Working Girl

I’ve been a big fan of reading Felicia Sullivan for years now (and if you haven’t read her memoir yet, you really should). Anyway, one of my favorite parts of her blog is when she posts an outfit of the day. As I got closer to work I began enjoying it even more since I was looking for office-appropriate ideas on piecing an outfit together.

Another blogger who does something similar is Ali Martell. She lays hers out a little differently, posting once to show the last five days’ worth of work outfit. I’ve been thinking of doing the same thing, so I fully credit her with this. Also, we’ll see how long my attention span has me keeping this up!

Anyway, since I only started work on a Friday I obviously don’t have a lot to share. However, back in early July I had my in-person interview (previous interviews had understandably been over the phone since I was still in Montreal) and I wore this.

Interviewing

For my first day I went with a skirt that I love but had never worn before, a top that I borrowed from my sister (since she’s still on maternity leave and I have few summery office-appropriate clothing, I borrowed several tops and blouses from her until I can go buy some more of my own), and a pair of cool red shoes that I got secondhand for five bucks.

Day one!

I loved the shoes but they ended up being wildly uncomfortable by the end of the day with my bare feet stuffed in there so I think from now on I’ll just wear them with socks and pants instead.

Technically I don’t need to dress up this much right now; although it’s a business casual office they do allow jeans in the summer as long as they’re nice. I liked my outfit though. They also allow you to wear jeans on Friday the rest of the year as long as you bring a donation in for charity, so I can still wear jeans later on anyway.

And here’s an example of why I probably won’t be updating the wardrobe shots on weekends unless I’m wearing something particularly awesome, because most weekend days (and as soon as I get home after work) I dress like this.

Weekend wear

Oh, yoga pants, how I will miss you at the office.

If you want to know how my first day went, keep reading!

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Pre-work vacation time

I don’t think I had mentioned this before; perhaps I didn’t even know for sure yet when I last posted (I know, it’s been awhile). I had my final interview for my job and I got the call about a week or so later with the official offer. I’m so relieved to have secured the job! I had a really good feeling after each interview but it was still nerve-wracking to not know for sure. I’ll be starting this coming Friday (I’m assuming it starts with an orientation since it’s a Friday, plus we have a long weekend after that), and I’m alternating between feeling nervous and really excited. Due to the fact that I’ve seen more than one person get royally screwed because they talk about work on the internet (I don’t want to be “dooced” thanks very much!), no I can’t say where I’m working or what I’m specifically doing. I will say that I’m dealing with clients and that’s as far as my description goes. I’m going to rock at it though!

Anyway, since I’ll soon be back in the work force full time, I’ve been spending this last little bit of time just taking it easy and enjoying my time off as though I’m on vacation. I can’t remember everything but a wee summary is something I can do.

I had a small group of people over for my birthday the Saturday after my actual big day. I realized it was the first time in over a decade that I’d had a party of sorts for myself. Our apartment just wasn’t conducive to gatherings other than for the kids’ birthdays but this house sure is! I also had my sister, her husband, and my niece (!) over twice since moving in. I can’t even say how nice that is.

The kids met their cousin who is visiting from Toronto and he ended up having a sleepover here. He was over because we had all gone down to the harbour for the jazz fest. We ended up skipping the music since it was all super expensive but we had a nice time going out for a beer downtown anyway.

Date night!

Night boat

It was completely surreal to wander along the waterfront and realize that we LIVE here now; it wasn’t just a visit. Surreal, yet amazing.

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Settling in (a virtual house tour!)

Boy it’s been awhile since I updated, hasn’t it? Then again I think it’s easy to understand why, what with moving two provinces over and all. I can’t possibly catch you up on everything that’s happened since we loaded up our moving truck but I can at least show you around our home, at least as far as we’ve set it up.

We actually had the living room more or less done the day after we unloaded the truck, the dining room was set up immediately afterwards, and the kitchen was the first room that I fully unpacked. The bedrooms came along next, then George started setting up his music room. The rec room is only partially done right now because we have a lot of boxes down there to go through, including some that are full of things that seemed important to pack but now don’t seem to fit in with our new home. In fact, we brought our big wall unit from the apartment specifically because I really loved it and right now it’s being stored in our shed because it just isn’t being needed after all. We did, however, at least set up a futon and a second television for the kids to use down there and I’ll start unpacking some of their toys and organizing those over the course of this week.

