I blame teething

So the last post is shamefacedly dated December 14th, and for that, Dear Reader, I apologize!!!! Little-A is still keeping me up most nights at least twice, and between that, the ever-intensifying sleep deprivation and preparing Christmas mostly on my own, (Hubby is in the middle of Occupancy!) I find I have barely been able to keep up on emails, let alone blogging. Oh yeah, and my brain is so fried I haven't thought of a thing to write...
...and then I started to write about teething, but realized that I had written a post on that before, and then I realized that my mind is so fried. Oh dear.

I think I will think up a brilliant post and come back to this a bit later.

Tiger's Crunk, and Elin's "Tiger's Wife's Mad". (huh?)

Driving in the car, I often listen to Top 40 found in the two nearly-identical stations in Vancouver, The Beat and Virgin Radio to both soothe my babes ears with the dulcet pulse of dance and to find out the days' most popular songs. (This is an attempt to keep my rapidly-approaching-mid-thirties self (gasp) prevalent and vaguely informed.)

So the latest "tik tok" from Ke$ha got me wondering....and fair warning that I am completely dating myself here....but I had no idea what "crunk" meant in her song.

Luckily, in this age of "The Google" (thank you Bush) there is urbandictionary.com, a search engine tool among many. This is a wondrous tool that I think among other things, every parent should bookmark. It offers a remarkable ability to break down and define current idioms and popular events that are flashing across Twitter, Digg and Facebook.

For example, did you know that one of the more recent additions is the phrase "tiger's wife's mad". This phrase is defined as: "the act of being so angry at someone that you find the item they cherish most and beat them with it".

Ouch. Pop Culture, 1, Tiger Woods, 0.

(But at least I understand "crunk" now, which BTW has a fascinating etymology)

"Why?"

We always knew it would come to this. We would one day be faced with the question of "why" in response to just about anything and everything we presented our darling three-year-old.
And so it has hit.

Example:
(me) "Please go and brush your teeth."
(Big-A) "Why?"
(me) "Because we are going to go to school soon, and we need to get ready."
(Big-A) "Why?"
(me) "We brush our teeth before we go out."
(Big-A) "Why?"
(me) "To prevent cavities and keep our teeth healthy."
(Big-A) "Why?"
(me) "Please just go and brush your teeth."
(Big-A) "How?"
(me) "Go upstairs, get on your stool, put toothpaste on your toothbrush, and brush your teeth please."
(Big-A) "Why?"
(me) "Because I said so."

I do have to credit him with occasionally interspersing the "why's" with the occasional "how".

Can I have a glass of wine yet?

How to Christmas Shop With A Baby

I have discovered it.

The best way to shop with a baby. Go to MEC and get a baby backpack carrier, Strap baby in. Hoist baby onto back. Baby will then be (a) incapable at grabbing at all those super shiny, hard-to-resist packages, (b)close to Mommy, which, let's face it, is where he/she would want to always be if given the choice, and (c) able to leave Mommy with her hands completely free to push the cart and fill it to brimming with all the (?) necessities of Christmas.

I have also discovered that baby is prone to falling asleep in said carrier due to rhythmic rocking of Mommy's gait, and that the forehead chafing as baby slumps forward is really quite minimal.

Also, rather smugly, I believe I have finished all my Christmas shopping.

Hah.