The summer heat, melts my innards

I know that most people wail and complain about the weather regardless of how much we wished it would be here. I've been waiting for summer so I can buy a little sandbox and a plastic pool for my son. Excitements in my veins I couldn't wait for the season! After all this is his first official summer, I don't count the last one since he was 4 months old, hardly old enough to do anything at all. I know all too well that he won't remember this summer, the rock/leaf/pine-cone/and other various collecting adventures to come, the fact that he's trying to eat sand, his first BBQ, etc. He won't remember but I will and the memories will be all the more cherished. It's easier to keep memories/thoughts/pictures thanks to the technologies of today. I no longer have to get my pictures developed out of a disposable camera, now I can upload them onto my computer or on the net. Diaries was something all so secretive and sacred, don't get me wrong I'm not saying it's no longer sacred, I've got one (although nothings written in it). Now it's very popular although it's not called a diary per-say it's a blog, now people of all ages can write down was they fell/believe/think/remember/imagine on the net. I've got to admit though I am sweating balls ... is that even possible for a women to do? Summer is a hot time, that reveals all my freckles and shows me oh so how out of shape I've gotten. My girls still call me skinny, my man says I've got a belly, which I don't like very much ever since I gave birth ... oh so wrinkly. All in all I hope for a memorable summer with my friends and close nit family. And A LOT OF EMBARRASSING PHOTOS TO USE AGAINST MY SON! ... When he gets a girlfriend that is, I am an evil mother ... who's exhausted and sick of the heat. The beginning is hard but the rest will be hell, I wish everyone the best of luck on your summer adventures, mine will be memorable.

Christmas Past

It's been nearly a year I've been waiting for Christmas to come. The day my son was  born I was so excited. Now nearly eleven months old he experienced his first Christmas. I was experiencing ulcers on the 25th he was fine and ready, he opened 5 gifts and left the rest to me. Although he can walk he received 3 walkers, what a joy. The sad part about Christmas is when it comes to sort through the toys. I don't want to insult someones gift by putting it away, but my living room is only so big. Christmas was definitely not what I was expecting, the tree was trimmed and white lights were hung around the house, music and Christmas cheer flooded the house and numerous Santas stalked people at every corner. My favorite of my three gifts this year is my coffee machine, that was bought by my ex/ baby's daddy. Although this year was fun, I was wondering. Why do kids seemed so scared of Old St-Nick? They become scared even before they hear of the tails of him creeping through the chimney and watching you while you sleep. Is it because of the weight issue? The non-grooming of facial hair? Or, perhaps they have a similar sense of danger like dogs have?  We will perhaps never know.

Happy holidays!