Adventures at Chez Cannady

On Friday J.T. spent the night with Ma Ma and Pa Pa (Rob's parents) and his wiggly, wobbly, hanging-by-a-thread tooth fell out. He lost it. Rob's mother wrote a note for the tooth fairy explaining the situation and asking that she be very, very generous. Then she vacuumed with her Rainbow, strained the contents of the water bowl and located the lost tooth. She is more dedicated than I to the cause of the lost tooth. I told him the tooth fairy would know where to find a lost tooth even if we didn't have it. Is it me or is parenting about 75 percent lying? She was indeed generous and left the boy $5 (beats the 25 cents I always got).

Last night Abby said: "If I have to tell you one more time...." I said: "What? What happens if you tell us one more time?" Abby: "Don't say that bad word." Me: "What bad word?" Abby: "Happen."

And then she gets into our bed, settles between us and says: "You're sqooshing me!" Wouldn't that be a good reason to get in your bed darling? Of course not! And I end up with a face full of 3 year old foot by the time she does doze off.

A few days before, she was walking, er, tottering down the hall, pants around her ankles yelling: "I can't take it anymore. I just. can't. take it anymore!"

Sick and Tired

I very much don't want my blog to become overtaken by cancer. This space is my little respite from trials and craziness. And I want it to remain that way. But this week has just been absolutely dominated by this illness.

Mother has had to endure three separate days of shots to boost her white blood cell count. Since white blood cells are generated in the bones, her bones have ached quite badly. She was given a prescription strength pain killer to which she had a very bad reaction. She did not eat and drank very little for 36 hours. Her hair has almost all come out and she is left with just little wisps of gray. She looks tired. Her spirit is flagging a little. All before her second dose of chemo today.

I wish, wish, wish I could snap my fingers and make her better. I wish she did not have to suffer. But if wishing could make things happen then you would already be a mother, your chest would have fixed itself on its own, depression would not have impacted your life, your child would still be here dancing and singing and loving. But that doesn't stop me from wishing and hoping and waiting.

I love you

Even when your breath smells bad and your nose is runny.
Or your hair looks funny.
I love you even when you’re mad, sad or bad.
I love you when you’re sleepy
I love you when you’re dirty.
I love you when you’re smelly.
I love you when you’re grumpy.
I love you with your front tooth.
I love you without your front tooth.
I loved you when you were small and now that you’re tall.
I love you no matter what.

This is our bedtime nonsense tale. J.T. and I. It doesn’t always rhyme and it is certainly quite silly. But we like it. And it always ends with a big smacky kiss.

funny DUI

Just one more reason not to drink and drive. If you're cuffed, you cannot scratch your, er, itchy bits. Tracey, I hope Pip can see this one. And that it doesn't still hurt to laugh!

A Sock Tale

The laundry is never truly finished. It is one of those jobs you can never say is completed. It's not just because someone always adds a towel or a shirt to the hamper just as I've put away the last washcloth. No. The true culprit is the sock.

I'm sure you're familiar with the villain of whom I speak. The lone sock that loses its mate somewhere between foot and clean laundry pile. I have a little stack of them. Tennis socks, argyle socks, lacy socks, a navy blue one. All without a partner. Where is that other sock? What happens to the second half of the pair? It isn't under the bed or behind the couch. I've looked. It isn't squished between the washer and dryer. I've looked there too.

I'm sure the lone socks would like to find their mates. If not, they will soon be paired with Pledge lemon oil furniture polish. Destined to never grace the respective feet of their owners ever again. Instead they face a fate of dust and dirt. Grime and muck. Poor socks. Oh you hidden socks. I give up! Come out, come out wherever you are! And bring my missing earring with you please.

Love Will Keep Us Together

Confession time. I have this song on my ipod. Come on! You know you've got a little cheese on yours too. I wanna hear all your little dirty musical secrets. What songs do you have that others might find a little odd. Just so you know. I'm singing and doing a little "Stop, cause I really love you" hand motion right now. There's a little shoulder bounce and foot tapping too. I know I'm not the only one. Some of you know all the words to Escape and Love Hurts. Please... say I'm not the only one.

Sing-a-long

Sing-a-long with Abby presents these popular songs (with slightly altered lyrics)

The ABC Song. Known hereafter as the QRS song.

"Q - R - S.... A, - L - M - N - O - P" Repeat 25 times.

(She does actually know the right way to sing it. She chooses not to.)

We also feature Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. Also known as the Could You, Were You song.

"Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star, How I Could You, Were You, Where you, Could you." Sung quite loudly and followed by a chorus of the QRS song. Make that several choruses of the QRS song.

She might get it from me. I'm a sing-a-long gal. If you were to pass me as I'm driving to or from work you would see me belting out whatever is on the cd player, ipod or radio. Complete with head and hand motions if at a traffic light. I do it in the grocery store too and I'm not the only one.

I'm a kitchen dancer too. You will find me loading/unloading the dishwasher, wiping down the table, etc while singing and swinging the hips a bit.

Think of the potential embarrassment I can heap on my kids during the teenage years!