Lexi has discovered a new game. Normally, I can appreciate something like this. This time, notsomuch. I will admit that it was kind of cute the first time and maybe even the second time. But it's starting to get a little old really fast. It also leaves me re planning my day simply to avoid said game.

What is the new game you ask? It begins with Lexi standing at the laundry room door with a glint in her eye that can only mean that havoc is about to ensue. She then yells "Soccer pets!!!!" and runs into the laundry room kicking over the piles of clean laundry, giggling at their unfortunate demise...perhaps a little drunk on her own power and mastery over the wobbling towers of clothing (yes, I like to pile them high, it's my own personal game). Then, she runs out and it is over as quickly as it started, leaving me sitting there staring at the wake of destruction, shaking my head and wondering what just happened.

On a totally an unrelated note, the spell checker on this program felt that perhaps the word notsomuch should be replaced with the word nudism. As much as I can appreciate nudism, I'm not sure that it would be appropriate in this place. Thanks anyway spellchecker.

You know you need a night out when....

-the only peaceful cup of coffee you have is in the bathtub...with your two younger kids and a collection of floating farm animals

-you actually take your two year old out wearing a plush unicorn costume....with wings...because at least it means she's finally wearing something

-you find yourself saying things like: "I'm sorry that you flushed Pooh (as in Winnie) down the toilet but he's not coming back"
"I know you're being very gentle but I don't think the puppy likes it when you pet him with the hammer"
"The rule in this house is no hitting but if you're determined to beat the crap out of each other...do it civilly...the swords are on the mantle"

More life lessons......

5. The day you work really hard cleaning the house and doing laundry and dealing with cranky and children and are so tired that you can't wait to crawl into bed somewhere in the early hours of the morning is also the day that you find that your child, who has fallen asleep in your bed, has also peed all over your favourite comfy sheets.

Life lessons learned over the past week...

1. Just when you think your child's current medication is truly terrible, her pediatrician will change the prescription to double the amount of an even worse tasting substance

2. The person with the bare feet always finds the dog poop in the dark

3. The moment you are done killing all the flies in the house a child will then leave the back door open as they run out to play.

4. People with crocheted afghans in the rear window of their cars always drive VERY slowly.

the dog days of summer....

Perhaps it was a combination of heat and stress finally causing my brain to crumble in on itself thus rendering any sort of logical thought process obsolete. Perhaps it was a sense of guilt on my husbands part that caused him to agree so quickly. It might have been the fact that the moment we arrived at the farm we were instantly greeted by swarm of wiggling puppies, each of them looking up at us with their liquid puppy eyes and a sense of expectation of fun things to come. Up until that moment Trent and I thought that we were "just looking"....that we would be able to drive away empty handed if we so desired. But one look at Tatyanna, sitting in the dirt surrounded by a mass of black and white fur and we knew that our immediate future would involve sleepless nights, ruined shoes and shouts of "NO!!! OUTSIDE!!" followed by a hasty mopping up of whatever mess was left behind. As she sat there, the look of awe and the sparkle in her eye was reminiscent of a little girl that I haven't seen in quite some time and miss dearly. How could we say "no" really?

Unfortunately when we asked what she thought, her answer was "2 puppies!!!" and we left the farm 2 dogs richer with that vague feeling of "what did we just get ourselves into??"

Since then, life has settled down once more into its usual state of elevated chaos. The older two weren't upset that we took the liberty of making such a "monumental decision" without their presence and were quite excited to chose names for each of the dogs. Keirnan, the car fanatic, named the little black puppy Shelby, after the Mustang. She has a "racing stripe" so he felt that it would be an appropriate name. Sharing a name however, is where the similarity ends as this Shelby has a physique more comparable to an army tank and would prefer to laze in the sun than race around the back yard with her feistier sister. Skylar named the black and white puppy with the border collie like markings. We were a little concerned at first because she has some truly bizarre naming tendencies but after we all vetoed the name Ivanna, she settled a more fitting Feya; which she stuck with even after finding out that it was Hebrew for "poufy". It will be interesting to see how this all goes. It's been a while since we've had a puppy in the house.

