This Is My First and Only

I have one kid. He is my first and my only. And he is a drama queen. What's that? I can't have a box of smarties when I first get up? I should probably throw myself on the floor and cry about that. What's that? I can't drink your cup of coffee? I should probably throw myself on the floor and cry about that. What's that? I need to put on pants before leaving the house? I should probably throw myself on the floor and cry about that. Oh yes. This all happened before we left the house at 10.30. And we don't get up early. This is approximately 45 minutes of time. The morning continued in this fashion. 

I have heard of a phenomenon called "the terrible two's". I hope this is it. I know he's not two yet. But sometimes, so I've heard, they come early... or late or at some time other than two. Two just was a good number to put "terrible" in front of. I can take this. If the terrible two's are worse than this, however, mama's gonna get herself a job and Caedmon is going to get himself a daycare. Beware daycare workers. Beware.

But honestly. I don't like being that person who says "no" all day. It's tiring and not fun and doesn't make one feel like all that good of a mom. But I suppose being a mom means not always being your child's favorite person and having to say "no" once in a while? Or more than that? And not decorating for Christmas. Because this: 

turns into this:

(To be fair it was probably the cat. I'm not actually sure. I was just trying to make a point.)

I'm sorry mom. For all the times I didn't listen. For all the times "no" seemed mean, but probably wasn't. For all the times you had to say it repeatedly because I thought I knew best. But thank you too. Because I think I maybe turned out ok. And I wouldn't blame most of the imperfections on you anyway... a couple of them maybe, but not most. 

Umm... do you remember this? It's my blog.

So... its been a long time. A long, long time. Like August. Crazy. Josh went away to school for 7 weeks in September and October. He decided since he had to leave home he deserved the computer. It was probably a fair decision, but it did leave me computerless. Which isn't too sad, since smartphones, but I was not going to blog on my phone. My level of dedication is not that high. Recently, I have been asked when I was going to post... only more subtly like as in... "so you haven't posted in a while" which is definitely an understatement. I read between the lines. Here I am. Posting. Since I don't have anything to actually post about here are some small paragraphs of jumble:

So Josh is home. That is nice. You kinda miss having your husband, partner in parenting, cuddler, tv mate, make exaggerated faces to silly things when you aren't allowed to talk person around. As in a lot. But he's home now. And working on the house. Which is an added bonus. Plus he shovels our walk/drive way which is nice. Also, he goes to work to help feed us. It is nice having him home.

It is the Christmas season.  I know this because I've been invited to 3? parties to celebrate Jesus's birthday already. We know he must be an important guy because he gets a lot of parties. That's nice. I wish I had 3 parties on and around my birthday. But I would probably have to plan and prepare for them all so it wouldn't be as wonderful. Friends: think about doing this for me next year. But seriously. Jesus is important and sometimes it's so much fun picking out presents and putting up pretty decorations and eating delicious food... and some more delicious food, and spending time with family that I forget that. I'll try not to this year.

I bought Brave. I can't wait to watch an entire movie with Scottish accents. I'm actually tempted to not wait for Josh. But that would be mean, so I will. I think we'll have an in front of the tv meal tonight. Just because I'm so excited. Plus her hair is incredible. Have you seen 'How to Tame Your Dragon'? You should. It's really good. And the adults all have Scottish accents... but the kids for some reason have North American accents. Which is kinda of funny, but I didn't think about it the first couple times I watched it. Apparently everyone is born with North American accents and just kind of grows into their respective countries accent. Just kidding. It is just silly. Maybe everyone they paid to to the children's voices was as bad at Scottish accents as I am. I'm hoping watching this movie will improve that. Then Josh won't laugh at me when I try. He's good at it. It makes me giggle in a not making fun of him way.

Caed is bigger. Crazy bigger. He is getting big too fast. It's fun and wonderful and sad. He's a cool kid.

We got a cat. We adopted her from the Brooks Animal Protection Society? BAPS anyway. They brought her to Medicine Hat. I actually had a different kitty picked out. But this one stole my heart with her pretty orange coloring in her black fur and her sweet eyes. We named her Copper. She's a lot of fun. Clearly a kitten, with her crazy antics, but she's also incredibly cuddly. Caed loves playing with her. She must not mind him much either because she sleeps with him lots of the time. We like her.

That is all.