stomach flu

what an awesome disease to experience during christmas. just fabulous!

anyway, i'm now sitting at my desk, drinking mint tea, reading midnight sun (marika is right - it's like crack) and feeling nauseous.

and that's all out of me. i hope. (HAHAHAHA - i'm hilarious).

LALALALALALA - I CAN'T HEAR YOU!!

take me back - save me please

i know you know the words - it's just my lifeline today and i feel like posting it.

Standing here
The old man said to me
Long before these crowded streets
Here stood my dreaming tree
Below it he would sit
For hours at a time
Now progress takes away
What forever took to find

Now he's falling hard
He feels the falling dark
How he longs to be
Beneath his dreaming tree
Conquered fear to climb
A moment froze in time
When the girl who first he kissed
Promised him she'd be his
Remembered mother's words
There beneath the tree
No matter what the world
You'll always be my baby
Mommy come quick
The dreaming tree has died
The air is growing thick
A fear he cannot hide
The dreaming tree has died

Oh have you no pity
This thing I do
I do not deny it
All through this smile
As crooked as danger
I do not deny
I know in my mind
I would leave you now
If I had the strength to
I would leave you up
To your own devices
Will you not talk
Can you take pity
I don't ask much
But won't you speak
Please

From the start
She knew she had it made
Easy up 'til then
For sure she'd make the grade
Adorers came in hordes
To lay down in her wake
She gave it all she had
But treasures slowly fade
Now she's falling hard
She feels the fall of dark
How did this fall apart
She drinks to fill it up
A smile of sweetest flowers
Wilted so and soured
Black tears stain the cheeks
That once were so admired
She thinks when she was small
There on her father's knee
How he had promised her
You'll always be my baby
Daddy come quick
The dreaming tree has died
I can't find my way home
There is no place to hide
The dreaming tree has died

Oh if I had the strength
Take me back
Save me please

so happy

we already had basic counting covered in france (we had twelve steps (sic) to our cottage and yannick would de/ascend-and-count them). it's one thing though to memorize 1-2-3-4 etc., but another to actually count.

this weekend, i had put 4 cookies on his stove (the cookies are the size of the nail of my thumb, so back off, mommy maffia). he walked up to his stove (a wooden cabinet with a stove and oven painted on it) and looked at the cookies, pointing at each one and mumbling something. then he exclaimed: "four!", and looked at me for confirmation. after confirming he had gotten it right, the kid litterally skip-hopped all over the place, saying "four!" "four!" "four!", then ate a cookie and went on with "three!" "three!" "three!". the kid was *beaming* with pride. sometimes i think i'm just going to burst with joy and love.

having kids is awesome. it might take ten years off your life, but it's awesome nonetheless. i never would have imagined that seeing a kid develop would be the most gratifying experience i'll ever have.

the hat

i think you guys call it a beanie, but this is the hat gina marie knitted for yannick. the pic is very blury because 'nick was all: "uhm, mom, i'm not going outside right now so the hat needs come off". anyway - the hat is darn cute.



and just for kicks, here's a pic of my completely whiped out boys.



and another one to show my boy is super hat-genic

girly whine

clinique changed *my* facial cream and i'm very upset.

it leaves my skin dry. as if my new wrinkles didn't make my skin sexy enough to begin with.

boo on you, clinique.

the end.