Whirlwinds, raindrops and spooky kids.

It's Hallowe'en. The end of October. That means tomorrow is November. And then 30 days until December. Are you kidding me?! Where the heck has the time gone, because as far as I know I was just pregnant a few weeks ago.

Not having any of this having a 3 month old and a 2 year old crap. It's first thing in the morning and I'm listening to R2D2 reading his homereading that he needed to finish up and with his words and the occasional stumble, Tink is playing with some little talking toy that I had picked up for R2D2 years and years ago. I find it amazing how well children read. Or it could just be him. He's got a knack for the written word so it makes me wonder what's going to come from him the older he gets.

Is he going to be academically inclined and surpassing me in any hopes of trying to be smarter than my children? Is he going to be artistic and follow the path of music that he's already dabbling his toes into? He's been in piano now for the last 2 years and I couldn't be more proud of my little man. He's really shown a knack for those black and ivory keys. Where I used to be able to read sheet music, I only remember things because of some little school rhyme I was taught way back when in possibly the 3rd grade.

E-G-B-D-F are the names of the lines of the Treble clef. F-A-C-E the spaces are easy!
But for right now, he's going to be a PowerRanger.

It's raining today. I hope it stops in time for the little ghouls and goblins that get to come out and play this evening. I love Hallowe'en. I wish, in some small way, we decorated the house for holidays. But let's be realistic.

I hate cleaning.

I hate it.

I hate it so much sometimes (okay, all the time) I wish it would just piss off. Yet here I am, day after day, slogging away. I'm a slave to the housework. Sometimes. I could do better I suppose. Husby put me to shame the other day and it kind of made me feel really bad. There he was doing all the things that I should have been doing, yet I was pinned down by a constantly nursing/feeding infant. It's exhausting.

Speaking of exhausting...I need to whip this house into shape. Badly. And I have 3 days to do it. I have 3 days to get all the laundry completely done (washed, dried, folded and put away), all the bedding washed, kitchen, living room... floors... bathrooms done. Not to mention packing.

Packing? Why do you ask? Husby called the Peds office yesterday like we were told to do. She said she would call us back when she talked to the Ped. A couple hours later and she calls me to inform me that she's pretty sure we're going down to Vancouver for our Neuro consult for 2:30. November 5th.

As in next freaking week. So we planned to leave first thing Tuesday morning.

And then Genetics called and we talked for a few minutes about when we were going to be down there and so she would call me back in hopes she could get us in to see their team around the same time.

We had the choice of the day before or the same day, pretty much at the exact same time as our Neuro appointment ended. So we chose to have our Genetics consult on Tuesday. So goodbye leaving Tuesday morning and hello leaving Monday. First. Freaking. Thing. A rush of so many things to do in really not that long of a time to do it.

After waiting for so long the start of it all happens next week. I'm not sure how I feel about this. I am so thankful that my mum will come in and watch the kids so that we don't have to bring them with us. It's a weight off my shoulders knowing that we can focus solely on what the doctors have to say and not needing to worry about what the other two kids are doing.

However. This will be the farthest away we have ever been without Tink. Both parents gone for possibly up to a week? Oh man. Gives me a small sense of panic to leave her. I just can't stand the thought of it.

Quick Tink Update. She's now making pig, horse, cat, dog and cow sounds. She says thank-you, say thank-you, hi and now she says woooooooooooooooow. She knows where her nose is and her tummy. Not much but hey, we're getting there! I swear she's only quiet because if she were to start talking, she'd give away all kinds of devious plots she's dreaming up. Or the plans of toddler terror she makes up on the fly. Let me tell you. Tink is all kinds of trouble.

Quick Dinky Update: Last night there was pretty good progress in regards to tummy time! After a good feed I swaddled him and laid him up on my shoulder to burp. Not only did he do so, he also lifted his head up for close to 10 seconds a few times to look around. He also was grabbing his blanket and rubbing it up against his face...rubbing his eyes. I held my hand out for him and he grabbed onto my finger and kept trying to suck on it but always managed to get his own fist in his mouth. Fine by me! Progress there as well!

Both of our laptops are out of commission. I'm going to have to update via my cellphone. But I WILL update while we are down there.