Moving On Over...

Hi Guys!
Massive apologies for the lack of posting here.  Things took a turn for the insane at work - which, while appreciated, was somewhat shocking.  I'd work all day, come home and hang with the boy, and then back to work when he went to bed.  It was somewhat crazy.

Because of that, I've made a decision to move the blog over full time to http://www.urbanmoms.ca/.  I just can't keep up with two separate blogs and I really admire what Jen and the team at urbanmoms are trying to do.  I know some of you awesome followers are dudes...but urbanmoms should really be urbanparents - there is something for everyone.  For you WTF people that followed me here - I hate to make you change that bookmark again, but I hope you will.

And for you new followers who found me on www.urbanmoms.ca/diy - rest assured, I'll be posting more often there - I just can't use the eff word much...well at all. 

Thanks guys - I really look forward to sharing more with you over the next few months and years!!! 

Someone call the whambulance...

It's Friday night and the house next door is rocking and rolling.  Super.  Will continues his habit of 'getting around' and is spending the night with his aunt so I can get some needed sleep.  Unfortunately the neighbours aren't complying and really can I complain about noise at 9:30 at night!?  Nope...they have an hour and a half.  I'm afraid if I complain, they might call the CAS for all the 'Will - get away from the TV' yelling that they hear!

I just got back from seeing The Blindside. Yes, I know sappy but we just wanted something mindless.  Let me tell you something.  Ever since I've had Will, I cannot watch movies with mothers and sons in them.  I become a blubbering mess.  Yes - I cried multiple times at the Blindside.  There was a scene in Precious that caused me to sob outright with my head in my hands.  Have you seen it?  It's the scene where Precious is swimming with her son and she pulls him out of the water and he's wearing the bathing suit that Will wore all summer long.  (Yup tearing up right now).

These wailing episodes are in stark contrast to one I had just before Christmas.  Will and I were walking through my old neighbourhood where I grew up and I saw a man putting up Christmas lights.  His son came running out of the house 'dad, dad, can you take a break now?'  That was all I needed.  I lost it.  I kept pushing the stroller and I was crying and apologizing to Will for all the things that I couldn't give him - you know, the father, the beautiful home on a street where there aren't random couches sitting for weeks outside of people's houses?!

Then - as totally hokey as it sounds - and remember I promised you honesty here - I saw Precious.  And it got me.  When she pulled that kid out of the pool, I was thinking that could be Will.  When they're babies, they're all the same - just born into different situations.  It gave me a reality check.  Will may not have a dad - so what some kids don't have either a mom or a dad; or they have parents who are dick heads.  We live in a beautiful home that I own, and where Will has a bed that is his. (oooh god I hope he gets an NFL scholarship like Big Mike!) We are pretty fucking lucky and THAT is why I cry at these cheesey movies now - because I get it and I wish everyone could be as fortunate as us.

I also wish these goddamn hormones would get in check because seriously - wah, wah, wah, enough with the crying already.  It's like I'm constantly watching that Canadian Tire commercial...you know where the kid wants the bike...oh god - here we go again. 

**all right that neighbour has 1 hour and 6 minutes**

Spreading the gospel...

Holy 'out of the frying pan and into the fire'!  Work has gone from a nice leisurely pace to full on - eyes bugging - 'mouse wrist' - and well, crazy.  I've also had a busy social life the last week or so - remember those?  All of which adds up to way too few blog posts from me this week!

I have a bit of exciting news to share with you....starting very shortly (maybe tomorrow??), I'm going to be blogging for urbanmoms!  I won't be giving up my blogging here because frankly I can't use the 'f' word over there so when I really need to vent, Where There's A Will will get the brunt of it!  I am really excited to be their 'single mom' blogger and I hope that all of you guys will check it out as well.  It may take me a bit to get in the swing, but I'm planning to contribute there on set days and here on set days so you'll know what to expect!  (I'm overusing !!!!)

I'm totally inspired to write my first entry for them on this book that I read about in the paper today that encourages women to 'settle' and stop being so picky.  Please imagine my face right now - my neck is sore from shaking it back and forth.  I'll let you know when it's up!

In the meantime, please enjoy this video of Will having naked time - because really, when doesn't a naked baby make you smile??



(if you're wondering about the original song 'Naked Time' in it....we've been singing it every night for 1.5 years.)

Does 'HUH' count as a word??

Whoa...Mama is tired.  Nothing to do with Will - nope, he's sleeping and he had a sleepover on Saturday night.  It's the damn Grammy's.  Why, why, why do I stay up for crap like that when I know I can watch every second on Youtube or the like the next day.  I know I'm tired because never, not once, have I left Will's toys all over the place before I go to bed.  Yet here I am, in my jammies, lying in my bed and downstairs has trucks all over the place.  I couldn't deal.  Before you go - 'whoa that chick is anal' - I'm not at all, I just made two vows to myself during my PPD - one was to make my bed every morning and the other was to clean up his crap every night.  Oh well shit happens...or 'poo happens' as one of Will's shirts says.

On Friday, I took Will for his 18 month shots.  It's so ridiculous.  I can watch myself get needles, like.. I have a weird thing where I like to watch myself get needles.  But not with him - nope - I can't look.  He doesn't give a crap, he doesn't even cry.  Anyway....at the end of the appointment my doctor asks me how many words Will has.  I just stopped and looked and said, 'well...two I guess.  Mama and hot.' (and no - he doesn't say hot mama...crap).  And my doctor stops dead and says, 'well he should have 50 by now, I have some concerns.'  WHAT??!?!  WHAT?!?!? 

Let me hit you with some honesty right now.  I'm competitive.  I'd like to think that I'm not competitive where Will is concerned, as in comparing him to other kids, but I do.  I will also admit, I want him to be smart and funny.  I want him to be cute.  I want him not to be a pain in the ass when we're out in public.  And...I want him to be talking if he's supposed to be talking!!  So of course, I race home and check my developmental checklists and it says twelve.  Twelve words buddy, not 50.  I'll give you twelve words doctor....don't tell a mother that her kid is fallling behind developmentally, fuck.  There's 12.

(Oh and I have to run now and rub the boys back again...let me say this, how come whenever you say something like 'my kid loves to go to sleep' you get jinxed but if you said 'I'm going to win the lottery' it'll never happen.  Will is teething again - argh).