4 years and counting...

We celebrated our 4th wedding anniversary with a nice Italian dinner, complete with wine, dessert, and a latte. Hudson was the perfect "third wheel"...sat in his high chair and waved at all the pretty waitresses walking by.

Hudson is now tired (aka cranky) from his night out...so I'll just post some pictures of our night...

oh oh flowers...

Hudson LOVES flowers. He spots them...points at them...and says all excitedly "OH! OH! OH!". Here is a fresh bouquet from my neighbour's garden. The neighbour whose life I saved. Ha ha ha...just had to throw that it.

My favorite season

I love the fall. Especially in this part of Canada...where the trees GLOW yellow, orange and red. We went for a walk in Gatineau Park. The trees have started turning colors...we'll have to return in a week or two when the leaves will be at their height of "glowness"...yes that's a word.







Meech Lake

sunday breakfast

Hudson finally grasped the concept that his Cheerios are supposed to go in his own mouth...and not just Bosco's (last week...Hudson dropped every single Cheerio on the ground for Bosco to eat)! It's now one Cheerio for him, 5 for Bosco. Lucky dog.

However...this morning I cut up a little of my banana bread for Hudson's breakfast...and I noticed that he didn't drop any of those sweet little morsels on the ground...nope he kept those treats for himself! He's one smart cookie.

just because i should post something

what's new with us...


hudson can drink from a sippy cup now


both of my boys favorite spot in the house


mostly we've been working on fixing up our house...painted the kitchen, washed the exterior of the windows, worked on our "curb appeal", bought some fall mum's to add some much needed color...our humble little house looks so much better...all in hopes of getting top dollar for it, if and when it goes on the market (next week? that's a whole other post in itself, and i don't want to blog about it yet)

it's a beautiful fall day here...sunny and warm, with just enough crispness in the air to make it fresh. hudson is taking a nap, and i'm playing on the computer...eating his "arrowroot" cookies because it's the closest thing to "dessert" we have in the house right now. they're actually pretty good.

Are you there God...it's me, Joyce?

Do you guys remember that book? I think it was by Judy Bloom. I remember loving it. Anyway, it has nothing to do with this post aside from the catchy title.

I have to be honest and admit that most of the times when I pray it's because I'm asking for something. Nothing tangible...like "Please God, send me those platform sandels I love so much"...I'm not that shallow. But I have SERIOUSLY prayed after drinking too much "Please God if you make me stop feeling like this, I'll NEVER drink again". Or "Please God, let me pass this exam/assignment/course, and next time I'll prepare myself better". Many prayers are asking for things that are about loved ones, like "Please God, let my dad be okay". You see the pattern...my prayers were always ASKING for something. Almost the same as wishing on a star, or writing to Santa.

But now...I am constantly...multiple times a day...THANKING God. "God, thank you for Hudson". I say these 5 words all the time. Because having a baby is truely a blessing.

I'm going to toot my own horn

wanna hear a crazy story?

i just saved my neighbour.
for real.
the doorbell rang.
and it was my next door neighbour...
choking.
not making any noise.
so i did the heimlich manoeuvre on her.
and it worked.
yay me!
i still called 911 afterward.
they came...lights going...stretcher and all.
they wanted to take her to the hospital because apparently "it" (piece of meatloaf) could come back up and cause her to choke again.
but she didn't want to go, and instead chose to stay at my house for an hour, until it safely went down.
she confided that this was her WORST nightmare.
she's in her 50's and single...lives alone.
she said she often worried about choking and no one being around to help her.
i showed her how to do the heimlich on yourself using a hard chair.
look at me go!

p.s. hudson was laughing and smiling the whole time...she joked about it afterward...

my little Swiffer!

Hudson has been keeping me on my toes lately. He crawls like a little maniac...slapping his hands down as fast as they can go...gets to his desired destination...then pulls himself up...holding onto any and everything. He then thinks he can let go...needlesstosay he's bonked his head, face, bum, pretty much every imaginable body part in the process. I seriously can't look away for even one second. Because he's drawn to naughty things like a magnet. Typical boy.





look at his knees! I swear to god I vacuumed yesterday!


This blanket was a gift from a 90 something year old lady staying at the hotel where Rob works. He spent an hour or so talking to her one night, and he must have charmed her pretty good, because she bought Hudson this cute blankie. Isn't that crazy nice?