My son, the comedian

So, it's been a while since I posted. I think about writing and in fact have been writing blog posts in my head but have been too 'tired' to actually put word to 'paper' for the last few months. It has been the most trying winter I have ever had, both physically and mentally. I don't know what I was thinking but while I have been suffering with a very bad case of gallstones (sending me to emergency about 5 times since June of last year), we decided to also take on a renovation. Naively, I figured it would go smoothly in the hands of the seemingly competent people we hired. It did not....but I won't get into that. The bulk of the renovation finished just in time for me to head into the ol' hospital for surgery to remove my faulty gallbladder. That decision in itself weighed very heavy on me and I haven't been the most happy person to be around.


Anyhow, I am 3 weeks post-op and feeling relatively positive, although I have had a bit of a setback that I hope can be sorted out soon...bah! I am told it is not too invasive, although I will have to go back to the damn hospital to be put under again. Anyways, with spring in the air, a new hair cut - got myself some bang action after having a part in the middle for probably about 10 years - and some lovely blond and brown highlights (I finally realized that the grey hair wasn't going to magically disappear), I feel like a new person and am ready to be healthy and active again. The weather appears to be heading towards getting better and I'm hoping spring is going to spring...er, spring has sprung since I am tired of the cold, rainy weather. I will take warm rainy west-coast weather over cold any day...preferably with a sprinkling of sunshine : )

On Thursday I managed to get the boy out for an afternoon jaunt on the bus. He has been asking us for months to take him on a bus ride and we kept saying we would do it one day. I realized that it wasn't good enough to just keep saying 'one day' and really not fair to him, so on the spur of the moment, I looked up the bus schedule to go to Chapters, and away we went.


You see, we also have a good behaviour incentive program going with him whereby he earns a sticker if he has mostly good behaviour all day (can't expect a 4 year old to have good behaviour 100% of the time). Once he reaches five stickers he gets a predetermined award. Last week the award was a new book, so I figured why not have a bit of an adventure on the way to the book store. It was really great. He sat in quiet awe and watched with interest as more and more people got on, that was until a very different looking elderly lady sat across from us. She was a bit of an odd ol' gal and was staring at Bubble with not even a whiff of a smile, just staring. 


 My sweet little son, who is used to people smiling at him (at least I think that is why he said this), queried out loud to me 'why does her face look like that mommy?'. I don't believe she could hear him (noisy bus etc.), or maybe that is just what I told myself to keep from jumping out the window, but he did keep repeating the question so who knows. My strategy at first was to ask him questions back while trying in vain to distract him until he finally asked a question I could answer 'why isn't her face smiling?'. He was surprisingly satisfied with my question back to him...'Bubble, do you smile all of the time?, how about Mommy, does Mommy smile all of the time?'...to my absolute shock, his answer was 'yes I smile lots and Mommy, you do, you smile at me all the time'. Holy cow!! Despite me feeling like a horrible, grumpy, impatient mommy over the last few months, he doesn't see it that way. 


Oh, I love that boy. He is a really honest little soul and that just made me burst with happiness...And, thankfully the bus ride came to an end by this point too so there was no risk of more related queries about the big staring-eyed, expressionless lady. 
See a photo of Bubble waiting for the bus after the jump!

Bubble waiting with momma patiently at the bus stop

The comedy continued that evening when in his bed he said to me 'mommy, I made a good decision, I'm not going to chew my nails or pick my nose anymore'. 'Oh Bubble, that's a great decision honey, I'm proud of you...goodnight, see you in the morning!'. I go to close the door and this little gem comes out...'but mommy, what do I do with the booger on my finger? I need to wash my hand'. I, choking back a laugh and figuring he was just using yet another ploy (as he does regularly), not to go to sleep, say, 'just wipe your finger on your shirt' (I know, gross but just a quick reaction without much thought to the permutations). To which he responded, 'but mommy, it's a ball booger'. Well, I couldn't contain the laughter with that little zinger. I conceded and got him a tissue and a damp cloth...then proceeded to laugh like I haven't laughed in a while, pretty much on and off for the remainder of the evening.


Little baby Bean brightens our days as well.  She is a VERY happy and very industrious little girl.  She plays and talks to herself contentedly for most of the day. She has found her voice, started to eat, dances to music (so darn cute I want to eat her up) and LOVES her brother. They play chase games together and Bubble still loves to smell her little head. We are head over heels in love with both our little monkeys...life is sweet!