You know it's bad when your husband notices that his own mother is completely ignoring you. This weekend can not be over soon enough.

Another day, another trip to the pediatrician, another medication to try.

Seizure count: lost track after 40 both today and yesterday. *sigh*

It's kind of disturbing how one can go from being an awesome mom to one deserving of little more than a good tar and feathering. Friday night, I rocked. I don't have a problem saying it. I even patted my own back for this one....I was discreet about it, of course. Friday, Trent and I had a "date night" with our son. (We were orginally supposed to take Skylar as well, but she opted to stay with the younger two for some "grandma time".) We went out for appetizers at a local upscale establishment and tossed in some creme brule for good measure. We then spent the rest of the evening at the Harry Potter book release. We had a blast checking out the various costumes and listening to the band and discussing what we thought would happen in the final installment of the series. After surveying the scene for some time I made an educated guess as to where exactly the pre-order line up would be starting. With fingers crossed, and whispering urgent prayers I casually suggested that we relocate to a new vantage point. If I was right, it would put us exactly where I thought they would be doing the pre-orderd transactions; if I was wrong, it meant leaving our place near the beginning of a line up that was already nearing the end of the block. My guess work paid off and we ended up a the very front of the line up. Keirnan was giddy with anticipation, you could feel the excitement. I think it might have been better than Christmas. The media got ready, the last few seconds were counted down and there was a flurry of picture taking while he handed over the ticket and received the first book sold in our city. It was one of those moments that you don't forget. It was pretty cool.
Fast forward to tonight. The magic of the Harry Potter moment has faded. *insert groan here* The once cool mom has just realized that she has forgotten that her son had a birthday party to go to this afternoon. It was her son's best friend's birthday. Said son does not make friends all that easily and this is only the second party he's been invited to all year. Mere words to not describe how utterly and completely wretched I feel at this moment. Despite all the stress that we've been going through, there are no excuses. I can not believe that I just did that.

Important Service Announcement

Beginning tonight there will be a media ban in our household. Said ban will take place until such a time as I have completed reading the much anticipated final installment in the Harry Potter series. This ban will include mainstream television, radio, newspaper as well as all major internet sites that are "news-y" in nature.

Also, please take note that general household duties will most definitely be neglected and meal preparation will be sketchy at best. Please consider yourselves warned. I have given you plenty of time to stock up on things such as trail mix, beef jerky and fruit snacks. If you are not considered a regular household dweller and decide to "pop in for a visit" conversation will most likely consist of noncommittal grunts from behind the book cover. Please help yourself to the fridge. You could perhaps also watch some Discovery Civilization or TVO Kids. The space channel is also on the safe list. Housework is also much appreciated, please feel free.

Plague and pestilence upon the household of anyone who attempts to ruin the ending for me.

I thank you for your co-operation and understanding the importance of this matter.

The Management


Tonight Trent and I will take the older two kids to the Harry Potter release party. We are all much excited about this event....I am hoping that it will somehow make up for our attempted camping trip. I'm sure I will write about it eventually but until then, content yourself with knowing that we arrived home at 7:00 this morning with the vow that we will NEVER go camping again.

Happy Birthday!!

In 2 short years you've gone from being a rather large baby with a small personality to a tiny little girl with a personality that's larger than life. You are known as the girl with a thousand faces and it's often more fun watching you watch a movie than actually watching what's playing on the t.v. itself. You are quick with hugs and kisses and adore your big brother and sisters but make it very clear to them what you feel is your personal property or space. "I no like it" and "This mine...no...no....you git!!!" are frequently heard phrases. You have, in fact, been known to climb onto your chair at dinner and lecture the table filled with family and friends about some random subject. The finger wagging and vaguely italian accent make it all the more endearing. You love animals and would quite happily spend your time sitting between Winston's large paws or feeding treats to your "phee-ya". You make sure to remind her every time that biting your foot is not allowed. I believe the finger wagging in this case is lost on the horse but it looks really effective. If an animal is not present for you to play with, you are not above pretending to be a puppy/kitty/bunny etc yourself and I often have to drag you out of the dog bowls and empty your mouthful of kibble into the garbage. Yes, I do have pictures....and yes, they will probably surface at your wedding. You also love to grab me by the necklace say "come on puppy" and attempt to drag me around the house. I must say, I much prefer it when you are the puppy as hardwood floors are less than comfy.

