Willy Nilly

I am truly a glutton for punishment. Seriously.

We are selling our house.
Not only are we selling but we moving in with my parents and building a new house.

I know. Strap on the straight jacket I'm officially a loony toon.

So, "little blue" is a cute house down from my...wait for it....wait...parents. I know, throw in a padded room for good measure.
It's 60 years old with an umbrella of trees and perfectly located kitty corner from a park.
Trees. It has trees. Lots of trees.
Sigh.
You cannot possibly underestimate the power of green. We have one itty bitty tree out front and 3 itty-er bitty-er trees out back. Now can I just say that a tree that is under 6 foot tall is not the best way to fend off the Alberta sun. Our backyard is a frying pan in the summer. HOT HOT HOT! Got trees? Done deal!

Back to little blue...my brother and dad are starting a home reno/developer business and I am their first client. They bought little blue and showed us the plans, we fell in love and wanted it. They (we) are gutting it, adding a level, wrap around porch, pillars...very Victorian-ish, very adorable, very me. The plan is make this house a keeper. Fingers crossed.

So we have to get our house ready to sell. Paint touch ups, spot clean the carpet (I say spot clean in that we will just aim for the big messes and skip over the barf, pee, dirty dog paws areas. Spot cleaning is easier than area cleaning. Note to buyer: clean carpets.) Another problem, how does one organise a Toys R Us home into looking trendy and hip? Imagine some poor bachelor, looking to buy his first house, stumbling onto this place...full on nursery complete with painted murals and every toy know to man all over the floor. Not so much of a "I could totally drink on the patio at night with the dudes" kinda ambience, right? Better hope for a cute couple with a wife that is ready to explode with child. Ya, ya. Our kind of people.

Anyways, the Real Estate agent will be here tomorrow to list. Good grief, how am I going to keep the house clean for the whole day? Seriously.

In other news...

Spent Sunday in bed with the barfs. No, not the glory of a great night out equals hangover kind of ill but more of the flu variety. Although! For the record, Kip and I did whoop it up Saturday night with a movie and drink date. A strawberry daiquiri bigger than a fishbowl...yummmmmmy....but certainly not hangover worthy. I was too full to get pissed.

So, I'm off to watch a new episode of some lame reality show. I am a reality show junkie. completely addicted.

byyyyye!

ps. The vision.

A taste of April

Clearly I do better when there is nothing to talk about. Give me a crazy month and I am immediately overwhelmed. So. I will give you a gist of my last few weeks but don't expect oodles of details. I am more of a Seinfeld kinda blogger....happy to write about nothing.

Shopping trip. Utter fun. I actually bought stuff for moi, ate/RELAXED in a restaurant without the virtual "Katie time bomb" ticking, sat in the car for hours on end without Dora in the background yelling..."Do YOU see the bridge? Where?", wore a bathing suit *gasp* and had a nice loooong hot tub....Ya, so lets just say it was a perfect "momma needs a break" kind of a trip.

Birthday. Katie is now TWO. TWO! So strange to say that because I've been using months for so long, thus "two" seems kinda plain to me now.
Her party was all about Dora. Dora cake. Dora balloons. Dora wrapping paper. Dora everything. She got a rock'n motorized car from her Grandma and Grandpa, loads of clothes, a few toys and the DVD, Nemo (which we have managed to watch no less than a thousand time already. "mine?"). She is officially The Most Spoiled Kid in Canada.
Kips dad and step mom came up from the States for the big occasion. So sweet of them! It gave Katie a chance to show off for some new faces and if it's one thing that Katie loves...its an audience!


We had a failed attempt at the whole Potty Training thing. I did the hoopla about the Dora panties, lured her with M&M's, got the book about about Dora on the potty...blah blah blah. Nothing. She wouldn't even sit on the damn potty for more than 2 seconds & peed 5 times in 1 hour ON MY CARPET. I left her in her dad's care while I went to the gym knowing full well that she'd be in a diaper when I returned. She was. Obviously she just isn't ready. Obviously we aren't ready either.
*note to self. Call carpet cleaners asap*

The Big Girl Bed transition was a much bigger success. Actually, I am surprised it went over as well as it did. All night I waited for the moment when I'd wake up to have her little face staring at me or hear the pitter patter of her destroying my house. Nope nothing. Score one for the parents!

Okay, okay. My kid beckons. Will save other events for future conversation.


Byeeeeeeee!