Sunday, December 27, 2009

Happy Holidays

It's impossible not to get in the Christmas Spirit when you have a three year old. We left out milk and cookies for Santa, we left out carrots and apples for the reindeer, we hung our stockings with care...and Hudson (for once in his life) willingly went to bed quickly with the hopes that Santa would visit.

He did, of course.

First thing in the morning...seeing that Santa came!

Opening presents, with his ever helpful puppy companion

Bosco made it on Santa's "Nice" list

Opening presents with Romy

Victor and Edouard ripping open their gifts

Holiday hugs

Mama and her boys

(Photo courtesy of Hudson...not bad eh?)

Posing by the tree

Rosy snow kissed cheeks (after "helping" his dad shovel)

Merry Christmas everyone...hope you spent the day with people you love, like we did.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

It's not really Christmas in Montreal...

Until you go visit the window display at Oglivy's downtown.

It hasn't changed since I was a kid. It was so special showing Hudson the exact same display that I used to love when I was little.

It's not all Bah Humbug around here ;)

The only time you'll see Rob dance...

Wanna see what the kids (Romy, Victor, and Edouard) were up to yesterday, while they were babysitting Hudson and Bosco all day?!?

It's freaking hilarious.

Monday, December 21, 2009

Couldn't resist...

Posting this picture.

Hudson got to sample a Starbucks Creme Brulee Latte (oh common...before you all freak was teeny tiny).

He loved it.

He is his parent's son, afterall.

Sunday, December 06, 2009

Dirty laundry

I read a lot of blogs. Some of the ones I like best are the ones that are brutally honest about their lives. The crappy moments aren't sugar-coated. They're unapologetically exposed for the world to read. These bloggers write as a form of therapy, a way to release the negativity they feel. I've debated for two months now, on whether or not I would share on this blog how shitty I've been feeling, and the reason behind it. It's scary for me to see myself changing from someone who used to laugh at everything to someone who is always on the verge of crying. I don't like the new me. I don't want to be the sad/mad/bitter person I see myself becoming. It scares me. It makes me worry that Hudson feels it. It makes me worry that the baby inside me feels it. It's scary being 7 months pregnant and not knowing if, and when, and where I'll be settled in the next two months. I am tired of feeling like life is always a "struggle" for me and my family. When is it my turn to "coast" through life instead of struggling? I feel robbed of a good future, and instead given a bleak one. Without going into detail, we are not moving to BC like I've written about in the past, because that career has ended before it even began. I don't want to sound cryptic, but it's not really my story to tell.

Do I need a kick in the pants???

I know I should be setting my priorities straight. I have a beautiful, healthy child. I have another one on the way. I have a husband who loves me. I have a family who would do anything for me. I have friends who let me cry/vent to them as often as necessary.

So why can't I let this go?