Shot

I try to stay organized as best I can. I admit, sometimes I drive away without my purse and there was a bag hanging at the front door for nearly a year before I returned it to it's rightful owner, but honestly, I do try to stay on top of stuff.
I don't try to be nor do I pretend to be perfect.
But dude, I totally dropped the ball on this one.
For those without kids, the immunization schedule for infants and toddlers is this:
two months, four months, six months, one year, eighteen months, and then four years old.
Sure I was a week or two late with Maizeys first set, so therefore I had to be a week or two late for the rest of them. Then they got progressively further away from the schedule, getting a week or two LATER every shot. We were two months late by the time the one year old set arrived. The nurse that gave her those ones put a sticky note on our immunization booklet for when she was due for her eighteen month boosters. It read April 29/11. As in, she was supposed to be back somewhere close to April 20, 2011 - not close to March 15, 2012, which is the date she went.
YOU GUYS, SHES A YEAR LATE!!



You know what that means? She's old enough to know whats going on and old enough to remember. We pumped her up all week that yayy, shots are fun! You have to be a big, brave girl! Yayy, needles! 
She was super excited to go, but I had the prospect of a princess band-aid ready as a distraction for after.



But in true Maizey fashion, she was all what? that was no big deal. Can I have my sticker now? I want to go play with that awesome house. Thanks nice nurse lady, see you later.
She was a total champ, no tears, no fuss.
She got the princess band-aid anyways, just for fun.
Needle? No big deal.

Turn Around

I love when immediately after I finish complaining, my life just goes and turns right around.
Our weekend was full of fun and family and parties and food.


 
Oh and a birthday. The Daddy's birthday.
I thought it would be funny to take Maizey to the Bargain Shop and let her pick out his present all by herself. Yes, it was funny. He is now the proud new owner of a king size Kit-Kat bar, a Dora ruler, a tiny little Cars themed rubber ball and a Hummingbird feeder. She was super proud of her finds and was certain Brian was going to love the 'Honeybird feeder'.







The day of his birthday he was pretty under the weather so when we brought home his favorite breakfast sandwich and coffee from the Modern he couldn't even eat it. Lucky for him I love them too! He wasn't up for any adventures or birthday-like celebrations and plus, he doesn't even eat birthday cake (usually) so there were almost no obvious celebrations here. We did order sushi for supper, so there was that. None the less, Maizey was excited to sing Happy Birthday on repeat.
Happy Birthday Brian/ Daddy, we love you with our whole hearts.

Two weekends in a row we got to go to totally epic sledding birthday party's at which both I forgot my camera. Seriously, for those of you Revelstokians that have never been sledding at the Chalet on Mt. Revelstoke - GO, DO IT. It's crazy fast and a huge hill and holy crap, so much fun. Maizey was so worn out after both of them, it was awesome! She went down by herself, which simultaneously gave me an immense amount of pride and heart palpitations. She also went with Brian or Me, with her friends, on her own with no sled. Sister was all over it. If I had a winter child that's exactly where I would be having a birthday party because there was nothing better for the kids than hanging out with friends, eating goodies and cake and playing in the snow.

Brians family held a big family dinner Sunday. (again, no camera. I need more hands...)He doesn't have a very big family at all, but as we all get older and more kids are added to the mix, it has gotten big enough that no ones home comfortably holds us all, so there was a little old hall rented and a pot luck gathering. There was a whole lot of little kid cousin loving going on. Maizey loves her some cousin time, she calls them all her best friends. Brian wound up having to work (laaaaame) so he wasn't able to go, which left me to take the kids. You know what I love even more than big family dinners? It's going to my in-law family dinner without him and being so comfortable and familiar that it's not weird. Good stuff, that family time.

It's been raining/snowing and gloomy and gross for days now. We are desperate to breathe in some fresh spring air and see the sun.

Relax Amy, It Will Get Done

Yesterday morning I sat down and wrote half of a post. By last night, I had no intention of publishing it. It was written when my day was full of optimism and fun. If I had had a free hand last night to write a new post, it would have said, repeatedly, I just want to sit on the floor and cry.
It was just one of those days yesterday. Last night was no better.
I woke up today knowing that I had to let it go. The fact that we are in the processing of finishing all the unfinished crap in our home means there is shit everywhere. An air compressor and it's 50' of hose are sitting in my living room. There is a bucket of dry wall mud, a putty knife, two drills and three paint brushes in one window sill and a can of paint on a piece of scrap cardboard, the little can opener and the stick for stirring the paint sits on the counter beside the coffee pot. Another paint brush rests beside the bathroom sink. There are little piles of drywall dust that have been sanded off the wall and left to be swept up, on the floor along three different walls. I tried all day yesterday to get it cleaned up, but everyone else in this house had different plans for me. When I bitched about to Ang, she told me she had seen a sign on Pinterest that said 'cleaning your house while your kids are home, is like shoveling while it's still snowing' . Sadly, yesterday, that rang very true. I picked up the same fucking bag of ribbons somewhere around a million times. I was thisclose to throwing them away, but then I got smart and hid them. Every time I picked something up and put it away, Maizey waited until I was out of sight and took it out again. For real. Little turd.
Today, we stayed in our p.j's unreasonably late, we ate late breakfast, we only left the house for a quick coffee with Chelsea. There were an embarrassing number of Dora episodes watched and a few solid hours of sleep by some. And guess what? Most of the messes are cleaned up. The air compressor still sits and the paint isn't put away, but I will get there.
I let it go. And then it got done.
See, it's better not to get all stressy and cranky.