Movin' and groovin'

My blog used to be so much more funny when I was working and trying to kill time and amuse myself by writing about all the nutcases (myself included) out and about in "corporate" Montreal. What a laugh. For some reason, it's hard for me to take anything seriously about Montreal. I don't mean that in a bad way. It's just the vibe of the place that everyone would rather be out at a bar instead of running businesses or maintaining infrastructure or what have you. It's like it's always 4:30 pm on a Friday in Montreal- that time when people are still technically on the job but they are eying the clock and cleaning up their desk and about to get the hell out and have a drink.

Toward the end of living there, it was starting to drive me nuts, but now I kind of miss it.

I am hell of ready for spring. We are moving again. Yep. After less than a year of moving across a province with a 6 month old, we are doing it again in April with a 14 month old. It's good though. 2 bedroom, dishwasher, renovated, one of those cool red lamps in the bathroom like they have at some hotels...they had me at dishwasher to be honest. Gawd I hate washing dishes. The only thing I hate more than washing dishes in drying them. P'tooey.

So we will have to endure another few weeks of box hell with all the packing and unpacking crap, but ultimately (she said hopefully, thinking: for jeebus sake, let this place work out for us) it's for the common good of our wee family. Feel free to send us good vibes on that issue.

The sky is white, the ground is covered with wet snow and the rain/mist is freezing. Quite gross and really, I am done with winter. I want to see sidewalk, sun and hatless, scarfless people. Are you feelin' me?

In Leon news. He's learned to hug and it's probably the cutest damn thing I have ever seen in my life.



T gave me a hug yesterday and Leon watched then hugged himself. Then we gave him his elephant and he hugged him/her. Totally awesome. I wish I could get him to dance more too. He's very particular about what makes him throw his hands in the air and bounce on his knees and sing:laa la laa laaa. Sometimes it's a snippet of classical music on the radio, sometimes it's Elvis Costello and often it's the theme song for Passe Partout.

I was never one for dancing, but I am so going to instill a morning mom and son dance freak-out as soon as he is into it. Then, when he's 13 and wants to barf at the thought that he even has a mom because it's so lame man, I will chase him around and shout: C'mon son! Let's have a dance freak-out like we used to! and he'll shout back: MOM! GROSS!(or the future vernacular equivalent) and run to his room and slam the door. Then I'll ask him through his door if he remembers when I was potty training him and would say: Potty time, excellent- like a play on the Wayne's World theme and he'll say: what the hell is Wayne's World?

Who knows, maybe he will be one of those kids that is so genuinely cool, he will never lose his taste for being silly. I wish I could say that I had been one of those kids, but I most certainly was not. The awkward teenage angst is practically gushing like blood from an open artery when you look at the photographs taken of me back then. Poor me and poor anyone who had to deal with me!

Well. Leon is with the grandparents for the afternoon, but he'll be home soon and dinner must be concocted, so a few more Elvis Costello videos on youtube and then back to being a parent.