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Hi, my name is Cathy and I'm a blogaholic. Soooooo, I'm unplugging this machine for 28 days.....

4 NO MORE!

Well after at least 8 months of pestering me to be 5, Rylee's big day finally arrived! And in true Rylee fashion, her first words yesterday morning were "I was 4 last night but today I'm 5!" That was followed by a series of somersaults and high kicking jumps onto my bed....with Little Piddle in hot pursuit!

When she turned one we had a clown cake. At 2 it was nice cuddly bears. At 3 she asked for Dora. At 4, her request was for cars. At this point I should have clued in that we'd be doing out of the ordinary for my big girl. For big #5 - yup it was dinosaurs!

Pictures of her long-awaited Big Day:

Her stats on her big day:

Height - 46"

Weight - 45 pounds

She really is my big girl!! lol

WORDLESS WEDNESDAY

TOP TEN TUESDAY

TEN THINGS THAT MAKE ME CRY!

1) Lots of people/crowds cheering for someone - chokes me up when someone is nice.
2) Parades - kinda puts a crimp in my lifelong dream of becoming a clown.
3) Bagpipes - I'm done the minute someone starts honking away on those things.

Now let's put all 3 of those together and I tell yah it's agony! When you have cute kids, the candy-bearers at parades just zero right in on yah too...poor saps, I've scared a few Shriners in my day with the crying bit. Usually if it's a winter parade I can get away with it by saying it's the cold wind in my eyes....

4) Weddings
5) Funerals

Now combine #4 or #5 with a big round of #3 and yah get that "ugly cry" thing going. You know the whole contorted face thing, big choking sobs, whooping and wailing! Real sweet!

6) Gotcha Days or any remembrance of them - another "ugly cry" moment!! Geez, stop scaring the children!! So many mixed emotions on this...feeling so lucky to have your baby in your arms but so sad for them if they are grieving. I always get a crappy feeling too of who got left behind!

7) Remembrance Day tune they play right at 11:00 - real bad news! I got caught in a grocery store 3 years ago when they played it. I was just a mess!! I'm sure the cashier thought she'd have to call security....or at least a clean up in aisle 2.

8) Watching the grandparents with my babies...especially when they start to lose it a little...I mean cry not lose their faculties!

9) When I'm given something special that belonged to someone I loved. At Christmas this past year my Auntie Frannie gave me a note that I had printed when I was a kid. She had hung onto it for almost 40 years. I had an "ugly cry" and I had to leave the room for that one!

10) Just thinking about leaving my kids...which I never do!! I am so fortunate to be able to stay home and raise them myself. I can't imagine having to send them away everyday.

INVASION OF THE BODY SNATCHERS

Has anyone seen MY baby? Oh this tyke may look like my sweet, happy, gentle baby, but she's definitely been replaced by her wicked alien twin.

Friday night: I was sent twice on a milk run for Her Highness II, all before 2 am. Then she has the nerve to pee my bed at 5:30. I start to question her earthly DNA. I was now up for the day.

Saturday morning: She prances around the playroom with her diaper half off, flings it in the air with her toe, then squats over it and pees. Houston, we have a problem!

Saturday afternoon: Brings some toys to the laundry room and when I kindly reminded her that toys belong in the playroom, stands a few feet away from me and stares right into my eyes. I picked up her toys and showed her where the playroom was. Less than a minute later, she flings a Barbie into the laundry room, stands there staring right into my eyes. Uh huh...sooooo we're going to play this game, are we? This time, I picked up Barbie and alien-child and take both to the playroom. I went back to my laundry, grinning victoriously...I had certainly won the battle. Noooope! Alien-child runs around the corner and RIFLES same Barbie at my feet then stands back (a little further away from me this time), still staring right into my eyes! Looks like I'll have to change battle tactics. I may need reinforcements.

Saturday evening: I am running her bath when she strips right down, does this wild little dance, then steps onto the scales and proclaims "ohhhhh"! I guess they've been watching this household from afar for quite some time! Two kids now in the tub...alien-child stands up and makes a grunting noise. When questioned, alien-child denies the need for pooping. Sits down and makes bubbles in the tub instead. Alien-child yells "toot" and both kids erupt into laughter. Alien-child, with wicked grin, repeats the performance...I will not be drawn into this...I look elsewhere, using my new strategy of seeming unaffected by the behaviour. Until, alien-child one-ups me. ABANDON SHIP!!! EVERYONE OUT OF THE TUB NOW!!! Called for back-up to get Rylee in the shower while I disinfected the tub toys.

The saga continues....

SAD DAY

An unthinkable act was performed on a Greyhound bus traveling across our country yesterday. We haven't been given many details other than the gruesome ones that don't need to be spoken about out loud again. Eyewitnesses do report that during the attack, everyone ran from the bus.

EVERYONE...RAN...FROM...THE...BUS? Let that sink in for a moment....

What have we become...to be able to run and just leave that poor young man in the hands of that whackjob?! What if that had been YOUR son? I don't know who was on that trip, but I know for sure who wasn't on board.
No military guys
No hockey team members (male or female)
And certainly no good ole boys/rednecks/farm boys/my husband/real men
How do I know? Because that young man would have survived and the whackjob would have been handed his first class ticket straight to hell.

It's a sad day indeed!