EXTRA! EXTRA! This just in!!!!

"Committed non-violent Victoria mother gives swords to her children for Christmas. Friends are shocked. Children are ecstatic."

Okay, they're not real swords. They're made of styro-foam. They're silver. They're cool. And they're not guns. Okay by me.

The kids have been having sword fights since they got these things. Daughter will so nonchalantly walk up to brother, toss him his sword and say "en garde!" and smack him in the head with her sword. So he'll chop off her hand. So she'll try to stab him in the gut. If she fails, she'll stick the sword between her legs and say "Look at my huge stinky penis!". Oh man is it funny.

Family has gone home, and we are back to life as a foursome. kit and I are dividing our evenings between playing Blokus (so great!) and debating designs for our yard. Kit has a glint in his eye at the prospect of renting a Bobcat and digging up our entire yard in January. We're just negotiating on the logistics of putting cobblestone all over the yard, including under the climbing tree. I'm thinking if we bought the kids some cool skater helmets and forced them wear them at all times in the yard, it could be safe. Plans are still in the air, pics to follow.

Yes I'm still pregnant. ARGH!!!!!!!!! It's silly to even care or think about it, I've been later with each kid, so this one should be no different. But how to pass the time?? It's just not in me to sit and read, though I have now a stack of interesting books I'd like to know back to front. Yet I'm wasting time folding laundry and surfing eBay. Yeah it's kind of relaxing, but not really. And so any time I feel slightly sick, or have aches and pains, I think Ohhhhh, is THIS labour? When I know exactly how labour is, and it involves only insomina and a huge craving for pancakes. No nausea, no aches, no pains. Not in the beginning anyway. I need some distraction. You'd think 2 kids and a man off work would be enough, but they're regulars, I see them all the time. I could make a quilt, but I'm still short 3 squares. I won't name names. Let's just say I'm related to all the men in question, by blood or un-legal marriage. All the squares I've received are, as usual, so fantastic. Thank you!!!

Okay, I've procrastinated enough with you guys, I need to go 'relax'. maybe relax means watch home reno shows all day, or 90210 re-runs on TV Tropolis???? I bet it means go for a long walk, but I doubt that'll happen.

This entire post has been written to the background sounds of 2 kids screeching through the house, cries of "I cut off your leg!" and "I got you!" being flund left and right. Oh, and now the eldest of the tribe has requested some chocolate. Well, it's after 10 am, so why not?


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