I took a bit of a break and then an extended break and then a virtual maternity leave while I obsessed about the new addition to our home - Molly, my little girl. I love her. And yes, she's a kitten. Paul is adamant he will NOT go through a reversal to his vasectomy - I call this being selfish.
A quick update over the past two months:
1. I don't have cancer - at least they don't think the mass living in my left breast is anything to worry about but just in case will continue to monitor me very closely.
2. The boys are annoying.
2a. REALLY ANNOYING. And I don't think it's because I'm a girl, peri-menopausal and pms-ing complete with acne breakouts, I think it's because they are boys. I've taken to drinking wine and muttering obscenities under my breath and holding my kitten.
3. I've cut my hair really short and after throwing a vote out on facebook have dyed it red - and I must say, I quite love it! Not quite as rocking as the 70 year old I saw today while visiting hell, I mean No Frills (St. Clair & Alberta), who had bright red hair, studded motorcycle boots and was dressed entirely in black. She was awesome!
4. My kitten Molly, sorry boys, is my favourite and brings me great happiness but has pushed Hamish over the edge and he now spends all his time looking furtive and hissing.
5. I started running. It's killing me, I'm in disgusting shape ... more to follow on that happy note!
I just wanted to let you know I'm alive and well and will continue to update my blog more frequently then once every 3 months I PROMISE and until the next post - tomorrow - I will leave you with this little nugget: this morning while standing in the bathroom comparing the height of my children to my own (Satchel is just shy of my height - dammit, now must master wearing high heeled shoes constantly) I exclaimed how old I looked. Jakob quickly said "no you don't Mom, well maybe just under the eyes, you know those puffy parts? Maybe if you just put on more make-up."
Introducing Molly, also known as TROUBLE.