Overload

I am sitting here at my kitchen table with the entire bag of my kids Halloween candy and I am trying to remember if my mother ate most of my candy when I was little too.  Oh, just found a Snickers….

Can I just say that when I go for long stretches without blogging, I feel so overwhelmed. It now feels like I cannot simply pick one thing to talk about, I must fill you in on everything that has gone on in my life and in my head for the past 3-4 weeks. But that is just ridiculous. 

Why are those little sugar discs called Smarties in the States, but they are called Rockets here in Canada? This is a thought I have every time I eat them, as if it is part of the actual experience now. I realize that in Canada Smarties are the little chocolate discs that taste like big stale M & M’s, and that is probably the reason the sugar discs could not be called by the same name. But it does make me wonder if there are two separate factories making these sugar discs or one factory for both. And if there is just one factory, I have to wonder if workers occasionally at least want to send “Smarties” instead of “Rockets” to the Canadian public just to really mess everything up. 

Jeff and I just returned from a seven night Caribbean cruise. It was beyond fabulous – Relaxing, Refreshing, Indulgent, Wonderful. It was so nice to be able to go away just the two of us and spend so much distraction-free time together. No cell phones, no kids, no computers, no responsibilities, just us. Oh, well, us and the people waiting on us hand and foot! 🙂 Now that we are back, I keep hoping to see one of those room stewards sneaking into my house to make up my bed and leave me little chocolates and towel-animals, but it just hasn’t happened.

(small break while Mykah and I go to the bus stop to pick up Carter and then decide we will go to the park on what may be the last sunny, although cold, day we may have until May. While at the park, it is discovered that my next door neighbor’s child/grandchild has crossed the street at the four way stop and is playing with the other kids on the equipment. He is maybe 2 years old and has no coat or socks on, but as this little adventure was his idea, I suppose this could be expected. I am happy to report that he was returned safe and sound to his panic-stricken care-giver.)

A few recent Carter-isms…Monday morning was a PA day, which means Carter didn’t have to go to school, and I was looking forward to the day with both kids since I had been away from them for eight days. Carter found his way into bed with me around 8:00am for some snuggle time which was so nice, until he kept trying to cover my mouth. I was informed I was being too loud, even though I was not talking just breathing. Then he said, “You need to be quiet because I am listening for God to speak to me.”

My neighbor and good friend, Jen Colwell told me that one day recently she was getting Carter from the bus  for me and she overheard him telling the bus driver, “She’s not my real mom.” …Then another day she was telling Carter that she and her family were going on a vacation to Florida, where he used to live. Carter told her, “Do you know why we moved from Florida to Canada? Because I only had adult friends in Florida.”  HAHAHA!!!!

Mykah…She is really “coming into her own” these days. She is constantly surprising me now with the sentences she comes up with and the sense of humor that she has. If you ask her how old she is, she will ALWAYS say, “Sixteen”. Oh boy. And she has gotten so sweet too…She told me, “I missed you so much” when we got back and promptly had me near tears.

Hmmm….what else?….Oh, I brought back some rather small seashells that I had found on the beaches in Grand Cayman and Cozumel. I thought Mykah would enjoy playing with them. Um, the only problem is that 3 or 4 of the shells are alive. I put them in a bowl and they literally keep getting out. I suppose the slugs/snails/whatever they are will eventually starve for lack of food, and I could just throw them in the garbage because I am a little grossed out by them, but I now also have a strange fascination with them. Weird.

Ok, that’s enough randomness for one day. Tootle-oo.