Things You Don't Want to Hear Your Dentist Say.

Ash had a cavity filled at the dentist the other week. The dentist came in and started to swab his mouth with the freezing stuff.

Ash: Um, isn't the cavity on the other side of my mouth?

The dentist pauses, reaches for the chart and examines it for a few seconds. Then starts to swab the other side of his mouth.

Dentist: It's been a long day.

Do You Hear What I Hear?

We live in the end unit of a townhouse (freehold!). We had the best neighbours right next to us when we moved in. They were a family with 3 boys and a dog, and we never heard any noise from them at all. And believe me, these were 3 active boys and a pretty yappy dog.

Last year they moved away and a man moved in next door. We don't really know him too well as he is not home that often. And thank goodness for that, because this guy is a thumper. We can hear him stomping and thumping around, especially right around the time when we are hoping to go to bed. And the other day, we were lying in bed reading before going to sleep when we both could hear this strange noise. I thought it was music until my kind husband pointed out that no, it was our neighbour snoring.

Ewwwww.

Okay, seriously. How loud do you have to be snoring for us to hear it? I mean, in the whole 2 years the other family was living next to us, we didn't hear a peep. And now I can hear this guy snoring?! Maybe I should anonymously drop off some of those Breathe Right strips.

(As I'm typing this, I can tell that he is home. I can hear him thumping around again.)

It kind of makes me wonder what he might be hearing from us.

Happy Dalton McGuinty Day!

Hooray for election promises! Ontario is now celebrating our 2nd Family Day. No longer do I have to grit my teeth in envy when my family tells me about what a wonderful long weekend they are going to have in Alberta. Now I can have my very own wonderful long weekend as well!

This weekend was Cameron's move into a "big boy" bed. He has only fallen out of it once at night. We have placed pillows and his old crib mattress on the floor when he sleeps to help cushion the blow. However, it is still funny to come into his room at 5:15 am to a confused toddler who says "Oh, I fell off my sheets onto my crib!". He has yet to realize that if he doesn't want to stay there, he can get out on his own. I'm sure he'll figure it out soon. Which I'm not looking forward to.

And yes, this weekend was Valentine's Day. This month will be around the time that 10 years ago Ash and I met and started dating. And this year will mark the first time I have completely given up on that holiday and gave Ash the best V-Day present a guy could hope for (not that present); I told him I really didn't want to do anything for it. And I meant it! His birthday is exactly a month from Valentine's Day, then my birthday in May, then our anniversary in June. That's too many significant holidays to have to celebrate in a row, in my opinion. It's hard enough coming up with gifts for this guy.