Ready for a tour? Here we go! The living room from a variety of angles. It’s a huge room and I LOVE it. Just a quick move of the coffee table and I’ve got plenty of space for yoga.

Living room

Looking forward

Full living room

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One of those difficult posts to write

This is something I wrote last night (Thursday, June 27th) and posted somewhere private for a few people to read. The thing is I know someone is eventually going to ask the question I’ve been dreading so I figure I may as well just get it out now. Here’s the cut and paste.

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I have had a really hard time figuring out how to talk about this so I just haven’t. Here it is though, what I’ve known since signing the lease back in May but haven’t said until now:

We’re not allowed to have dogs in our rental. Winnie can’t come with us.

I spent six months searching obsessively, looking on Kijiji and on various property management places at least 5 times per day. I’m not even kidding. I’m surprised I ever got anything else done because all my spare time was spent looking for a dog-friendly rental.

Halifax is an amazing place, a beautiful place, and I’m eager to start a new life there, but it is one of the least dog-friendly places I have ever seen.

The only places I could find that would take a dog were:

a) out of our budget
b) out in buttfuck nowhere and impossible for me to commute to work (I’m sure Eastern Passage is lovely but if I get an off-peak hours shift I’ll be unable to get to work and back)
c) would allow dogs if they were under 10 or 20 pounds. I could lie and pass my 55-pound (or more) dog off as 35 maybe, but I can’t convince anyone that she’s 10-20 pounds.

There was also one place but it was in the ONE area of Halifax that absolutely everyone said “oh hell no, don’t ever live there, EVER” (note to those who know the city, it was Spryfield) and the house was a 4-bedroom 3-level house for such a low rent you know there was something wrong. It wouldn’t have been a safe place to live and I spent time being terrified of my neighborhood when I first moved out of my parents’ place (Elmhurst & St-Jacques in NDG for locals), I can’t live like that with two young kids.

I don’t even know how to do this. My heart is broken. I don’t want to leave my dog, I love her like I haven’t loved any dog since my very first puppy. She’s so good, so smart, so full of love. A couple of weeks ago I had to leave Breanna upstairs so I could run down to get something George was dropping off (she was in her underwear so I couldn’t bring her). She hates to be alone so I said, “Winnie’s snoozing in her cage, you’re not alone!” When I came back up, Winnie had come out and was sitting, straight as a statue, fully alert, right next to her. She was guarding Breanna to make sure she was okay, sitting in front of her so that she would be between her and anyone coming in our door. Breanna said she didn’t call her, she just came out and sat there on her own. How am I supposed to say goodbye to that?

I have never once been nervous with her around the kids like I was with Pearl. I’ve heard her growl like she would rip someone’s head off, but her tail would wag the whole time so I knew she was playing. I’ve seen the kids take food out of her dish right in front of her so they could feed her by hand and she never so much as blinked about it. She’s never destroyed ANYTHING in our home other than her own stuffed animals and her stuffed bed. Twice I forgot to lock her cage at bedtime and she never came out.

She is the best dog I have ever known and it’s unfair that she can’t come with us. I had pictured her playing at Lawrencetown Beach or taking walks along the wooded paths in Point Pleasant Park. We have a fenced yard which is perfect for a dog and no rights to have a dog enjoy it. George is not a pet person, he tolerates them for us, and even he’s disappointed.

We told the kids today. It’s going to be so hard. She leaves us tomorrow. The one thing that has me at peace is that she’s going back to the girl who gave her to me. Her life situation has changed and she can have a dog now (she was pressured to give her up by the mother because she lived at home and was in school full time, working part time so it was the mother who took care of her all the time. She’s now graduated, is only working, and lives on her own.). She told me giving her up was one of her biggest regrets in life and that she would take her back in a heartbeat if we couldn’t keep her.

