Yup, it's true....

I'm going dark. My hair that is. I wore a wig on Halloween and everyone thought that it was my hair (yeah, they don't pay much attention apparently), but when they found out it wasn't, I was told I should go dark. I have contemplated dark since I found my first gray hair but haven't done it because, well, I'm partial to blonde. Very partial. I am kind of stuck without a choice, however. I have left my fried hair too long and now I want to shave it off so I don't have to see ALL THE GRAY. Seriously. There's SOOOOO much. I am NOT ready for all this gray. I need my hairdresser in the worst way, but I keep forgetting to book her for an outstanding colour that she always gives me. Soooooo, due to the fact that I've been having a terrible couple of weeks (work-wise) and I'm feeling completely beat-up and unappreciated, I needed a quick fix. So I picked up a brown colour and I am going for it. Who cares, right? It's just hair. AND it's gray. Double who cares. I will still book an appointment with my incredible hairstylist who will totally and completely understand (cuz she knows I'm a little off my rocker anyway, lol) and she will make me beautiful, no matter how I destroy my hair. (Thanks D, by the way...you ROCK).......................Thinkin I really like the change. Can't wait for the reactions!

On another note. I really miss the families that I had in the past! Sob Sob.

In the midst of moody Manitoba weather.......

Snow and icicles. I had to post this picture. It's a few days late, but it's still post-worthy to show our moody Manitoba weather. Within a 24 hour period we had rain, freezing rain, snow, ice pellets and sleet. At times the weather was simply balmy and I was able to pick the kids up from school wearing just a cozy knitted sweater. At the end of that day, I had to put on my winter gear.
So looking out my window, I found this picture amusing to some degree. I captured on film what some people would not believe if they didn't actually live in this province!

Sweet lil boy arrived just in time to be the most perfect Valentine! 5lbs 15oz, he is just perfect! I have waited many years for my girlfriend (whom I consider the sister I never had) to make me an Aunty! He was definately worth the wait! Welcome to the world my precious little nephew! Prepare to be spoiled! XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

Little Boy Update

So yesterday in all of my ranting about the trip to emerg, I forgot to mention how cranky the intake nurse was with me when she found out that my boy hasn't yet had his Kinder needle. She was NOT happy, to say the least. So she tells me that he needs his needle within 24 hours of this accident. Sooooooooo, the plan was going to be that I would call Public Health and get him in this afternoon. Problem solved, right? Well, not EVER with my youngest is a problem solved without complexity, in terms of his health. He broke out in a major fever through the night and was hallucinating. You see where this is going, right? He can't get his needle when he is sick, which is why we haven't had it done yet. He's been sick. Now, is this fever related to his accident (cranky nurse has me all freaked out now) or is this just pure coincidence? Or did he pick up something bad while visiting the oh-so-clean hospital? (If it's there, he'll get it, trust me). What to do, what to do?

Emergency

Yup. Just got home from Emerg. Today was just to quiet and relaxing, I suppose, so the boys decided that they needed to jazz things up a bit. It all started out as innocent wrestling with me saying "guys, find a better place to do that, there's not enough room in there and someone is going to get hurt". I used to think that mom's were clairvoyant. Well, kind of, I suppose. But mostly, if you're like me, you could throw up twice in your mouth just thinking about your child getting injured. I have experienced head injuries with both of these guys in the past. My oldest was so excited that I was home, he came running and when his feet hit the transition between carpet to lino, he went sliding....right into the edge of the wall. This one blead like crazy, but only required some glue. My youngest split his head open when he fell off of the top bunk and landed head first on the edge of a bookshelf. That was a doozy and was so horrible, in fact, that I had to leave him with my husband so that I could get myself together. Just when I thought that I could handle this one, the doctor showed me just how serious the injury was. It was deep to the bone. Yup. He does a good job when he hurts himself. So the wrestling got a bit carried away and he tried to crawl under the bed. I'm not sure, exactly, how it came to be that he lifted his head just in time to smash it on the edge of the metal frame, but in any event, he did. He is at a stage right now where he will run to his room and hold the door closed when he is hurt or mad. So this is what he did while his brother came and got me. (Reason #500ish why I don't EVER try and watch a movie). As he was explaining, brother was becoming hysterical, so I went to see if he was seriously hurt. He met me half way in the hallway, hand full of blood and a terrified look on his face. The rest is history. Out the door, (thank goodness we are all of 2 minutes away from the hospital) and to emerg. I can say that arriving in emerg with a child who is bleeding is taken vary seriously. We are (the 3 times I've been in this circumstance) seen immediately and the nurses are so, so kind.
My poor boy was so scared and I had a very hard time keeping myself collected. The tears were stinging the back of my eyes while he was literally screaming as they froze his wound.
It is a very frightening feeling when you see blood coming from your child. It's in that moment that you realize how fragile they are and how, sometimes as a Mommy, things are out of your control and you can't fix them. My world wouldn't work without either of my boys. Funny how, though I've only had these babes in my life for 8 & 5 years, I can't begin to imagine life without them and, God willing, I won't have to.
Parenting boys is a challenge. I wouldn't have it any other way, but somehow I am going to have teach these children that every time they act like "boys" it adds another gray hair to my already full head. Can't they just go and read? Maybe I should teach them to knit?