What does that say?

Hmm, I wonder what that word means?

Maybe, if I twiddle my bunchies it will help me figure it out.

or if I tug at them, it will come to me.

Oh well, I like the pictures just as much.

Sophie is still lovin' her books.

I'll try to post some video of Seb's reading (in English still but I bet that shifts in the next 2-3 months as he read his first sentence in French last week) but it usually fails or takes 20 minutes for a 38 second video....

More cutie-patootie for you

I have to admit that she is pretty photogenic. More importantly, she is an incredibly happy lass who sings her way through every day.

I love to ....

jump and giggle and spin with my friend Rowan.

It's a bit late but they were too gorgeous

Our lovely friends David & Jeannie and their two moppets brought these incredible mini-cupcakes to our Night of Dread. Yup, they came from She Takes the Cake and yup, they tasted deeeeeeeeeeeeeeelicious.



And here is one of Sophie looking seasonal.

By George, I think she's got it!

The rain in Spain may stay mainly in the plane

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uVmU3iANbgk

but at our house, the pee stays mainly in the potty.

We have proclaimed Sophie toilet-trained. Yippeeee! Her bladder is under such tight control that she is also dry at nights (I've just jinxed us, haven't I) and practically overflows the potty first thing in the morning. So we have packed away the potty and the crib this week. No more baby in this house...

Until young master turns 6 on Friday, the siblings are cozied up in the single bed but on the 6th, we shall raise that bed upwards and make it into bunk beds for our pair. They are both very excited.

I vant to suck yar bloooood.....

I am so very proud of my kids' dad because he helped Sebastian win a prize at school for one of the best homemade costumes. I think the makeup was pretty fine too; I love that I managed to somehow accent Seb's already extremely expressive eyebrows (and then there are Sophie's 1930s arches!). We have done well with this $5 get-up; he wore it to school yesterday and out for the big candy grab tonight. However, he managed to leave the cape at school yesterday, which wasn't open when we swung by to rescue it. So this cape is this morning's fabric store find. Thus for ballet, he switched gears and went as the nutcracker prince in his marching band jacket http://http//wedgley.blogspot.com/2007/07/photo-that-got-away.html (again dreamt up by his dad).

Sophie has been less convinced about being a pumpkin - but it's better than the other p-word she wanted to be! We have been less convinced too, as the outfit is awfully hard to get on and off which is tricky with so many trips to the loo.

The kids headed off with M to a classmate's party and from their went to a well-decorated street that boy knew. After an hour of fun there, they headed over to Kelly & Sam's to check out Harry Potter and a unicorned princess. Meanwhile, I have been reading the paper, enjoying a cup of coffee and answering the door. And just in case they didn't get enough sugar in their trick or treating bags, then there are 2 bags full of candy waiting for them here from Nana and our tenant (Have I ever mentioned that we have scored the world's best tenants two years in a row?.

Tomorrow, we go to Christie Pits park with friends for its annual jack o'lantern parade. You bring your carved pumpkin, place it on the path at dusk and then wander freely through the park enjoying the flickering faces. Around 9 pm, the city collects them all for compost.

Sophie's family portraits

In my family, there is

a mummy


a daddy

a big brother

and a me!

I am learning that some mummies and daddies don't live together, some children have two mummies, and some children don't come from their mummies' tummies. But the most important thing is that everyone loves each other.

Here's the lay of the land

Just to keep everyone who wants to be in the picture of the November-December madness that descends on our household every year in said picture:

November 6 - young man turns 6
November 7 - young man celebrates with ALL of his class and 5 of his neighbourhood friends with a Mad Science birthday party
November 8 - mother slinks off to do un-6 or 3 year old things to celebrate her birthday
November 9ish - expect paternal grandparents to fly into town
November 13-15 - family heads to Montreal to fete November birthdays with maternal grandparents
November 18 - Sophie turns 3
November 20 - Jo heads off to Myanmar for work
November 21 - Grandma's birthday and Seb's ballet "recital"
November 28 - Jo arrives back home
November 29 - perhaps hold a wee (not to be confused with "pee", though that seems to dominate discussions with an almost 3 year old and friends) party for Sophie and her buddies
December 4 - head to Geneva to celebrate the wonderful Nana Lorraine's birthday; perhaps head through the Mont Blanc tunnel to see Zia Elena in Turino for 3-4 days
December 13 - back to Toronto
December 14+ - expect to host Auntie Roberta in Toronto
Dec 25 - do the lowest keyed Christmas possible
Dec 26 - try to hold back from going to the Boxing Day sales (especially if I haven't yet been paid for my contracts- hey, at least I am honest about my foibles)
January 1 - celebrate New Year's with our annual bash
January 4 - send kids back to school and collapse in a heap.

I told you it gets crazy around here - and that doesn't count the next 48 hours of Hallowe'en hype!

So what's a mummy blogger to do?

So, I have uploaded 9 posts - nine. Full of colour and commentary and cute kids. And no one feeds back. I know we have at least 15 loyal households tuning in (perhaps not with bated breath but that's understandable). You lot have got to learn to how to use comments.

Come on Auntie Colleen, it's not that hard. Grandad, you are on the internet all the time; you can get an account sorted out in minutes. You don't even need an account for that matter.

I won't name and shame anyone else, but this is supposed to be a two-way street, folks.

Jeepers, creepers, where did you get those peepers?

my Grandma, with some of my Gramps thrown in!

So many people comment on Sophie's big, blue, show-stopping eyes, but I am partial to my son's gooey chocolate eyes, myself.