As I was mulling over how to handle all of this, I got an email from her out of the blue asking how she was doing and if I could send her any pictures. I took that as a sign that this is how it’s supposed to be. I didn’t hear back from her after I explained the story and was worried. I sent a second “URGENT!” message and she got back to me within an hour. The poor girl is currently over in Jordan visiting family and won’t be back until next Friday (we leave Tuesday) BUT her sister and father will come pick her up on Friday afternoon and keep her until she gets back.

I’m happy she’s going back to her. I know this girl loves my dog – her dog – like there’s no tomorrow. I know she’ll take good care of her. If I couldn’t keep her, this is the next best thing.

But I’m going to have a breakdown of epic proportions tomorrow afternoon. I’m glad the kids are going to play with their friend all day long so they won’t be here. It’s hard enough for them as it is.

It’s hard enough for me. I don’t know how to do this.

Just please know that I didn’t blow this all off. We lost out on countless houses that would have been great for us but I ignored them because they all said NO PETS. I tried for as long as I could try but I start work in the middle of July and we needed a place to live. All I wanted was a dog-friendly house in an accessible, affordable, safe area and there was just nothing. I should not even look anymore but once in awhile I go on the sites to see and there is still nothing at all that would let me keep her in the areas we need to live right now.

I’m so happy to be going but I wish it didn’t have to be like this.

I’m going to go curl up with my puppy now.

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Like I said, that was last night. The girl’s sister came to pick her up today at 4 pm. It’s so strangely quiet and empty without Winnie.

Fresh air

I’ll write about it later but right now I just can’t. I’m happy for her, I know she’s just fine. It’s the rest of us who have to adjust.

We have a home base

I believe I neglected to write about this, though I did sob about it on Facebook. About a month, maybe a month and a half ago, we found a place to live. It was cute! It was the end unit in a row of three townhouses in a little townhouse community. It had a shared backyard but a private deck, a community swimming pool (heated even! With lifeguards and lessons!), nice space, and a cool kitchen. I spoke a few times to the owner and she and I really hit it off immediately. She really liked me and the way I described how our family is moving out to Halifax, and she also liked George’s cousin a lot when he went to check it out.

On the Friday she told me it was ours if we wanted it and when I said an emphatic yes she sent me the application and told me that she’d get the lease to me in a day or so. We paid the security deposit and I was so motivated to pack, picturing where all our stuff would go in our new home.

On the Saturday I found out that she actually co-owned the place with a family member who had given it over to new tenants on the Thursday; the lease was signed, they had the keys, and they had scheduled a set-up with all the utilities. We were once again without a home. (Yes, we got the deposit back immediately.) I was really down. I mean REALLY down. I don’t take elation followed by instant disappointment well.

Anyway. A couple of weeks ago we did actually sign a lease on a new place. George’s cousin saw it and said it was great and that we’d be very happy with it. I liked what I saw of the pictures on the Kijiji listing, though they weren’t great shots, leaving me wondering just how big or small each room was, and there were no exterior shots nor were there any pictures of the kitchen, dining area, or the two bathrooms. Still, we trusted his judgment and grabbed it.

It’s in a great location with a bus I can take downtown for work, and there are several conveniences nearby in the form of grocery stores, Tim Hortons, and the NSLC (it will take time for me to get used to the fact that you can’t buy beer at the corner store but must instead go to the liquor store!).

Then his cousin went last night to pay the security deposit and next month’s rent. That was one thing I immediately liked about our new landlord – that should have been paid upon signing the lease but he wanted to repaint the place first and refused to accept any money until he had completed that job satisfactorily. That’s a huge step up from this place where they don’t give a crap about things like missing screens, leaky taps, or “minor inconveniences” like mold.

While he was there he was able to get pictures of all the rooms and suffice it to say I am ecstatic after seeing them. I had also gotten some great exterior shots earlier in the week from a friend who lives out that way (hi Patricia!), and I’m just in love with this house.

