So, for the past couple of days, the house has been freezing.  Absolutely freezing.  We haven't turned the heat on or anything cause we're all, "hey!  We're Canadians!  We don't need to be warm!  Bring on the cold!"  Oh, and the fact that we forgot that we don't pay for heat... 

I just couldn't get warm this morning.  I have on three sweaters, socks, slippers, have been crocheting like mad, and yet my hands are like ice cubes.  The kids keep begging me to cover them up so they can cuddle together and be warm. 

Yes, I know and understand that if they ran around like maniacs, they would get warm.  But who am I to tell them NOT to sit still and to instead run around like the maniacs they are??  Would you do it?  I THINK NOT.

I was just messaging Ja and jokingly said, gee I should turn the heat on!  And he's all, yes, you should!  And I'm like really?  And he's like, go for it!  If it sounds like it's going to blow up, then you should turn it off.

So encouraging, is my husband. 

I carefully pushed the thermostat past the zero mark (btw, it's only like 15 degrees in here today!) and low and behold, a gentle humming sound from the basement...  a few minutes later and bam!  There's hot air blowing out of the heating vents!!!

So, soon, soon I will be warm!!  And then, cause it's just the way I am, I'll probably be too hot.

 

It seems that everything important happens in the bathroom in our house.  I can't remember the last time I went to the bathroom by myself.  In fact, I think it was last week that I actually had three kids supervising my bathroom goings ons.

Today there is so much poop in our house that it is insane.  I don't think we're nearly as bad off as poor Very Mom and her family, but the poop just doesn't seem to want to stop.  It's a darned good thing that we got a whole new case of diapers yesterday....

But, the bathroom is the scene of such joy, such sadness, such...  well, I'm sure you already get the picture.  Our neighbours probably think we're nuts, especially since the bathroom window opens onto the courtyard...  they must wonder at the singing and jumping around and the songs about pee and poop that we sing in there.  Blast across the whole neighbourhood.

I'm thinking about trying to get Ja to put a toilet in the living room.  It would just be so much handier, not to mention that the living room is bigger.

But, enough about bathrooms, let's discuss the crafty factor...  I don't often take my crafts into the bathroom...  let's just leave that at that, shall we?

With this

I am making this and man am I excited about it!  It's for a special friend with an upcoming birthday.  No worries, she doesn't read here unless I tell her to. 

Right now it looks like this

I'm on row 34 of 58. so it's moving right along.  I am so totally making myself one when this one is finished.  It's quite easy to do.  With just a touch of short row shaping to make it sit better.  Then it's pretty much just increases.  But, what do I use to make it with?  I was thinking of using the Bernat Satin I have in a dark blue.  I have four balls of it, so I'd need to get two or three more.  It's quite cheap, but very soft...  I'm supposed to be using the satin for a ballet skirt that I'm attempting to knit, it's just soooo slow!  So, we shall see... just don't tell Allyson that I'm thinking of changing my mind.

In other non-crafty news, it seems that someone has been trying to break into our van.  About a week ago, the passenger side door handle stopped opening from the outside.  We thought, you know, that's fine, the van's more than ten years old, these things happen, right?  Just yesterday the driver's side door went.  Hmmm...  Seeing as how I don't believe in coincidence, we're thinking someone has been tampering with the van handles.  Called good old Peterborough Police just to report the possibibility, talked to a cop with a very sexy voice, (yes, I realize he was probably in his fifties...) and he told me that it seems to be the in thing with kids this year.  "Hey Tom, let's go try to break into some cars!  It'll be a gas!"  Nothing we can do, but my trusty mechanic/dad will fix it for us.

And now, back to your regularly scheduled bathroom break.

Ask anyone.  I have a very strong belief that Ritalin is over prescribed, that a lot of kids who are diagnosed with ADD or ADHD are just active, and our overworked teachers can't spend the time that they need with those kids.  Don't even get me started on the parents who don't make the effort and ask for the drugs.

This, though, this article is about Ritalin being the last resort and it working.  Kudos to this mom for being such a wonderful advocate for her son.

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Edited to add:

By the way, Tom Cruise is an idiot.  Allyson and I have come to the decision that he just needs to shut up and stop making little of mental disorders.  Maybe some vitamins and exercise will make good ole Tommy less of an idiot.

"I'm sad, momma," he says with a giant grin on his face.

"Why are you sad, buddy?"

"My tool box is rocking!"

"Is that why you're sad?"

"No, I'm sad."

"Oh?"

"I got a spanking on my bum."

"You did?  Why did you get a spanking?"

"I wasn't listening."

"Are you going to listen from now on?"

"NOPE!"

 

Well, I guess I should be thankful that he's honest...

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I really don't know about the born to clean bit!!  Ha!  Wouldn't be able to tell by looking around here, that's for sure!

"Do you need a kleenex, Eph?"

"No thank you.  I'll wipe it on my shirt."

 

And he did.

 

"Honey, you have to get up, I set the alarm later!"

"What???  No!  I'm not getting up!"

"You have to go to work!  Get up!"

"Oh.  I thought it was Sunday."

I have a good friend in Texas who may be affected by this newest storm.  I'm just thinking that all of you praying folk out there maybe should start praying for all these people being hit by the storm, all the people hit by the last storm and now hit by this storm, and maybe we should be praying that we can help in any way we can.

Let's get those hotlines to God humming, shall we?

... is having two extra kids, and having your own be the worst of the lot.

Yah, the banner and colours are still kinda poopy.  What's a girl to do, I ask ya, what's a girl to do??