Firebugs

Firework displays are in short supply around our town. Big city, yet barely do they do anything for fireworks. I mean we have a population of 300,000. You think someone, somewhere would consider it. Meh. Being that it was the May long weekend here in Canada, one of the few weekends we can blow things up to our hearts content LEGALLY, we were sure to take advantage. And blow up things we did.

I am happy to say my husbands eyebrows are still in tact.

Tea for two..or three...or more...

The girl has known since January that she was having a tea party to celebrate turning 4 in style. She gets her mind on something, there is no changing it. For the past few weeks, I have been scouring friends, family and second hand stores in search of all the elements to throw such a party. It was weeks of planning all for a two hour party that came and went so quick!! A BIG Thank you goes out to Miss B, who help set up and host. Fun was had by all, kids and adults alike.

Things I learned this past weekend:

• Even three and four years old will DEMAND a new dress to wear to a party. It does start young.


• Someones little girl sounds like Eorye, even when she is happy.


• That same little girl, really REALLY loves sugar cubes.


• Miss B is GREAT at hosting a tea party.


• Miss is very very patient when making little itty bitty sandwiches.


• Little boys can survive tea parties.


• All little girls (and boy) are adorable when they come for tea!


• You can pull off TWO parties in one weekend.


• My little girl is a great hostess.


• I would do it all over again, just give me a few weeks to recoup.
  

A Tea Party in Pictures

The lovely table ready for guests.

The Party Room.

Personalized Place settings even...

The girl getting ready. Very lady like no?

The Birthday Girl all dressed for Tea.

The lovely Miss B surviving er serving Tea.

Chocolate covered strawberries, veggies and dip and heart shaped sandwiches....the special touch.

Miss Micki! Did I dress up? You bet your biscuit I did.

Petite fours for cake...yum!

The dessert spread.

The take home goody bag.

Pin the tea cup on the lady...I am so proud how well she turned out!

I think I missed my calling as a party planner, no?

Happy Birthday Baby Girl.

Another day of reflection. My girl, my little goose, my funny girl turned four today. She is a blond, blue eyed, petite, lively little thing with flare for the dramatics.

You hear the saying Daddy's girl and often is it true. But unfortunate for my husband, that is not yet the case here. He dotes on her and sometimes he gives in a little too easy, but he has yet to steal her heart.

For you see, this little girls heart belongs to Mommy. She is a mommy's girl. Something rare, something special, and something I will cherish for as long as she allows it to be.

I know one day, she will be Daddy's girl......but I will always remember when she was just mine.

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Happy Birthday Goosie!!!

A mother's treasure is her daughter.

Easter Egg Snow Hunt, a new tradition.

Mother Nature...let me down....again. She seems to have a habit of that EVERY time we plan an outdoor event. She's got it in for me.

I had visions of little girls bouncing around the yard in their frilly easter dresses, carrying pastel coloured baskets, collecting eggs with little boys in their Easter best, tyring to out do the girls. Come on, anything for a great photo op!!! Instead, Mother Nature dropped the temperatures and threw some snow at us for good measure. She hates me.

Blasted Mother Nature. Maybe next year, she'll hear my pleas.

Churchisms

Sunday was communion at our church. We have a new minister who brings the all the kids down to take part in communion. Yes, a large group of 2 - 6 years old with little tiny glasses of grape juice. Never send your kids in white on communion days.

After church, we pile the kids in the van and head out to Nana and Papa's house for a visit. The kids start asking for a snack...

The boy: Mommy, can I have a snack...all I got a church was a tiny piece of bread.

The girl: well you don't want to be full when you walk with Jesus.

I love my kids!!!

Ultimate Blog Party Continues....

Welcome to our little Blog Party!!

The Dancing has started...lol

So I should probably write a little get to know me blurb for all the new faces popping in from the Blog Party. Here goes nothing. My name is Micki and I am a SAHM to three incredibly cute, witty and BUSY kids.

I used to work full time out of my home as an administrative assistant for a large local insurance company. After baby#2, we crunched the numbers, saw it was possible and I made the leap to a SAHM. Some days are easy, some are not, but I wouldn't have it any other way. My kids make me laugh daily and my blog gives me a place to record those silly moments. I don't publish everything I write. Somethings are just for them. There will be so many fun memories to share when they are older.


I have a very creative soul and I keep my mind bright with many, many hobbies. Photography, scrap booking, sewing, reading, blogging, being creative with Paint Shop Pro to name a few. Not that I have much time for them these days. But I do have a sewing workshop and I'm working towards selling my own custom children's clothes. WITH ALL MY FREE TIME. ha. With three kids and all those hobbies, plus the daily grind of life, you now know why this blog is called Too Friggin Busy.

Oh, and did I mention I also have a home daycare? lol

Peperoni is hazardous

The other day I went to a parent council meeting and since my husband was working, my parents graciously accepted my invitation to babysit. My brother came as well.

My parents ordered pizza for dinner as a treat. For the kids, they ordered pepperoni, mushroom and bacon. They served up the pizza and sat down to eat.

Everyone is happily eating away, then the girl leans over and says to her Uncle, (who she is convinced is a Pirate in REAL LIFE, by the way) :

Peperoni's hurt my nipples.

