I posted a blog the other day about my New Year’s resolutions and how they’re going to be ones I can actually fail at instead of the lame-o ones I came up with in 2010. Because, what the hell, right?
Night one with Hammy wasn’t so bad. In fact, I think it was so much excitement leaving the pet shop and getting a new cage and being stared at by a ravenous cat with murder in his eyes, he was just plum exhausted and pretty much slept the whole night.
Enter Cinnamon, or as I like to call him “I’m Pretty Sure You’re Satan.”
Cinnamon, shall we say, is a bit... INSANE. Like COMPLETELY MENTAL. And I'm pretty sure he’s plotting my death.
We have two new additions to our household - Hammy and Cinnamon, two very cute, fluffy, fat-bottomed teddy bear hamsters which I’ve since renamed to “What The Hell Was I Thinking” and “I’m Pretty Sure You’re Satan”.
For months Son No. 2 was begging me to get a hamster and for months I tried to convince him that a pet rat would be a better choice.
No, seriously.
Rats - Not cute, but very smart and social. Not likely to bite.
My husband and I don’t exchange gifts for Christmas. People are sometimes shocked when they hear this but the truth is I don’t want for anything. I have a wonderful family, good health, great friends and throughout the year, when and if I need something, I don’t even have to think twice.
After being together for a few years, many married couples can start talking in point form. We are no exception. Case in point, our conversation from last night.
We kick it old school at our house - my kids pretty much have no "real" video games or gaming devices *insert gasp here*. And yes, I do go back and forth on whether or not to get them into gaming. But until I make up my mind, they entertain themselves by doing stuff like performing magic shows or skateboarding on homemade ramps and rigging up ratchet systems to pulley neighbourhood kids up the tree in the park across the street. Right now
Many years ago on a cold day just like today, I gave birth to my son. A few days later still feeling like I had gone ten rounds with Mike Tyson, I took him home - shell-shocked - not knowing the first thing about raising a child. I remember looking down at this little being asleep in his car seat feeling overwhelmed with the responsibility I had been given.
