Worth a thousand words

The MIL is currently not speaking to us because, when showing her pictures of my BFFs new baby, she saw a photo of my daughter in a pose similar to this*:

* Note: a stock image has been used

This is apparently horrible, ugly, rude, and we should teach our child better. She blames TV, and the kinds of people we let our child be around.

Clearly we have failed as parents and will be putting our kid up for adoption soon as possible.

Summer 2011 Inventory

• Number of times we have come home to a not hungry dog - 6
• Number of plants in our garden that have since been dug up or replaced (not by us) - 3
• Length of our last visit - 1 hour
• Length of time spent at the pool during out last visit - 50 minutes
• Length of time my MIL spent with us at their pool during out last visit - 0 minutes
• Number of sentences my MIL spoke in English during our last visit - 4
• Number of English sentences related to my daughters eating habits during out last visit - 4

...and it's only July....

Newsflash

I pass this on to you as I am 100% sure it is true and I care for you deeply (one of those statements if false).

According to my MIL we must all stop eating oats as the ink from the box sinks into the oats and causes cancer.

So stop, stop now!

Note:

- This was told to my husband who, I am fairly certain, has never eaten oatmeal in his entire life.

- The only person in our family that buys cut oats that are loose in the box is my MIL.

Things to do

This is the kiddo's calendar for May.

It is a pretty typical example of her social life. Chock-a-block with play dates, birthday parties and family outings.

She is a social butterfly.

My MIL was over on the long weekend... 90% of what she said was in Polish but I did catch the comments about how it is so sad that the Kiddo is an only child. She is so lonely. We are cruel for only having one child.

Note: We can't have more kids and she knows this

Note: My husband is an only child

This kinda makes me sad...

While my relationship with my MIL is turbulent at best, I do want her to have a good (or even great) relationship with my daughter.

I have such amazing memories of my own grandparents and I want that for her too.

We had the in laws babysit a few weeks back (and yes, I know what you are thinking) and the results frankly make me sad.

We came home to find my FIL in the kiddo's room wearing a feather boa and having a tea party. Amazing.

The kiddo went on and on about what a great time they had and all the fun things they had done.

When asked, 'what did you and Grandma do?' The kiddo replied 'She took the dog for a walk and watched TV.'

Sad.

I should have known...

Remember that lovely Christmas I mentioned? Ya, it all went to out the window...

In a haze of that-was-really-nice-wasn't-it-maybe-things-are-getting-better we agreed to go over on NYD for crepes.

After all these years I should know better - but apparently I don't because I drank a lot before I went.

Lots of tea & water + my small bladder = 3 trips of the washroom

On the third I opened the door to find my MIL standing right in the front of the door waiting to ask 'Is your bladder no good?'

Argh.

Credit when credit is due

We had a lovely Christmas. No really, it was easily the best Christmas of my married life.

There was two days of love, yummy food, amazing gifts and I couldn't have asked for more.

There was even a moment over the oplatek when the MIL professed that she wanted to be a better Mother-in-Law.

What can I say - I believe in Santa Claus.