Children are advanced beings

When I talk to my kids, words come out and have absolutely no effects, demonstrating that I have not attain a capacity for communication.

All they need to do is come to us, grunt, and we understand exactly what they need and we then do what they want. Their higher form of communication allows them to communicate with us mentally, using odd noises and grunts to capture our attention.

Therefore they are using advanced forms of communication with their higher intellect.

Unfortunately for them, they have to figure out how to communicate with us at lower level so that they may understand us, so they learn to speak our language, and with practice, lose all forms of advanced intelligence and become us.

I may have an IQ of 138, yet I am saddened by the fact that it was way higher when I was a child. What a bummer.

Yesterday at my mom's

Yesterday the kids and I drove to my mom's for breakfast. It was really nice and I enjoy spending those Saturday morning with my mom.

10:30pm call

Someone called at 10:30pm last night, extirpating me from my slumber as I ran to try to lower the ring to make sure it wouldn't wake up the kids.

So I decided to call them around 5:30am when I wake up to see what was wrong (but Sue stopped me, telling me I was mean).

Please, after 9:00pm, it's a bit too late.

We got a lot of snow ...

38 cm of snow fell on Sunday on the Montreal region, along with the other 30 cm we got 2 weeks ago. We have shoveled the driveway four times so far, and there's still a small part left to do. Mr Plow created a 4x6 feet wall on our driveway. I shoveled it today, it was so hard it three my back.

Suzanne went to shovel with Sabrina tonight. Our little girl has a lot of fun on the "mountains" that are easily twice her size. At one point, Suzanne turned to shovel, looked, and Sabrina had disappeared. She fell backwards from the top of the mountain.

"I slid down like a snowball" -- Sabrina

I promise some pictures. Btw it's still snowing.

"No not that" -- Mathieu

Mathieu is 15 months and his vocabulary has exploded in the past 2 weeks. He now knows about 40 words, from normal words like "ball", "that", "doux-doux" to tonight's assemblage: "No not that" he said when Suzanne pointed to something he wanted.

We are relatively sure he meant "yes that", but since his favorite words are now "no no no", well ...

The lion and the bee

This is the story of the lion and the bee

A bee came to a lion.
"Are you like me" asked the bee.
"Do you have a large crowning mane like mine?" asked the lion
"No" said the bee
"Do I have small fluttering wings like yours?" asked the lion
"No" said the bee
"Do you have four strong legs like like mine?" asked the lion
"No" said the bee
"Are you big like me?" asked the lion
"No" said the bee
"Then I must not be like you" concluded the lion.

"But..." said the bee
"Do you smile like me when you're happy" she asked
"Yes I do" said the lion
"And do you talk with others like I do" asked the bee
"Yes I do" said the lion
"And are you happy like me when you eat good food" she continued
"Yes I am" said the lion
"And do you enjoy the sun's rays as I do" asked the bee
"Yes I do" said the lion

"So..." the bee said.
"Maybe you don't look like me, but you are like me" she concluded.

"Martin"

no no no

Mathieu was really good with "yes" now he's just learned how to say "no". Each time he would see the doctor (great doctor at the Children's btw) he would cry and shake his head yelling "no no no".

This morning Suzanne was alone with Mathieu:
"Are you hungry?"
Head shakes up and down
"Do you want some cereals?"
"No no no"
He points to the table where we left the St-Hubert boxes last night because of exhaustion...
"Chicken" he says
"There's no more Mathieu"
He starts crying:
"no no no"

Full weekend ...

Saturday morning:
Suzanne and Thelma go shopping, Martin stays home and plays with kids

Saturday afternoon:
We bring Thelma to the airport for her trip to B.C. and drive to knowlton for Zach's birthday. Really fun party, felt like moving back to knowlton. Kids are exhausted, going to bed almost 2 hours after their usual time. Parents are exhausted but enjoy a bit of time alone before passing out.

Sunday morning:
Suzanne goes to work Martin stays home and plays with kids

Sunday afternoon:
Mathieu's first trip to emergency, opened eyebrows, a few millimeters from needing stitches instead got glued. Incident happens at 13:15, we're at the Children's before 14:00, we leave the place at 18:00. Coming back home our 14 months old boy passes out and we order some Chicken on the way (St-Hubert). Food arrives a bit after us, we go to bed and Sabrina and Martin pass out.

Growing up part II

It began with mama, then maman, and then mommy.

Now Sabrina calls Suzanne: "mother"

"Can I have some juice, mother?"

Growing up part I

We were in bed this morning and Sabrina was lying on me naked, and I was tapping her bum.

"Very soon I won't be able to tap your bum anymore"

She turns around and starts tapping her bum...

"No papa, you see, I can tap my bum"