Starlet

Sometimes, your future's so bright, you gotta wear shades.


My little fashionista was quite enjoying the photo shoot with these glasses circa 1970's. (Not that you can tell from the photo above, I think she's practicing her paparazzi nonchalance). Pretty faaaaabulous, I know. Not that I would ever wear them, I'm way too uncool to pull them off. But, they look pretty awesome on the Evster, if I do say so myself!

Issues?

Evy seems very excited about becoming a big sister. That said, she also refuses to get out of the bassinette. It'll be interesting to see how she adapts to a new little human. Hopefully adaptation that doesn't include smothering your sibling, chucking them out of bed, and stealing their soother.

Glamour of parenthood

By the time your kid is 2.5, you are completely immune to snot. Evy is in the midst of a doozy of a cold, and in the past few days, I've wiped foot-long strings of snot off the front of her sleeper, mopped projectile snot off the floor from a forceful sneeze, and told Evy more times than I could count that "boogies are for kleenexes, not for eating".

All the same, there is something particularly disgusting about the snot bubble. (Note though, that my first reaction was to grab the camera rather than the kleenex).



Anyone feel like babysitting today?

Funny faces

Yep, somebody sure is growing up. She makes me laugh every day with her repetoire of funny faces (the current fave being Pingu faces - mooop mooop!).

As per Auntie Peeps' blog, she's finally on the growth chart too, all 25 fabulous pounds of her! We're very pleased, although does this means my plans for her to be a world-famous jockey are over?

Here are a few of the many faces of madam:

Nonchalant yet amused

Throes of hilarity

Double chin skepticism
(see, I told you she's growing, she has a double chin!)

Lizard tongue!

Trademark 'shoulder shrug' smile

In other news, all is well here (well, considering it's February). The baby's room isn't ready, but I'm pretty sure kidlet won't care about retro watered silk wallpaper and holes in the wall, at least for a few months. Although in denial on the decor front, I did however, go through Evy's old clothes and got some out. At my latest ultrasound, this little (or not so little) babe was dating 2 weeks ahead in size, so it's quite possible I won't be needing the teeny tiny clothes that Evy wore for the first month or two.

I expect the next 6 weeks to march on by, bringing Spring (yay) and warmth (yay) and a new little human to our lives (double yay!). Of course, I don't want to get ahead of myself - let's get through February first! Happy Family Day to one and all!

Car - 2, Sarah - 0

Did you know that February 7 - 11th is carpool week? No? Me neither, although I did actually carpool today. It was kind of involuntary carpooling - me, desperately seeking transporation from our kindly neighbours, rather than an urge to save the environment or lower my gas bill.

Yes, the woes of the automobile continue. And no, it's thankfully not the mini acting up, but rather the 'on its last legs and kinda dilapidated' 1997 mazda protege. The car has served me well, and I shouldn't begrudge it - it doesn't owe me anything (nevermind the fact that it was free - a gift from Granny when she stopped driving). But, after the great 'brake-failure' debacle of last month, which saw me driving through a slippery snowy east city with no brakes, I kind of take the car's failings personally. Like, maybe, the car is out to get me.

Maybe it's sick of listening to nothing but CBC radio. Maybe it's still mad about the forgotten rotten orange under the seat. Maybe it's horrified that it's full of cheerios, raisins, and mysterious spills from sippy cups.

Regardless of the reason, the car has fought back yet again, and this time, my automobile-idiocy may have killed it for good.

Now firstly, let me say that the term fan-belt sounds pretty innocuous, right? Like, it's a belt that turns your fan. For heating and cooling and the like, right? I mean, you'd think if a car part was crucial and essential and that your car would BLOW UP without it, it might be called something more like the 'holy-crap-I-am-important-belt', or the 'engine-will-die-and-burst-into-flames-without-me-belt'. Just saying, I don't think fan-belt is a good descriptor in this instance.

To make a long story short, there was some screeching yesterday (the car, not me) and then a popping noise (again, the car). And then my heater stopped working (mysterious, but nothing that made me pull over). And I continued on my merry way to work. I did notice the engine teperature was rising, but figured that was because my heat stopped working, so all that miscellaneous hot air was circulating around the engine. So, I got to work, called Rob and told him what happened. Then there was another screeching noise (Rob, not the car) and a popping noise (again, Rob - this time the vein in his forehead). And my beloved husband explained to me (in a voice you might use to speak to a misshapen vegetable) that driving without a fan belt KILLS YOUR CAR.

Fast forward to tow-truck, blah blah blah, garage, blah blah blah, mechanic, blah blah blah, replacement parts, and we still don't know if I actually killed the car (involuntary vehicular slaughter) or whether it's salvageable and will live to torment me in other ways for further days. We find out tomorrow.

I'll keep you posted, though you may figure it out for yourself, depending on where you are on the globe. If you hear a screeching noise (Rob, yet again) and a popping noise (our bank account, imploding) then you will probably have a good idea of the outcome.

In the meantime, be kind to your automobile, or you too may need to join the ranks of the reluctant car-pooler.

This pretty much sums it up