Sunday, October 30, 2011

just now

Jack was upstairs in the bathroom. He came down as I was in the midst of cleaning out the pumpkin for the jack-o-lantern.

Jack (on noticing that the top was off): Wow! Who did that?
ccap: I did, Jacky. I'm magic.
Jack: Wow!
Abby: Jacky, I'll let you in on a little secret. She's not magic.


my girl

Sometimes I focus too much on the whining.
Too much on the pestering.
Too much on the complaining.
Too much on the foot-stomping and the eye-rolling.

But, right at this moment she is putting together goody bags for her upcoming birthday party.
She is labeling each of the bags with the guest's name.
She has picked out a gift bag in each guest's favorite colour.

And earlier this week (all of her own accord) she made a craft necklace for her Auntie Corrie 'cause she knows her Auntie Corrie likes to do crafts. Bits and pieces of things she can take off the necklace to use in her crafts.

Sometimes I need to focus more on THAT.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Just now

Jack's hair is getting a little long (coming from a mom who loooooves a boy in a brushcut). This morning I thought I'd put a little styling product in it.

I approach Jack with the styling product on my fingers.

Jack: No! I don't want that in my hair.
ccap: Come on Jack, please?
Jack: Nooooooo.
ccap: But, Jack, it will make you look cute.
Jack: I don't want to be cute!

Monday, October 17, 2011

stating the incredibly obvious

Raising a son is soooooo different from raising a daughter. I have NEVER heard this come out of Abby's mouth:

I'm a monster flying horse.

Thursday, October 06, 2011


It's been a rough evening. Abby has been particularly whiny and grating on my nerves. After sometime of this I put my head down into my hands.

Abby: Mom. Don't cry.
ccap: Honey, it's EXHAUSTING when you're like this.
Abby: It's exhausting BEING like this.

And then, later when she sees me being slightly exasperated with Jack:

"I think it's hard being a parent. I don't think I want to be a parent."