Wordless Wednesday: bubble head

Self fulfilling prophecies are us

Does it count as being psychic if you worry about things you don't want to have happen until they come true?

Not that having twins isn't good (I'm getting this clear up front) but it really wasn't my first choice, knowing how much work just one can be. It'll be awesome and amazing and all that stuff, but I never went in thinking "let's have two at once!"

So, getting back on topic, you may all recall that I predicted/dared the universe to give me twins. A few other much less significant occurrences of this type of thing have happened as well - including the time I had a itty bitty little garage as my parking space at one of my apartments and every time I pulled out of it I held my breath convinced I would knock my side mirror off. Guess what? Of course. I eventually knocked the stupid thing off and had to pay an arm and a leg to replace it.

I am sure there are many others, but I bring this up because Friday morning I could have shot myself for even letting my thoughts go in the direction that they went in.

As I was leaving to drive Kiernan to daycare I realized I didn't have my wallet. K was in his snowsuit at the door, everything was ready and my wallet - which I thought was on the couch, was not letting itself be found. I decided to just drive him to daycare without it - which honestly, I've done many times without thought. But this time, I thought "right! I can't find my wallet! Now I'm going to get pulled over for something lame and wish I hadn't just decided to screw looking for the damned him." I actually thought that, told myself not to be silly, and put Kiernan in the car.

So guess what?!? No, guess! Uh huh folks. I got pulled over for rolling through a stop sign. You'd think I would at least have followed all the traffic rules closely since I'd already tempted fate by suggesting I get pulled over right, but no... the universe is stronger than that. As I was distracted about whether or not to stop at Tim Horton's on my way home to get to work on some of the contracts I've managed to get (yay) I rolled through a stop sign and an unmarked cop saw me and pulled me over. Woohoo!

Fortunately he seemed in a good mood and just gave me a warning for not having my license and some lesser local $35 bylaw ticket for the rolling stop instead of the $110 points of my license type he could have given me. But seriously? Why do I do these things to myself?

Stop talking!

Our young man has recently decided it is time to exert his authority on the household. He would like his way and he will demand that we all follow the rules.

Eric and I are no longer to conduct conversations with each other, only with him. If we deign to talk to each other while he's babbling, singing, or watching tv a very loud "STOP TALKING MOMMY!" will be hollered in my direction. Our explaining to him that mommy and daddy are actually allowed to talk to each other at will doesn't seem to be swaying him on the point. In his opinion neither one of us should be talking to anyone but him, and only if he so wills it.

He also doesn't agree with us not knowing something or telling him he can't do something.
"What's that mommy?"
"I don't know"
"NO MOMMY! Don't say I don't know!" (he likes to add a bit of a sob at the end of this statement for effect)

"Kiernan, don't do that"
"NO MOMMY! Don't say don't do that!"

And to think, it was just a couple of weeks ago that Eric and I took some time to explain to him how to properly use the word "don't" instead of no. He caught on fast!

Bad blogger

I'm sure it's hard to imagine, given the amount of content I've been putting on my blog lately, but I think of things almost daily that I should blog about... and then I don't. I seem to be bogged down in a sea of meh when it comes to communicating with people lately, and I don't like it.

So I'm going to make an effort to get back in touch, blog more often, return emails, etc. And I'm even going to make a list of some of the blog posts you can expect:

- Self fulfilling prophecies
- Kiernan's big boy room and the move to a big boy bed
- potty training
- stop talking! and other cute "out of the mouths of babes"
- minivan, here I come, for real
- Our weekend away

Hopefully I'll even follow through :)