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Tuesday, November 01, 2005

In the beginning...

So here I am again...try number two. I've proven to be underwhelmingly good at this blogging business. But I'm going to try again.
Let's see...where to begin? I'll tell you who I am first, I guess.
My name is Theresa. I'm 30 years old. I work for the government. Yep. Um....
I have a husband, Jim, and three kids: Caleb, 6, Aidan, 3, and Liam, 4.5 months. My brother lives with us in our little house. Life is busy.
I have various interesting talents including singing, burping very often due to reflux, and being able to communicate with the dead.
It's true, though. Just something that's hard to...bring up. Reveal. Explain.
So I guess I'll be writing about all of the above and then some. :)

Today is much like any other day. I'm on maternity leave so I stay home and take care of little Liam. Aidan goes to daycare most of the week (he stays home with us at least one day of each week) and Caleb is in school. Aidan loves daycare and because it's a french daycare, he is fluent in both languages now. A lot of people ask me why I have him in daycare while I'm at home, and the guilt of it plagues me a little (ah, there's nothing like the guilt of a mother). But it's true, he does love daycare. He has freinds there, and they do a ton of fun things. Also, it's a subsidized spot that took two years to get him into, so there's no way we're giving that up! And the french. It's good. And taking care of a baby and trying to keep a three year-old entertained is challenging to say the least. Aidan is happy! I'm happy!

So how come the guilt, huh? Why?



Halloween was fun. I'd have to say it was the most fun we've had on Halloween, actually. The kids were enthusiastic and polite, and looked so cute. Caleb was a tiger, and Aidan wore his new Batman pyjamas (complete with cape!). It was so funny to watch them...Caleb is and always has been shy. He needs a little push in most social situations to take part. He's a boy who takes after his Mama. Aidan, on the other hand, is Jim's son all the way. He's bold and charming and easy-going. He flew in and out of the stores, yelling, "tick or cheat!" and "tank-you!!!", charming the store clerks into giving him extra treats and whatnot. The kid is cute. Caleb did, I must say, manage to negotiate with a couple of the treat-givers, and was able to procure higher-quality treats than originally offered. He's smart, that one.
Liam was a good baby and was pleasant and smiley all night. Until we got in the car to go home. But that screamfest is another story...

I have a request for a psychic reading that I should pay attention to, since Liam is sleeping, and his customary 40 minutes is just about up. This one's giving me a bit of trouble...there's a block when I try to answer one of her questions. Just can't quite connect.

Ok off I go! I'm so proud of the long first post! Now watch me forget about this thing for weeks!


At 3:36 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey Tree you da man! I was checkin out your blog and all of a sudden it was like, 'I know this person. I like, know this person to the heart.' And it's because of your blog! Please continue to release your inner blogging demon upon the world, until we all realize what a blogging blogger you are.


At 3:37 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

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At 3:38 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm writing this so Tree will look at the blog and go 'there's so many comments!!' It's little moments like those that define us.

At 3:39 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Dr. Phil is a ninny, and he stole my turban.

At 8:27 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

hey, dotter. at last, something to READ! coolio, treelio. Yer Paw.


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