Summertime!

Our little vacation in St. Albert will soon be over. It's been great..and as my Mom predicted, we want to sell our tiny dark condo and move on up to a house. Now. It feels like too much to take on right now though. Fixing up the condo to make it "sellable" alone would be hella work. St. Albert is a nice little city. I think I prefer the Big City though. Easier to get around and a better recycling program. Mika has been enjoying herself too, even though her favorite items (gymini and exersaucer) are back at home. Mika's bed is in Auntie Serena's room. Auntie Serena is a virgo/libra cusp. Her room is the epitome of seaside cottage decorating perfection. Nothing spells perfectionist like a virgo/libra cusp! Everything is white and/or delicate looking. Now blemished with a bassinet. Serena's fancy lace throws on the bed are covered in a huge flannel blanket and change pad. On the first day, we were coaxing a frightened Selby out from under Serena's bed. A fancy white cat food saucer thing with a fresh heap of some super fancyass canned cat food placed on a perfectly aligned white throw rug in front of the bed. Selby came out, had a bite, and ran for other cover. Daddy brought Mika in for a change right after Selby bolted out of the room and, of course, stepped in the cat food and then down onto the white throw rug. I washed it and put it back and am hoping Serena won't notice a thing. I'll fess up to it later after Shawndee reads the backposts and rats me out to her sister. :) These are the kinds of things that you can get away with when you've been friends for over 25 years.
We will be going out to get fancy new cat food saucer things today. Daddy seems to have a thing for them. Last night he broke the same one that he stepped on earlier in the week. Pulled a glass from the shelf without noticing until too late that it had a smaller glass nested beneath. Smaller glass hit cat food saucer thing and shattered it to bits. Yeah. We're the best housesitters evah!

We've been lulling Mika to sleep with the 80's station on Galaxie. All those songs that I had forgotten and never wanted to hear again. Parachute Club? really. Sleeping Bag by ZZ Top. Eternal Flame by The Bangles. Hurts to be in Love by Gino Vanelli. I think you get the picture. Sadly, Daddy and I remember most of the lyrics to those damn 80's songs, so its easy to sing her to sleep. We're not so good at the 70's lyrics or current top40 or anything else on Galaxie, really. The poor child is stuck with us singing Bryan Adams and Honeymoon Suite. Or the Spoons! Oh the Spoons..that Romantic Traffic. Chalk Circle! Gowan! Heh...the Canadian content is killer. Sadly, I still enjoy the Platinum Blonde songs. Anyway, it puts Mika to sleep pretty dern quick. For the only way that she knows how to make. it. stop. is to go to sleep.

Mika is enjoying having her Daddy around this week. Two adults to cleanse, fold, and manipulate all day. We went for a walk on Whyte yesterday as we needed to get laundry soap from EGS. We stopped in at Nana's place to see how she was doing and to let Mika see her cousin Lucas again. Last time she saw him, it was meltdown mania. This time, she was delighted. She tried to smack his face and hug him at the same time. If she keeps that same attitude towards boys later in life, she'll do just fine.
Oooh..Mika spit up on her Dad's head this morning. It ruled! He was giving her a shoulder ride at the time. Luckily, he was wearing one of those damn bandanas on his head. Dude needs a haircut. We both do. (Amber? Are you there? We're trying to figure out how to get a Calgary trip in before the end of the summer. Sorry I haven't called you back yet either. Nice friend!)

Serena told me that there are many bigass black spiders in the basement here, but I have not seen a one. Saw one of those cute little black and yellow caterpillars though. The best critter sighting so far has been the wild canaries in the backyard.
We're cleaning up the place today...Daddy was just vacuuming with the crazy old upright Kirby. I'll be doing the stairwell and kitchen floor. Whee! It always seems easier/more fun to clean other people's places than my own. Even as a kid, I had no problem cleaning my friends' rooms, but my own was a permanent disaster unless my Mom flipped out and cleaned it herself.

Speaking of which, I have typed too much and cleaned too little this morning. Off to sweep!