Only 4 more days...

..till Easter.

These are the little lovies The Boo and I made to live on the kitchen table.

The chocolate is coming...

The real reason I had children

When I was 16 I broke my ankle in three places sliding into home base at a softball practise. (ouch) It healed up pretty well, the only lingering consequence is that I can't wear shoes without good, sturdy support without immediate, deep, achy pain.. I know there are a lot of women out there who suffer untold agonies for fashion, but I will never be one of them. Call me a wimp, whatever. The point is, I am a wimp who can only wear running shoes or hiking boots, expensive ones. The cheap ones just don't cut it with my tyrannical foot joint. Why does this matter? It means that until 5 years ago, I was a woman with an unsatisfied shoe fetish. I could only stare through the glass window at all the beautiful shoes or run a finger down a row of heeled, shiny beautiful foot adorners. But then, my first child was born and hallelujah, bring on the shoes!

These sweet little things are the current residents of Monkey-Child's shoe bin. (Not photographed are the 4 pairs of boots in the mudroom)

Four little pairs of size 3 shoes make me so happy.

Now, if I could only convince him to keep them on his feet.

Coming up with titles is going to be the hardest part

I downloaded my camera card tonight with the photographic evidence of the last two days in the Beaton household. I feel like I've rarely gotten to sit down in the last 48 hours what with house projects and craft projects and a cranky, nonsleeping teething 11 month old.

I'm trying hard to do more craft type projects with The Boo since she enjoys them so much. Here she is, hard at work on her Easter egg tree.

Monkey -Child has just learned how to open drawers and cupboards. Yahh for him, sucks for me. So yesterday I pulled out the trusty power drill and installed child-proof latches in the kitchen and bathroom. Monkey -Child had a great time emptying out every cabinet as I worked on it. Now it's time to sit back and snicker as Brad repeatedly attempts to open the cupboards, forgetting about the latches every. single. time. Hey, it should slow down his foraging through the kitchen complaining about the lack of good (chemical laden, fat oozing, man-made) food in the house. Bonus.

I think that I am in love with Babylegs. Seriously have you ever seen anything cuter than this? It is taking all of my self control not to order up a dozen more in all different colours and patterns.

Hello. Hi. Whatcha doing Mama? Look at the baby. Look at me. At me. Right here. What if I get closer? There can't miss me. Hello. Hi. Whatcha doing Mama?

Being alone with the kids so much, there are almost no pictures of us together, so today I tried out the self-timer on my new camera. Unfortunately the warning sound scared the living crap out of Monkey -Child. This is the only picture where he doesn't look totally traumatized.

Okay, so he looks slightly traumatized, I swear this was the best one of the bunch.



I finished the fabric covered bulletin board and drawing hanger board today. This corner is going to for The Boo to put up her completed homeschool projects and art work. I made another one of the covered bulletin boards for beside the table as well.

I also made homemade mozzarella cheese for the first time last night. It turned out not too bad if I can say so myself.

I also tried the homemade granola bar recipe again and they were much better this time. I used Craisons and chocolate chips and I think that they are tastier than the Kashi ones from the store. But Brad says the Kashi ones are like chewing cardboard anyways. It nice to have a low standard to work up from.

What was I thinking

You know, there was a time when I would fantisize about the little climber babies I was going have. My children were surely going to cut their teeth on carabeaners and navigate the house like little chimps with their feet rarely touching the floor.

Obviously this was before I had children. Now, I would appreciate it very much if he would just keep himself on the ground.

Please Buddy?