Unlike the townhouse it’s a semi-detached house and we have our own private yard. The yard isn’t big but it’s quite nice with a deck off the dining room, a patio down on the ground with a gazebo, a big shed, some nice plants, a fence, and even a spot for a wee garden. The kitchen is the only unfortunate part in that it’s still a galley kitchen like what we have in the current apartment BUT it’s bigger than this one with more counter space. The counters, tiles, and cupboards are much nicer, there’s a double sink which is something I’ve always wanted, and we have an actual pantry. For years we had to sacrifice two kitchen cupboards as a makeshift pantry, so that makes me happy. All that’s missing is a window over the sink (and, well, a dishwasher, but I’ve never had one anyway so it’s not a huge deal), but I’ll just hand a nice ocean picture there and use that as my “window” instead!

It’s such a relief to have a home. The kids are excited to each have their own room and I’m excited about that too since I’m tired of hearing them bicker in one room together! George has space for a music room and we will be able to have both a living room AND a family room. I’m thrilled!

If you’re my friend on Facebook you’ve already seen the pictures but if not, I also have them uploaded here. (In the close-up of the front those aren’t graffiti marks, that’s just me using Photoshop to hide our street number!)

I’m very happy and can’t wait to get set up!

What’s going on

Whew. I can’t believe I haven’t updated since May 20th. Honestly. I had really kind of wanted to document the whole process of preparing to move to Halifax a little more clearly because I like being able to look back on things and read about stuff I might have forgotten with time. The truth is, I’ve just been so busy, especially the past couple of weeks. By the time I get done with my day the only thing I can do at my computer is read everyone else’s blog posts. I have been updating on Facebook but although it has an ease that beats out blogging, there’s no archive system; I can’t think to myself, “hmm, what was I doing on June 10th?” and easily find it six months from now.

Thus, although I haven’t posted about moving regularly, let me catch you up on the chaos.

Oh yes, chaos. This blog isn’t called “Chaos Theory” for nothing! These pictures demonstrate exactly what it’s like to live in our apartment right now. We’re surrounded by towers of cardboard boxes (still color coded and numbered with an accompanying spreadsheet detailing what’s in each one, I’m amazed I’ve stuck with being organized this long). Getting through our living room is getting more and more difficult but at least it’s not for much longer.

Chaos

Send help

And yes, I *love* that the kids keep putting their stuff randomly on top of boxes as though they’re tables. Sheesh. Anyway, it’s just nuts in here and with all the boxes piling up around me I’m thinking that despite the fact that I’ve read about the Zombie Apocalypse and am now currently reading about the Robot Uprising, the truth is the cardboard boxes are going to gain intelligence and kill us all in our sleep.

Man, I need to get this move over with. Only 17 more days as of today.

However it hasn’t all been super serious. I went to the school one day to hang out while the kids all did a Jump Rope For Heart Health event. Everyone was outside in the school yard skipping and running around and it was just a blast on a nice sunny day. I even managed to jump in, skip ten times, and jump out without falling down or losing bladder control, so go me. Like my friend said though, skipping was easier when we were younger and didn’t have any boobs yet.

You’re welcome.

I also went on a field trip. I wasn’t needed for Hayley’s class trip to a museum (too bad, since I had never been there), but I went with the grade four classes when they went to a different museum and then went on a walking tour of Old Montreal. It was really cold especially being so close to the Old Port but I’d rather walk in the cold than the humidity so it was fine. I loved it and took some pictures though I haven’t had a chance to process them yet. I’ll post them eventually. I was gone all day and had such a great time, and learned things too. I also learned that girls in grade four are now very emotionally dramatic and hormonal in ways we weren’t back when I was that age and it kind of scared me. Yikes!

Last weekend we had an impromptu BBQ with friends and that’s really my favorite kind of weekend day and evening – the one where you had no plans and suddenly you were packing your bathing suit and heading over to eat BBQ pork tenderloin with people you love, especially when they’re the people you’re going to miss very soon. The kids swam pretty much all day because they are insane and had no understanding that the water was COLD.

Ole!

Meanwhile the three moms cleared away the dishes after supper, parked the kids inside to play, left the dads on supervision, and we took our wine across the street to the hot tub. I thought I would set up my camera for a timer shot of the three of us but my gorillapod was too low and in our rush to get into place before it snapped we kind of slipped and slid all over the place, ending with the most hilarious photo I’ve taken in ages.

LOL

And no, we didn’t spill our wine.

