Things are busy as usual. Jeff's schedule is finally back to normal, which makes for one happy mama. I am a little surprised that we all survived the past few months. Christmas is rapidly approaching, and thanks to Ebay, we are close to being finished.
Although I have no idea what to get Daniel. His favorite toys are the glossy flyers that come with the newspaper, and my little tub o' chapstick. Honestly. Oh yes, and destroying whatever Jake has on the go. Jake is a huge monster truck fan, and every day without fail, he lines up all of his trucks on the couch. And every day, without fail, Daniel crawls over and methodically chucks them on the floor. And then Jake cries "No Beans NO!!" Daniel and I have been fighting the cold that never ends. So he is sleeping even worse than usual. I swear, I am going to throw a freakin' party when this kid starts to sleep through the night. It has been an awful long time since I've had an uninterupted eight hours, and damn it, I deserve it. Daniel is also a mommy addict. He will play happily at my feet, but the second I leave the room the world comes crashing down around him, and he screams his head off. This little habit makes cleaning, laundry, getting Jake a snack, taking myself to the bathroom really difficult. God forbid if I get up to grab more food whilst I am feeding him lunch. He screams, lunch is over. Me thinks the boy has a wee bit of the temper. But he is so damn cute.
Jake, on the other hand, has really become wonderful to be around. He has his moments, and I am sure I am jinxing him by even posting this, but lately he's so much fun. He has been having some interesting moments at school the past couple of weeks though. We were on our way to the car (neither of his teachers said a word to me about it) and he tells me that he had to sit in the chair for wrestling. WTF? I quizzed him up on it, and after getting a three different answers every time I asked him the same question three times, I gave up. But I was reasonably sure that some sort of rough housing had occurred. So I go to take him to school for his next class, and he doesn't want to go. "But I want to play with yooooouuuuuu Mommy". I bring him over to his teacher, and tell her he is having some issues. She scoops him up, gives him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, and gets him all excited for the swimming that they were doing that day. His teacher is so wonderful, I cannot say enough about her. I am so sad (for myself and for Jake) that she is currently eight months pregnant, and will be gone on maternity leave after Christmas. When I went to pick him up, I asked her about the wrestling, and she says, oh yes, that is probably why he didn't want to come into class, and said how cute it was that he doesn't like to get into trouble. No big deal, which is the way it should be. She is so awesome, and not just because she is going to give her baby Jake's middle name if she has a boy.
Anyhow, that is the update on the boys. As for me, I'll be headed back to work sometime this month, or whenever the great government of Canada stops sending cheques.
