Coucoumellisms

The other day I was reading in the paper about the visit of an "illustrious" French philosopher coming to Québec to give some conference. His philosophy apparently had a lot to do with women and basically, from what I read, his thoughts on the equality of women went like this: "Now that women have been freed by the pill, and may now decide to have sex without the danger of getting pregnant, they are the equal of man." Ummm, excuse me, but what did that make all the women prior to the second half of the 20th century? Inferior to man? Isn't saying that woman are only ARTIFICIALLY equal to man quite the same as saying that women are NOT equal to man? Because if you are dependant on something outside of yourself to be equal then you can't REALLY be equal can you? So in fact we still haven't evolved, we're still saying the same thing, just in a different manner. The way society swings from one extreme to another without really changing things is incredibl...

Some people think I am crazy because I have four kids. They think I must be really busy in a day and not have any time to myself. After having observed a daycare this morning, I think the crazy people are the ones who work in daycares, with 6 children each to watch out for, all within the ages of 1 to 3 years, them and the parents who send their young children there. First of all, I may have 4 kids but the oldest is 11 and the others almost 7, 5 and 2 1/2. I only have to really watch the youngest. And my oldest is old enough to help out. I was at the park today with two other ladies and we were watching a couple of groups of daycares and we were quite glad none of our children were in a daycare. It was just crazy. The kids got far away from the supervisors, they weren't always being watched close enough and besides, how do you keep track of so many young children? It's easy to count to 4, but count to 30? How do you know one hasn't wandered off? Even if you're only assi...

So, today I let him run about half-naked again, and he came twice to me to go to the bathroom. The second time he actually said it, "Me baffroom". Then he seemed to have to go a couple of times again, but nothing came out. So about five minutes later, he passes behind me, goes to the bathroom and I wondered what he was doing in there, so I went to check and there he was, sittin gon the toilet, and he had POOED in it!!! YAY Gabriel!!!! Ah the joys and triumphs of motherhood... exciting news I know...

Hot day today, I filled this rubber box with water yesterday and Dominic and Maryssa are just having a great time. (Since the wading pool is beyond repair)

I have Gabriel running around the house with only a shirt on, since I am hoping to get him potty trained. So far I have not discovered any "presents" or puddles, although I am still not quite sure that he is actually using the toilet or the potty if I am not there... At noon though, I was making sandwiches and he came upstairs and said "Owie, owie" and was holding his penis. I asked him where the owie was and he ran to his room and wanted to put a diaper on. So I suggested the toilet instead and he proceeded to sit and have a good pee.

Everytime I read articles about the american army suffering in Iraq, a strange thing happens. Quite similarly to my husband when the topic of religion comes up, my eyes start to get that far away look, then I start to fidget and finally I get up to do something else or leave the room. Actually, in my case, I just stop reading the article and go on to something else. Not that I don't sympathize with the wives left behind or the soldiers that are sick of being there... (emphasize would be too strong a word, I have a hard time actually feeling moved.) It is mostly because of that absolute certainty of the nobleness and/or necessity of the war that also comes out in those same articles. Also the idea that they are the "good guys" fighting the terrible evil in the Middle East. I just wonder what the generalized evil is that they are fighting. Islam? I do agree that Sadam Hussein is every bit the madman that Hitler was. But he wasn't trying to take over the world (yet) just...

Ok, I am going to be really superficial here and say I am NOT looking forward to being fat again!! I just LOST 15 pounds for goodness sakes,... finally!! I have been trying to lose it for years! And two months later, I get pregnant again... way to go... could it not have waited a few months more (years more?) Ok, good thing is USUALLY I only ever end up with about 5 pounds extra to lose right after giving birth, and they usually disappear within a month or so. (except for that second pregnancy where I ended up with 15 pounds extra, and it wasn't even due to the pregnancy since I mis-carried after 12 weeks, which is where that 15 extra pounds comes in that I'd been trying to lose for years... oh, and the five extra after Dominic, I didn't actually lose and so when I had Maryssa, it was 10 pounds extra which made me 25 whole pounds overweight (ackkk!!), so after her, I quickly lost 5 extra, and slowly lost 5 more, and just before having Gabriel, lost 5 more... so with Gab...