Finally, even though it was a weeknight, on Wednesday I went out to supper at my favorite local restaurant, Table 51, with the members of the PPO. They’re another group of people I will miss tremendously after we move, they’re all amazing.

PPO

(Why yes, we are a bunch of really hot moms, and bless the poor lone dad who is brave enough to come to meetings and deal with all the estrogen.)

I ate way too much. We split appetizers so I ate a “croquette” (potato, cheese, and bacon rolled into a ball and deep fried, then dipped in jalapeno mayo sauce), a bunch of homemade chips and crackers with hummus and guacamole (my favorite), a “mini mac” which is an itty bitty facsimile of a Big Mac (it tastes just like it, minus the accompanying nausea you get at Mickey D’s), and a bit of braised beef poutine (made with fingerling potatoes instead of fries, lots of curd cheese, and a rich wine gravy, oh mah GOD). That was really more than enough but I still ordered a veggie burger (made with lentils, oatmeal, and brown rice and served on a bun with tomatoes, red onion, dressing, cheese, and arugula, delicious!) with fries. I only managed half the burger before I nearly died so I ate the rest for lunch. The two glasses of Pinot Noir were wonderful too.

Mini Mac:

Mini Mac

Veggie Burger:

Oh hell yes

Other than that it’s been all about packing, taking breaks to read voraciously on my Kindle (more about that in another entry as this one is long enough now!), and occasionally doing strange things with my body all in the name of yoga.

Eight angle pose

There is so much I’m going to miss but part of me is just really eager to get to Halifax so I can decompress just a wee bit!

Why I can’t take part in the rapture

So according to a bunch of lunatics, er, I mean people who have used intense mathematical skills in conjunction with the Bible, the world is going to hit the start of the End Days on May 21st (conveniently at 6 pm for each time zone as opposed to just all at once at a surprise time). Those who are saved will enjoy The Rapture, floating up to Heaven…

… while the rest of us are forced to stay behind like badly behaved children. Yes, I am assuming that I will not be “raptured”. I looked at the flow chart. Far too many strikes against me.

(click for full size to see where you stand)

Anyway, that’s fine. I have little to fear as I have seen many zombie movies, disaster films, and post-apocalyptic movies so I’m sure I’ll fare reasonably well once everything gets going. And really, I don’t want to be raptured anyway. Here are some of the reasons why in no particular order:

  1. I still haven’t see the season finale of Criminal Minds. I need to know how they end this season.
  2. And speaking of zombies, what about The Walking Dead? I’m pretty obsessed with that show and need to know what’s going to happen next season.
  3. I’m in the middle of reading Divergent which is not quite as good as the whole The Hunger Games trilogy but it’s still highly entertaining and I’d hate to get pulled away from it when I’m only about halfway through it.
  4. The final Harry Potter movie doesn’t come out until July. If I can make to a theater with a good generator I’ll be able to see if they did the last book justice.
  5. I just did my French telephone interview for my Halifax job and I passed it; I have to stick around for the English telephone interview, no time for rapturing!
  6. And hello? Halifax! I mean, sure I could still go but if the roads are all shot to hell we’re going to have to try to get our hands on a tank to make it there and I’m not sure if those are compatible with Breanna’s booster seat.
  7. I have firm plans to do a bit of post-rapture looting. I’ve got my eye on a few nice camera lenses, a flat screen television, the Kinect system, and a new laptop that doesn’t blue-screen on me once a day.
  8. I’ve been progressing so nicely with my yoga, it would be a shame to stop now. I mean look at the crazy stuff I can do! (And ignore my voice and the Canadian accent that goes with it)
  9. I have a lot of crap to take care of on my to-do list on Saturday and frankly I’m just not going to feel like going all the way up to the sky by 6 pm.
  10. I’d hate to think all the mountains of laundry I’ve done in the past week or so have been a waste.

So clearly I just can’t be raptured on Saturday even if I was eligible. I’m a very busy person you know.

