Does This Baby

After a week of clearing out the clutter, (there is still a lot of freakin ' clutter in our house), spending time with my parents, hosting 3 birthday parties, (Hubby's was on the 24 th , and Eloise had two parties, one in Victoria and one in Vancouver), and making Christmas dinner, I can't wait to ring in the New Year on our friend's big comfy couch. We're spending this evening with long time friends, who drank the cultural kool -aid, and decided to have kids too. They have an adorable 4 year old, who loves being a big sister to her little sister Emiko , and our little Eloise. My goal tonight is to relax. If I make it to midnight, and manage to drink a few glasses of wine, that'll be a bonus. Last year, I was in bed with hubby, a newborn between us, woke up at 11:55pm, just in time to say "Happy New Year", and fell back asleep. When I think about how this night has changed for me over the years, I smirk and remember that exactly 10 years ago, I

As many of you in the blogosphere know, it is hard being clever, and witty all the time. So I'm not, which is why I don't blog all the time. But to all my fans, you know who you are, that keep telling me to blog more because I write funny shit, thank you, thank you, for your kind words, for your support, and for your childlike faith that writing good shit comes easy to me.

I'm totally blown away that my baby is almost a year old. Her birthday is exactly 2 weeks away. Last year at this time, Eloise was still in my belly. Today, she started walking. I look at her sometimes, and ask, "Where the hell did you come from? Who are you? What did you do to my life?". She usually giggles, and smiles a super sinister smile, and I realize that she is indeed, really mine. After all, it was my vagina she came out of.

Hubby drinks too much, coffee that is. He has two cups of coffee a day. On the weekend, he treats himself to a venti first thing in the morning, and then an afternoon tall. Usually, he can handle all that coffee, but this morning he had his tall about an hour after his venti. All high on caffeine, and irritated by the Christmas traffic, he walked into HMV looking for the regular CD section, while pushing our screaming baby in the stroller. HMV had moved all the sections around. The order of things made no sense, not that it ever does. After 20 minutes of walking around the first floor swearing, and sweating, Hubby realized that all the CD's had been moved to the 2nd floor. Before I could point out the elevator, Hubby grabs the stroller at either end, (baby inside) and stomps up the escalator. Shocked, and humiliated that I was married to the Hunk, I followed him up the escalator praying we land safely.