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WHAT???? Where in the world does she get this stuff? And don't you dare say its me!!! I mean, maybe there is some rare undiagnosed condition that causes crazy symptoms? Some weird allergic reaction to peperoni which cause nipple pain? No? You say I am stretching it a bit? Oh well, thought I'd give it a try.

I am sure her invitations to parties and play dates will be fewer and fewer, no?

Little Princess no more?

My little princess is apparently morphing into something else entirely.

During dinner, the girl, looks at me, big blue eyes sparkling and suddenly her mouth opens wide and out comes this thundering belch. The sound of which you would only expect to come from a much larger and mostly like male body. I stare at her, eyes wide from shock. I mean, how can a little girl be capable of such a sound??

We all know that she loves to curse like a sailor, see here, here and here. Now, thanks to the boy, the girl has learned to also belch like one.

I have this vision of the girl in her pink tutu, and dance slippers scratching her bum and letting one rip in dance class. Oh the horrah!!

Before and After

Well its been a crazy busy week. Trading Spaces lies. No one can get a room done in 48 hours. Their smoking crack. There's probably a team of 100 behind the scenes doing all the work. Meh.

There is still a few small things to do, that is if you consider painting ALL the trim and doors a small task. Hang a few more shelves and we're done. The girl is very happy. Its her princess room now. Very much a room fit for our little diva.

As promised, here are the pics. First, the colour was much MUCH MUCH uglier in person. My camera makes it look more aqua blue, but it was a deep disgusting aqua green. A really vile colour. I just have to say again, what was this woman thinking? Who paints their ceiling like this on purpose?? WHO DOES THAT????

I should have a contest. Betchya mine ceiling is uglier than yours!!!

This just hurts my eyes.

Wow, that felt good.

Viola!! It doesn't get any more girly girl than this.

I am going to paint a quote above the closet. Haven't decided exactly which one. Any suggestions?

Also, a big huge THANK-YOU goes out to my friend S.,who took pity on me and came over and helped with the painting. Yah, um sorry about the paint splatters. Ceiling paint really is that drippy!! But hey, the closet looks great!

We ended the evening with popcorn and a movie (that she brought, how cool is she!!) and complaining about our sore body parts.

So S, when are we painting your daughter's room? Or are you up for painting the other 10 rooms of mine?? Muahahahahaahahah!!!

Fire and Ice

Winter has arrived finally in its full "glory". I say that with the utmost sarcasm. We were hit with our first blizzard of the season, on Friday. Really, I would much prefer the kind from Dairy Queen. A skor one to be exact.

Friday morning we woke up to this:



It continued to snow for most of the day. Then while we ate supper, it was really bad. We couldn't even see the houses on our street.

Saturday started with a scary drive to take the girl to dance. ABS brakes kicking in every now and then. My stomach was a ball of knots by the time we arrived at the studio. It took twice as long to get there due to poor road conditions. Poor, more like horrible. But of course, the girl was her sweet patient self.

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The girl: MUUUUMEEEEEEEEEE, why is taking so long to get to dance. Why are we not there yet?

Me: Well the roads are slick and you have to be very careful, and drive slower to be safe.

The girl: Daddy should have drove then.

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Well thanks for that vote confidence for my driving skills. I really felt like telling her to drive herself to dance, but then she is only 3. To young to ride the bus?

The rest of the day was spent shovelling snow, running through snow, dusting snow off, dousing oneself in snow, snowballing others, digging snow out of the back of ones shirt, tobogganing down hills, wiping snow from one's eyes, wiping off puddles on wood floors, drying wet clothing, and making hot chocolate. Makes me tired just writing about it.

There's is no better way to spend a snow filled day of below zero temperatures, than by hanging out by the fireplace, with a nice glass of red wine, a warm blanket and a movie. While I was anti fireplace in the summer:

http://toofrigginbusymj.blogspot.com/2006/07/signs-signs-verywhere-there-are-signs.html

I am so over that now. Big fan of fireplace in winter, not so much in summer when the June Bugs visit.

But really, I would rather just move South and avoid the whole mess.

From Spring to Winter

This was Sunday......

This is today......

Snow has finally arrived.

Whoopeee.

You give what to your kids?

While playing with their new gigantic play kitchen (thanks Nana and Papa) on Christmas Eve, the following conversation was overheard:

the girl: honey, would you like some wine

the boy: No thanks, I don't want that

the girl: What the hell am I supposed to do with it then? Guess I'll just give it to the kids.


Disclaimer: We do NOT give our kids wine. No matter what she says.

She's a ballerina, its OFFICIAL.

Last Saturday, despite me being deathly sick AGAIN, I took Kelsey to dance an hour earlier. For the past four weeks or so she's been a crazed dancing machine practising "her" style of ballet all across the wooden floors of our house.

Up til now she was enrolled in a tots in motion class with is a combination of jazz and some ballet. Not really structured like ballet. There were about only 8 kids and one was a boy. She had lots of fun and did enjoy it, but she's been asking to just do ballet. So we did a test run in a ballet class. . She loved it. She wanted to switch over, so we did. Afterwards, I asked her what she thought of her new classmates and teachers.

The girl: I like it and there's no boys.

Apparently the girl believes boys shouldn't be in dance class. Who knew.

In her defence, the little guy in her class was really cute, but a dickens. He was more a disruption than anything.

The girl is serious about her dance.