Wednesday, March 20, 2013

A hazy shade of winter

Didn't write last night due to the ongoing struggle to keep the toddler in her bed. We've come up with a strategy that seems to be gradually working but this whole process is proving to be very difficult on all of us. Sleep issues are the PITS, y'all.

Especially when the weather has been this awful. Today is supposedly the first day of spring but it's 28 degrees right now (Fahrenheit, not Celsius) and we got another inch of snow overnight, on top of the several inches that were already there. It has been a hard winter and I am really feeling it. If I didn't have so many damned responsibilities I would totally pack up and take off for Cancun right now.

I hope you're all doing better than I am right now!

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Send help

Somebody please remind me why I thought it was a good idea to transition Ellie to a big girl bed. Because I honestly cannot remember and so far it has been a nightmare.

We put her to bed nearly two hours ago, which was already an hour past her bedtime, since we thought that if we got her good and tired she'd be more likely to stay in her bed. We were wrong. We have spent this entire two hours walking her back to her bed over and over and over. SuperNanny says that after doing this a few times they will get the picture and stay there. SuperNanny has clearly never met my child. Either that or she is just a big fat liar.

Somebody tell me that she will eventually get the picture, because my mental health is already a little fragile and this might just break me. 

ETA: While I was writing this, Mr. Canuck laid himself down on the bed and sang to her until she fell asleep. This took all of ten minutes, probably because she was beyond exhausted by that point. At least she's asleep now.

Saturday, March 16, 2013

I suck

Haha, two days in to my "writing every day" goal and I've already missed a day. This is entirely typical of me.

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Practice makes perfect

I am doing more writing that I am actually getting paid for, which is awesome, but the problem is that writing does not come easily to me. It is like pulling teeth, to be honest. And I figure that the more I do it, the easier it will get, right? So I'm going to use this here blog as my practice vehicle. I'm going to try to put something here every day, or at least most days, even if it's just a couple of sentences. Because not only do I need the practice, but I'm not doing anywhere near enough creative things lately and I don't want my brain to atrophy.

So, since this started out as a mommy blog (and dear God do I hate that phrase), here are some stories about Ellie. If you are friends with me on Facebook then you have already heard these stories, but they are super cute so tough noogies.

I will start with the gymnastics debacle. There is this thing here in Canada called March Break, where all the kids are off school and a surprisingly large number of the parents go on vacation too, and lots of stuff is closed. This is very strange to me as an American, since as far as I know we don't really have anything like that. There is spring break, sure, when the college kids go crazy, but the rest of us pretty much stay sane.

Anyhow, this week is March Break, and Ellie's gymnastics studio is closed all week. I, however, forgot about this (see above, where I barely even know that March Break is a thing) and took her to gymnastics anyway. I was just about to get her out of the car when I finally realized why it was so easy to find a parking spot and felt like a tremendous doofus. Ellie adores gymnastics and was super excited about going, so I felt awful telling her that Mama made a mistake and we couldn't go in after all. She cried most of the way home. I told her, "Honey, I'm so sorry, Mama made a dumb mistake," and she replied, "No, Mama, you made a BIG mistake!" And a little while later I heard, "Mama, are you still sorry?" Two and a half years old and she's already learned the power of the guilt trip.

The other story involves facial hair. Mr. Canuck grew a mustache for Movember and Ellie was fascinated with it. He also likes to give her "whisker seeds," where he rubs his scratchy chin on her face and pretends that this will make her grow whiskers. She adores this, and has recently started announcing that she is going to grow a beard and a mustache. And since her favorite color is purple, she is going to grow a purple beard and mustache. We tell her how pretty that will be and how we can't wait to see it.

Life with a two-year-old is pretty awesome.