The last 2 years have been a blast getting to know you and watching your personality grow and develop. You have a unique zest for life and can make even the most melancholy person smile. I can't wait to watch you grow* up into the awesome little person that I know you will be.

*We are optimistic that you will actually grow in stature at some point. You are currently wearing a size 12months in clothes and still fit the diapers and onesies that I bought before you were actually born!

see mom, i did grow up

T and I got tickets to the Loreena Mckennitt concert in September. It will be my first non-punk concert. I'm thinking that the old standard of ripped fishnets, ratty ramones t-shirt and knee high dr.martens won't be acceptable attire this time. At least it will take me less time to do my hair.

I'm not sure if I should be concerned or not with your decision to forgo a traditional birthday party in favour of playing some Starcraft RPG with a bunch of grown-ups or not. You knew that it would mean less presents, but that didn't seem to bother you. I've got to say that I'm kind of impressed...but not surprised. You're really starting to grow up and you realized that a night of fun with friends and family outweighs gifts that will soon be forgotten. You might be on the verge of outgrowing me, and I realize that my continually pushing on your head probably isn't going to work, but in some ways you'll always be the little boy with a big "hockey player" smile and non-stop chatter. You were my first baby and you taught me so much. It was you who really taught me the meaning of words like love and sacrifice. The moment I first held you, I knew instantly that there was nothing that I wouldn't do for you. That I would always be there, no matter what. I know that things haven't really been easy over the last few years and I appreciate that you've hung in there. We've moved more than most military families during your life and I know how hard it is to make to friends. Thanks for understanding the "why's and doing your best to adapt. You have a pretty cool group of friends now, and I get a kick out of the constant emails and msn messages. I've got to say it, you are an awesome big brother. I remember when you were 2 and I brought S home. You were patient at first, believing perhaps, that someone would be coming to pick her up shortly. When it became apparent that we would keep her you were horrified. You've come a long way since those days. The way your two little sisters light up when they see you makes that apparent. I appreciate the time that you spend patiently playing with them. MIster pony and extreme kitty.....the hours spent on the my little pony website.....You have no idea how much I appreciate it...really....You don't realize it now, but you're teaching them alot about relationships and how to be treated. I'm really proud of the individual you are becoming from your never ending quest to keep learning to your sensitive, lookin out for the little guy nature and I just wanted to say Happy Birthday buddy! I love ya!

Since diagnoses are kind of like Lay's potato chips, in that you can never have just one, Yanna's recent trip to the pediatrician yielded us with another diagnosis....epilepsy. The EEG report indicated that she has been suffering from left side posterior temporal and occipital complex partial seizures. Try saying that one 5 times quickly. While it wasn't exactly what we were hoping to hear, it didn't come as a surprise either. And because seizuring brains are not happy brains, she was given a prescription for Tegretol in an attempt to control the irregular electrical activity. The pediatrician admitted that he wasn't entirely thrilled with this diagnosis and felt that she could potentially be difficult to treat. Not exactly words every mom hopes to hear. Given the nature of the seizure activity and the fact that they are occurring in two different lobes of her brain, the chances of being able to control them in the long term with just one medication is extremely small. We are probably looking at using a combination of ever changing drugs to keep the seizures at bay. It's funny, in the doctor's office, I went into my old "nursing student mode". I asked my questions, got the treatment plan and left the office planning to consult with Dr. Google and numerous other more reliable medical sources once I arrived home. There was no emotional response. It was what it was...could be better could be worse. It wasn't until that evening when I picked up the bottle filled with tiny white pills that the impact of everything really hit. My hands were literally shaking as I handed her the first of what will be many and encouraged her to chew it up in a voice that overly cheerful. Normally I try to treat things as naturally as possible. The human body has amazing healing capabilities and it drives me nuts when people run to the pharmacy for antibiotics or pills for every single ailment. I would prefer to seek the advise of a homeopath before a standard western physician but this time, I feel that I have no real choice. There are no effective natural treatments. There is no "wait and see". There are no herbal remedies with a minimum of side effects. I have no choice but to take my daughter and embark on a sea of chemical cocktails and hope for the best. The thing that pains me the most is that this shitty alternative is the best I can offer my little girl.