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A quiet Mother’s Day works for me

I had a nice quiet Mother’s Day so far today and honestly that’s exactly what I needed and wanted. It started off a little more exciting than I really needed though; just before 6 am I was woken up by a puking Breanna and that’s just never a good thing. It happened twice in the space of an hour and if you happened to hear a strange shattering sort of sound followed by tinkling that would have been my heart breaking when she tearfully asked me, “did I ruin Mother’s Day?”

After reassuring her that being sick most certainly did not ruin anything, I got her cleaned up and back to sleep for a little longer until she finally got up a little past 8 am. At that point she sat in the living room with Hayley and George and I snoozed a bit longer until George woke me up to tell me he was off to the store to get some bacon for brunch. Upon his return he brought me some coffee in bed and I laid back and read a bit (reading this book which is every bit as amazing as everyone has said) until I was called to the living room for brunch. Cooked by George and served by the kids.

Good morning

The kids also gave me their homemade cards and Hayley had made a couple of things in school; the nice thing about having classes in English and in French is you get double the stuff! They also both have a tradition of presenting us with something we already own and love (I don’t know if this is of their own brainstorming or if they got the idea from the Caillou Christmas DVD but either way it makes me smile every holiday) so Breanna had wrapped up one of my books and Hayley had wrapped up a photo of her as a week-old baby. I don’t know, I know that commercialism has attacked Mother’s Day much like it has done with other holidays and there’s some belief that you need to be showered with jewelry and whatnot but as nice as those things are, it’s the homemade presents that stand out to me.

Crafty

I had thought of maybe going to the park for an hour or two but with Breanna not feeling well I decided to pass on that. We did end up making it over to see George’s parents for a brief visit though we didn’t stay too long since they were going out for supper and we still weren’t sure whether Breanna was sick from a virus or just something that she ate.

When we got back, George made supper for us. Poor Breanna’s appetite was pretty low so she had a bowl of soup and we ate some delicious pasta. Afterwards we settled on the couch to watch some TV together but in the end Breanna wanted to go to bed earlier than usual. After a quick bedtime story she was passed out in under five minutes, a bucket on the floor beside her just in case. Unfortunately Hayley was starting to feel a bit off herself so I’m thinking the odds of this being food-related are pretty slim and it’s starting to look like a virus.

We were supposed to go see my parents tomorrow; we usually go on the Saturday but George had to work. At this rate though I’m not sure we’ll be able to. If everyone’s sick they’re not going to handle being in a car very well. We’ll see in the morning.

Strange sickness aside, it was a good Mother’s Day anyway. I had no humongous plans in store so nothing had to be put on the back burner (not that I would have minded anyway) and all I wanted to do was take it easy today which is exactly what I got to do for a large part of the day. Pretty good if you ask me.

Happy Mother's Day

In fact I still want to take it easy and there’s a cup of chamomile tea, a couple of chocolate chip cookies, and a book waiting for me. Happy Mother’s Day to anyone who is a mother, was a mother, wants to be a mother, has a mother, or had a mother. I hope your day was special in some way too.

A Royally early morning

I’m so not a morning person. I haven’t been for as long as I remember. I got up earlier when I was a kid I suppose but for decades now I’ve been someone who loves to stay up late and sleep late the next day (this has been a problem for over eight years now, what with having two kids who enjoy mornings very much). However, this morning – even though I had nowhere to go for hours – I purposely got up with my alarm clock at 5 am so I could watch two people I’ve never met get married.

Yes, I got up before the sun just to see Prince William and Kate Middleton tie the knot.

Since I hadn’t gotten to bed until after 11:30 last night, I was groggy and bleary-eyed during the time that it took to boot up my laptop and head over to the live BBC stream on YouTube (God I love the Internet). As soon as I saw William and Harry in their car leaving Buckingham Palace I woke right up though and it was worth it to be a bit tired just to be able to watch their wedding.

I don’t know how to explain why I’m interested in the Royal Family. I wouldn’t want to be a part of it, I really don’t think I could handle the pressure, the scrutiny, and the whole deal of always being told how to act. William seems to handle it quite well, Harry appears to blow it off by being the unpredictable wild child, and from what I can tell so far Kate is going to deal with it with the self-confidence she has. However, despite not wanting to be a royal person myself (well, maybe when I was a little girl. Or when I’m washing dishes and wishing I had a house full of servants) I am fascinated by this family. It started with Diana and I remember hearing she had died as I sat in a bar downtown. I also remember getting up in the middle of the night to watch her funeral so of course I was going to get up to see her first born son marry his own princess-to-be.

