I've got to stop taking Tylenol Sinus at bedtime

One more freaky dream might just send me over the edge. Last night I dreamt I gave birth to the Zuni doll from the made-for-TV movie Trilogy of Terror (click here to see the creepy little freak). Once out, it grabbed the doctor's scalpel (ouch...I guess that means I had an episiotomy) and proceeded to hack at everything it could reach.

That damn movie. I was 6 or 7 years old when I saw it. Mom was working the 3-11 shift, and Dad was "babysitting" Dwayne and me. Dwayne went to bed and Dad fell asleep on the couch, and I (night owl that I was) took the opportunity to sneak out and watch tv. So, the Trilogy of Terror it was. I don't remember the first two bits at all, but the last show with the Zuni doll...well, to this day I don't hang my feet over the edge of the bed because of that little bastard. I see it's available in DVD now so maybe I'll have to watch it again. I'm sure it's quite laughable to a 34 year old...maybe.

My little Heffie

Modeling his jammies he got from Nana :) When I put the slippers on him he asked if we were going outside. Lordy.

Awww, Christmas is over!

And it was a good one :) Jamieson loved his presents, but I think he loved the family parties even more.



This was taken at Mom's Christmas party that was held the Sunday before Christmas. He's playing with the present he got from his cousins Maggie, Brian, Mark and Dakota. To quote him, it was his "best present he ever got."



He is so excited about this book that his cousin, Lexie, gave him. It's one of those books that has the child's name, address and friends in it. He think's it totally cool to see HIS name in a book...especially in a book with SANTA!



Opening a present from Mommy and Daddy. It's a backhoe that has very, very loud noises and music. Not hard to tell Mom and Dad are rookies at this. *sigh* I guess batteries only last so long, hey?



And finally, one of my favourite pics so far. It's from Christmas afternoon at Aunt Michelle's and Daddy has just broken his heart by grumping at him for throwing presents. Poor little guy.

Well, back to work tomorrow. I guess a 3-day work week won't kill me...although it's going to be b-o-r-i-n-g with probably just 3 of us in the office. Oh well, Mickey Mouse week or not, I might catch some good sales downtown ;)

Merry Christmas everyone!

Charlie, the Christmas Tree

Billy picked him out all by himself...I think maybe from the G1S pile *wink*. At least I can turn the fugly side to the wall.

I bought Jamieson his own ornaments this year, hoping he'd leave the rest of them alone. So far it's working - he just plays with Spiderman, Boots and Spongebob. I see in the pic that Spidey and Boots fell off the tree *again*. Spongebob's on the missing list...last place I saw him was in Jamie's bed.

I set up my village again this year, against my better judgement. Jamieson can NOT keep his paws off it...he just can't. This is what it looks like 99.9% of the time.


It's like post-Juan Halifax.

I'm on vacation this week...hoping to get everything done. I've got scads to do before Santa shows up, but Jamie and I have a bad cold and we're taking it easy for a few days. Then I'm back to work next Monday and Tuesday, then off until after Christmas. Yay me!

Happy Birthday, Brea!

My niece, Brea, just celebrated her 10th birthday! Here she is waiting for Nanny to light the candles...pretty riveting stuff, apparently.

Potty Training Woes

I guess the days of plunking Jamie on the potty in front of the TV are over. After supper I thought we might have a good chance at making our first #2 in the potty. So I stripped him down, put him on the potty in front of the tv and told him to try to poo before Dora was over.

He tried for a bit, but nothing doing. So he stands up and says he's taking the potty back to the bathroom. I nearly died when he bent over to pick it up because he backed his bare bum into the Christmas tree and took off hollering.