And on a completely different note, we are now entering the fun-filled, always entertaining potty learning stage again. Good times to be sure...filled with many stories perfect for blackmailing unruly teenagers. Tonight Lexi announced that she had to "go potty" and quickly made her way to the fancy kid sized, music playing potty sitting on the deck. I've never used one of these with previous kids and kind of think they're silly, but at 20lbs soaking wet, Lexi could pretty much swim in a standard size toilet. After a few minutes I could hear her jump up and say in very animated voice "Yay! I did it, I did it! I pooped onna potty!!" and before I could even turn from the stove where I was making dinner she ran over, held up her hand and announced, "SEE??!!"

Since diagnoses are kind of like Lay's potato chips, in that you can never have just one, Yanna's recent trip to the pediatrician yielded us with another diagnosis....epilepsy. The EEG report indicated that she has been suffering from left side posterior temporal and occipital complex partial seizures. Try saying that one 5 times quickly. While it wasn't exactly what we were hoping to hear, it didn't come as a surprise either. And because seizuring brains are not happy brains, she was given a prescription for Tegretol in an attempt to control the irregular electrical activity. The pediatrician admitted that he wasn't entirely thrilled with this diagnosis and felt that she could potentially be difficult to treat. Not exactly words every mom hopes to hear. Given the nature of the seizure activity and the fact that they are occurring in two different lobes of her brain, the chances of being able to control them in the long term with just one medication is extremely small. We are probably looking at using a combination of ever changing drugs to keep the seizures at bay. It's funny, in the doctor's office, I went into my old "nursing student mode". I asked my questions, got the treatment plan and left the office planning to consult with Dr. Google and numerous other more reliable medical sources once I arrived home. There was no emotional response. It was what it was...could be better could be worse. It wasn't until that evening when I picked up the bottle filled with tiny white pills that the impact of everything really hit. My hands were literally shaking as I handed her the first of what will be many and encouraged her to chew it up in a voice that overly cheerful. Normally I try to treat things as naturally as possible. The human body has amazing healing capabilities and it drives me nuts when people run to the pharmacy for antibiotics or pills for every single ailment. I would prefer to seek the advise of a homeopath before a standard western physician but this time, I feel that I have no real choice. There are no effective natural treatments. There is no "wait and see". There are no herbal remedies with a minimum of side effects. I have no choice but to take my daughter and embark on a sea of chemical cocktails and hope for the best. The thing that pains me the most is that this shitty alternative is the best I can offer my little girl.

And on a completely different note, we are now entering the fun-filled, always entertaining potty learning stage again. Good times to be sure...filled with many stories perfect for blackmailing unruly teenagers. Tonight Lexi announced that she had to "go potty" and quickly made her way to the fancy kid sized, music playing potty sitting on the deck. I've never used one of these with previous kids and kind of think they're silly, but at 20lbs soaking wet, Lexi could pretty much swim in a standard size toilet. After a few minutes I could hear her jump up and say in very animated voice "Yay! I did it, I did it! I pooped onna potty!!" and before I could even turn from the stove where I was making dinner she ran over, held up her hand and announced, "SEE??!!"