The ceremony was wonderful and beautiful and I am a sap so I was a little teary in parts. The speeches and sermons and lessons were fantastic and I enjoyed every minute of it. I had to get Hayley ready for school but the ceremony was wrapped up before I had to usher her out the door. She missed the balcony kiss but Breanna and I watched it together (and then she re-watched it repeatedly on YouTube, I think I’m in for trouble in the future) and then I showed Hayley after school. The three of us did sit and watch the whole wedding together though, eating scones on the couch.

I also remarked on Facebook and Twitter that Harry was going to wind up single again if he didn’t put his eyeballs back in his head and stop drooling over Pippa Middleton – who looked unbelievably gorgeous.

I know not everyone is into watching the Royal Wedding and that’s okay, I don’t mind if people have no interest. However I saw a few people here and there snidely making comments about how it must be nice that we can all just forget about Libya, murders, Japan, etc etc since all news coverage was set aside to cover the wedding. I completely disagree. I don’t think it’s disrespectful to leave the tragedies for a few hours. They’ll still be there at the end of the day. Meanwhile I started my day with a big smile because for once I turned on the news channel while I prepared breakfast and instead of horror and despair I saw hope and love and joy. I think I might need to re-think my compulsion to watch the national news in the mornings because it really changed my outlook first thing out of bed. There’s something to be said about happy news for a change.

In the meantime, although Hayley enjoyed the wedding tremendously, it seems to have had a huge effect on Breanna. After the wedding was over (and once she was done staring down the balcony kiss), she changed out of her pajamas which is rare for her to do of her own free will. She pranced out of her room with a long fancy dress on, brushed her hair until it gleamed, and has been wearing a tiara for so many hours that I’m wondering if I’ll be able to convince her to take it off at bedtime. She has also been referring to herself as Princess Breanna and practiced curtsying a few times.

And in the time that it took me to type this up she watched this a few more times.

I think she fully intends to find herself a prince. Now I just need to get myself a really awesome fancy hat.

Easter by the hour

Andrea over at The Fishbowl issued a challenge to show your Easter hour by hour. I took the first photo when we woke up (first photo snapped at 8:30 since we got a bit of a late start; Hayley did wake me up at 5:45 but I told her that was a bit ridiculous). After the first one, each subsequent photo will be taken at the top of the hour. I have my iPod alarm set to remind me and when it goes off I’ll take a picture of whatever I’m doing at the time.

I won’t be able to update here every hour of course, but check back periodically and you can see when I’ve added anything new. Happy Easter all! I hope you enjoy our day with us.

8:30 am – The Easter bunny ate half his carrot, drank a bit of water, and took the drawing Breanna made for him:

It begins!

9:00 am – I got out the mugs and the sugar for coffee:

Time for coffee

10:00 am – Watching a movie together:

Chillin'

11:00 am – Taking Winnie out for some fresh air:

Fresh air

12:00 pm – Choosing what to wear for Easter dinner:

Getting ready

1:00 pm – Finally getting myself ready after getting the kids dressed and coiffed:

Primping

2:00 pm – Over at the in-laws’ house for Easter; the kids played with some new Polly Pocket toys:

Play time

3:00 pm – Water was much-needed after having a chocolate martini before dinner:

Refreshing

4:00 pm – A glass of wine to go with Easter dinner:

Cheers!

5:00 pm – After a second helping, plate cleared, still lounging at the table before dessert:

All done

6:00 pm – This scarf came with Hayley’s new outfit but I think I might steal it sometimes:

Moi

7:00 pm – The kids asked their aunt for a bath. Breanna didn’t want her hair washed but Hayley did. She’s not in pain here, but the brush attached to the hair dryer was tickling her neck:

Stylin'

8:00 pm – Home again! Peeling apples for a healthy snack after the chocolate rush:

Almost bedtime

9:00 pm – That’s all folks!

Calling it a night

Check out the full Easter Sunday set over here!