I once had a dream...several in fact, but this one has permiated my existance since I entered that blessed (and long awaited) final year of high school. Tired of getting headaches over algebra and chemistry, I decided that my goal as a marine biologist should have died long ago, when I was 8, and realized that there was more to it that swimming with the whales, taking their pictures and documenting their sounds. Actually I lie. I didn't figure that out until I was in grade 12 and loosing sleep because I couldn't make x=13.89! I'm not the brightest person on the planet. Not because I couldn't make x equal some obscure number but because it took me that long to figure out marine biologists spend more time figuring out what x equals than having fun in the water. So my grade 12 year was spent dropping chemistry and taking as many art courses as possible. That, and taking as many spares as possible. My focus switched from achadamia to the arts. I wanted to become and artist! Well, its taken me 8 years and I'm finally doing it! I mean I'm no Michaelangelo or Ansel Adams but I did get a call from PG's art studio today telling me that I'm going to be a part of their art bazzar on June 16th! At that moment I may as well have been Michaelangelo! Only now as I write this am I starting to come off cloud 9 and am realizing how much work I have to do before then! So there we have it...dreams can come true!

Meshach's feeling better

Now that the cold is over and teething is almost done we have all been feeling alot better! Meshach even helped us plant the garden...well sort of. Now the trick is to keep him out of the dirt. And now that we've taught him how to pick dandylions not to pick the other flowers...so we built a fence!

Mommy I don't feel so well...

Isn't he the cutest, most pathetic looking sick kid. Love those cuddles! Hes on the mend now. This was taken on his worst day.

Wheeeeee!

Its an older picture but I thought the blog needed an update. He certainly wasn't doing any of this kind of activity today. Poor guy is teething and got sick...the two seem to go hand in hand for him. This time it got him good. I've never seen him so cuddly, even when he was a baby! He spent the whole day in my arms with his head on my shoulder, he had 3 naps and went to bed at 8. I guess hes making up for the 2 hours of sleep he gave me last night. Well, regardless of myself napping twice today I'm done in. I think I'm going to head to bed too and try and get a head start in sleeping before he wakes up. G'night!