It's Official... I'm a Mother-in-Law!

Well, I suspected this day would come, but frankly, I didn't think it would come this soon.  My little girl went out and got hitched yesterday!  Ahhh... they grow up so fast, don't they?

It was a simple wedding.  She and her groom decided on a wedding at the beach.  Of course, Kaycie's best friends wouldn't have missed it for the world and snagged some sweet front row seats in the sun:

Their designer beach hats went perfectly

with their fancy shoes.

The ceremony was beautiful, of course, but nothing compared to how stunning my little girl was.  The bride wore pink, of course, and just like her BFFs, Kaycie would have nothing but the most gorgeous wedding shoes for her big day.  With a tiara to top off her perfectly coiffed sunhat, and a rainbow necklace, she was a sight to see:

And the bouquet!  How could I forget.  Well, our blushing bride was very particular about her bouquet.  Despite my suggestions that she could pick something a little less "seasonal", artificial poinsettias it was!  You never know... she may be starting a trend!

After the ceremony, both she and her groom were anxious to show off the wedding ring... I must say, her sweetie picked the perfect ring.  :-)

After all was said and done, Kaycie and her hubbie, Dr. Hook (Ken and I thought his name was "Bear", but what do we know?!) walked away hand in hand, anxious to tell our cat, Gypsy (who you can't really see in this picture), the good news.

After the big event was over, I asked Kaycie why she thought grown ups got married, and she said, "They get married so they can do this..." and she puckered up her lips and made a big, smacking "mmwahh!"

I totally love her so much!

A Double-Double And A Confession, Please.

Today I went through a Timmy's drive-thru and with my order I asked for 3 timbits for my daughter.  When I pulled up to the window to pay and to get my coffee and timbits, the cashier leaned out the window and announced to me with a big smile on her face:

"I ate a whole box of 20 timbits all by myself in one sitting yesterday".

I felt like I could have heard crickets chirping in that moment if I had listened hard enough.  I had no idea what to say to that!  Turns out, I didn't need to worry about that for too long... she then told me that she'd been having a down day yesterday, that she had been crying all day, and she just buried her sorrows in that 20-pack and never looked back.  I still didn't know quite what to say, so I smiled and said something about a good cry never being complete without timbits and went on my way.

I did feel sorry for this woman, and I hoped that the timbits brought her some sort of sugary inner peace.  Her drive-thru true confessions session with me got me thinking about something, though.  How many of us would be willing to confess to someone else an embarrassing binge fest devoid of self restraint?

I will step up to the challenge and say that I ate the entire bag of oreos that my sister brought me at the hospital when I had just delivered my daughter.  AND I ate them all in the amount of time it took me to read the collection of celebrity gossip magazines that accompanied them.  AND I am 90% they were double-stuffed oreos.  I say this with only a bit of guilt because I knew at the time that I was being ridiculous, but I had also just created a human being, so I kind of thought I deserved them.  :-)

So... can anyone out there top a box of 20 timbits or a bag of oreos?  No judging... I promise! 



She's Crafty

I'm a night owl... big time.  I do everything after 10pm... grocery shopping, cleaning, emails, bills... and making fun stuff!  Every few years I'll go through a spurt of manic crafting, where I'm up late into the night crafting away at some new project hoping I won't get caught by my husband.  This may sound strange, but I can explain. 

My husband is much, much more sensible about sleep than I am.  I've always wished I was more sensible about sleep, but I just can't seem to help myself.  I find that when I fall into one of my craft-till-you-collapse phases, I hear myself saying crazy things to Ken like:

"I promise, I'll come to bed soon... I just need to cut out 5000 2"x2" squares of scrapbooking paper" or, 

"I swear, I'll be there in 10 minutes... I just need to put 5 coats of sealant on this thinger." or,

"I know that it's 11 o'clock and you're tired, but is there any way you could do me a teensy favour and take me out to the garage and show me how to use the miter saw so I can cut about 18 equal sized cubes from this 4x4?" 

At which point Ken's eyes bulge out and he attempts to explain to me that we have neighbours who might not understand my obsessive need to have these cubes cut so close to midnight, and can he please show me how to use the saw tomorrow, and please try to come to bed soon... he misses me after night four of Craft Marathon 2010. 

So, I send him off to bed, promising to be there soon, and then try to focus on just getting one more part of my project done so I can go to bed too. 


...and then I think I can squeeze in one more step.

...and then I realize that if I do this other thinger, I might not have to stay up so late the next night.  If I work fast, I can sneak into bed while Ken's asleep and he'll never be the wiser!

...and then it's 3am and I jump a FOOT off my chair as I hear footsteps coming my way and then see Ken's tired eyes looking at me from the staircase.  Busted!  I drop everything and come to bed.


I should say... I have a great husband.  He totally gets me and understands my wacky ways, but the poor guy doesn't want to sleep alone for the rest of his life either!

Soooo.... this all leads me to my latest crafting adventure.  I saw the cutest handmade laundry room sign on another blog called How Does She? and I was dying to make it.  I didn't know where to get a wrought iron hanger for it, and I don't own one of those snazzy craft cutting machines, but I was determined that I could still make one.

And I did!  I am soooo proud of this sign! Check it out:

I have 'loads of fun' staring me down as I type this.

Yes, yes... I see you.  I'll deal with you later.

Isn't it cute!?!  I figured out that I could just cut my scrapbooking paper to fit my printer and print the words right on the paper instead of using the vinyl pre-cuts, and I just bought a cabinet handle from Rona and used it instead of tracking down a blacksmith to make me a wrought iron hanger.

I am SO proud of this sign!

Anyway, I should mention that it's a good thing I'm a night owl some nights.  The only reason I'm able to sit and leisurely write this blog post this morning is that both of my kids are still asleep and it's almost 10am. 

Why, you ask?  Because last night was an epic night-long symphony of the never-ending cries of a teething baby, regular bizarrre calls into the night from our 3 year old (my favourite was the 3am request that Ken go and put our Christmas tree up), and the frustrated sighs of my husband who, like the good guy that he is, teamed up with me to make it through the night.

Ok... off to deal with my 'loads of fun'!

Ou est la blog?

I recently updated my Facebook status with a little snippet about my daughter: 

Kaycie is at such a funny age. Today we were practising rhyming by singing "Down by the Bay". Kaycie's 'rhyming' contribution to the song was: "Did you ever see a lady eating out of some kid's dirty car seat.... down by the bay". Further work on rhyming is needed! (I also see a car seat cleaning session in our future too!)

"Ou est la blog?" my good friend Faiza (who has a fantabulous blog called It's Gonna Be a Lovely Day) posted underneath my status update.  It was about 2 months ago that Faiza had come over for dinner and piqued my interest in blogging.  She encouraged me to keep it simple. 

As is my nature, I immediately complicated it!  I surveyed my friends to see if I should go for it.  I harrassed my husband nightly about what the blog should be about.  I started a spreadsheet of possible blog topics.  Oh yes... it's in my nature to complicate.

After much nudging from other friends, and after many days of agonizing over what to call this blog, I read Faiza's response to my status update and said to myself, "what the flippity floo am I going to call this blog!?!" after which I said to myself, "heeeyyy!"

I have been overthinking this blog waaayyyy too much and so I'm finally just jumping in, throwing caution to the wind, and declaring that this blog will have no theme at all!  It is just going to be my dumping ground for whatever!

So, ou est la blog?  La blog est ici!  (I am so super Frenchy!)