wanted to wash them.  Then of course I threw in "Because I love my Mom and want to help her out"...I know, pathetic.

Let's just say I don't expect to sleep in my own bed tonight.  And it serves me right.

How could such a lovely pair of chompers cause so much fear? LOL.

So I was hoping to get some feedback and possibly share my award with some other Moms (or Dads) who've done some stupid things that they regret.  This parenting gig isn't an easy one, after all.
Come on, make me feel better.

Pretty please?

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Secret Mommyhood Confession

I make 3-4 meals for dinner.

I know.  I know.  Don't say it.  I'm crazy.  I should make only one lovely and nutritious meal that my entire family will happily devour, saying words like "Mmmm, this is amazing!"

In this house, it's just impossible.

IM-POS-SI-BLE!  (Sorry, that comes from Kindergarten home-reading - "sound it out!")

I never stood a chance really at making one delicious and "amazing" meal and serving up four plates of the same thing.  And it's not because I can't cook.  I can cook.  Ask my girlfriend who is now enjoying my creations because no one else in my family will try them.  Well, except 'Lil K.  He tries the odd thing, which I've got to tell you, makes my day!

No, the reason I never stood a chance is that Hubby and I eat different foods.  VERY different foods.  I'm a vegetarian...though not full-fledged.  I do eat fish, eggs & cheese.  And the cheese with the casein in it.  Have you tried casein-free cheese?


Hubby is anything but vegetarian.  He's Scottish.  Meat & potatoes...that's my man.  With a bit of rice thrown in and cheese pizza, fish & chips (pub style)...

You get my drift.

It's not easy.

In my single days I cooked a lot for myself.  Veggie Sheppard's Pie, Stir-frys galore, Tofu creations, Fish, etc, etc.

I've become a bit lazy since becoming a mom (I wonder why), but that's all going to change.  I'm going back to my cooking ways and hopefully I can inspire some 'lil dudes (and one big dude) to come along for the culinary ride.

So this 3-4 meal thing will continue...we'll keep doing it smorgasbord-style.  If I can toot my own horn, though, I've become pretty good at getting everything ready at the same time...well, sometimes...if I try really hard.

Here's what our dinner table looked like last night:  (Guess who ate what?)

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Saturday, June 2, 2012

Secret Mommyhood Confession - I Fantasize About Homeschooling

I've been a bit out of commission least when it comes to blogging.  It all started with laryngitis, which morphed into a head cold, which morphed into a lovely (not-so) little sinus infection, which would not go away!

But I'm back and it's Saturday night, so it's confession time.

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Lately I've been fantasizing about homeschooling my boys.  

But it's not for the reasons you might think.  

I'm quite happy with the school that Big T is in.  It's a small school, only 15 in his class.  I like his Teacher, the other kids, the other parents.

No, the reason is not the school or the way it's run or the way the kids are taught.

It is for purely selfish reasons.

I can't stand the morning rush of trying to get to school by 9am.   The 3pm pickup is equally brutal.  To put it bluntly, I hate it.  I hate having to rack my brain as to what to put in my kid's lunch when he won't eat a sandwich, pasta, soup, a's difficult to say the least.  I just want to stay home in the morning. I worked late the night before, was up in the middle of the night, sleeping in a loft bed next to one of my lads, up at 6am - that's 3 hours before school even starts - and frankly I just don't want to go.

It was my birthday last Monday and for "my" day I decided to keep Big T home from school. 

Now, some may think I've lost my mind, and wouldn't I want to send my kids somewhere, ANYWHERE, to get a bit of peace & quiet.  And you're right, that would be a happy birthday to me!

But this was better.  

Armed with my iPad and iPhone, I sat the boys on the couch, put my electronic babysitters in their 'lil hands, and I stayed in my pjs, drank my 2nd cup of joe and pinned my morning away!  

And life was good.

And I'd do it again in a heartbeat.

Too bad I have to wait another whole year for my next  birthday.

I'm sure there will be another occasion which would warrant a lazy 'weekday' morning of keeping the boys home from school so I can stay in my jammies for 1/2 the day.

I see National Aboriginal Day is coming up.  

That'll do.