I hate those days when you just know that you should have stayed in bed because it's only going to get worse as the day progresses. It was one of those days. I would have stayed in bed but my suddenly less than cherubic one year old decided to herald the morning by throwing up all over the sheets. The rest of the day was pretty much the same. Lexi spend most of the day crying, only being consoled by nursing. Normally this isn't a problem, but when your digestive system has turned into Mt. Vesuvius it's not so pleasant. Then to top of the day, as I was walking into Safeway to pick up some much needed groceries some little kid (who shall henceforth be referred to as the spawn-child) pointed directly at me, turned to her brother and said "See that lady....she's ugly!!" I kid you not. WTF?? Who says things like that??!! Maybe I really should have stayed in bed.

It's finally official. We are definately moving. To be honest though, it doesn't seem like a reality as of yet. Things have been so crazy with trying to get the basment finished and keeping small fingers out of dry wall mud and rotating saw blades that I haven't really had time to think or process any of it. I'm not exactly sure when we are leaving...coming....going... but I'm thinking sometime around Thanksgiving or possibly as late as Christmas. It will all depend on Edmonton's insane real estate market. Perhaps one day real soon I will have time for a real update.

This is what happens when your husband lets your daughter pick out your birthday cake

Trent took Tatyanna and Skylar in to Dairy Queen with him with the objective of buying my birthday cake. Yanna took one look at this gem of a cake and refused to consider any others....because "mommy like bunny hops" you know....