In typical holiday fashion, Rowan got sick on December 23rd, and I picked it up on Christmas Eve. I was sick as a dog, with a fever shivering in my bed. I am still not feeling well, and I missed out on a lot of the fun Christmas activities this year. Rowan, while not 100%, was feeling well enough to enjoy the last several days filled with food, family and PRESENTS. I drug my sorry self out of bed on Christmas day to take pictures of Rowan opening up his presents. Santa brought and put together a train set for Rowan downstairs. That's right, Santa assembles at the Eaton residence....
My fashion muse at the moment....Taylor Tomasi. The Style and Accessories Director for Marie Claire, Tomasi has become a recognizable figure at fashion weeks around the world, and not just for her unmistakable red hair. Her style is a blend of edgy and constructed with soft and feminine. Take a look. All pictures courtesy of the Jak and Jil blog.
This is going to be a picture heavy post. Here are some pictures of Day 2 through Day 11. I will be catching up on Day 13 through 16 tonight. Day 13 will be an interesting one. It has to do with my first hand experience with a person that was not in the festive, holiday spirit. I got rear-ended while stopping for a pedestrian in a residential area on my way to dropping off Rowan at daycare. Yes, Rowan was in the car. Everyone is fine. It really was a minor accident with just at teeny, tiny scratch on my bumper. And even then, you really have to get up close and personal to be able to see it. This guy, who was clearly in the wrong and was not driving to the conditions, tried to brake, hit a patch of ice and ran into me. The kicker? He gets out of his car and starts SCREAMING at me. He went off. Right in front of Rowan. I asked the guy, if he could take it down a notch and refrain from cursing like a sailor, because my child was in the backseat. He screams back at me..."I have two children!"...So I replied. "Well then you ought to know better". After that comment, he gets back into his car, and at this point I presume he is going to just move his car to a side street that has less traffic so we can exchange information. Ah no...He gets into his car and high tails it out of there. Flees the scene. It happened so fast....Rear ends me, gets out to tell me off and then leaves. Lesson learned for everyone that is involved in an accident. Get your phone out and take a picture of the license plate immediately. Easier said then done. It all happened so fast. Rowan was upset about the guy screaming at me. I told him that Santa was putting him on the naughty list and that the "bad man" was getting no presents this year. Rowan liked this. He talked about "the bad man" all day long. Merry Christmas.
Stank is our nickname for the newest addition to our family. This is because his breath literally smells like broccoli that has been rotting in the garbage for about a week. It's gotta be a gastrointestinal issue. The boy has had his teeth professionally cleaned, is on a dental dog food, and gets his teeth brushed....And it all doesn't seem to make a difference. We love him nonetheless. And by some force of nature, Lola loves him too. It really could have went either way.....I mean, she is the Queen Bean, the princess, our only little girl. In other words, she can be a real prick at times.
They have joined forces to annoy the living shit out of us. Frank barks, then Lola barks. Did I mention I hate barking....So, in my ultra stern voice, I tell them to "shut it". Which Rowan has picked up...My bad. They turn to me to see who it is that is talking to them, realize that is only the woman who is literally the lowest person on the respect totem pole and continue to bark away. They love to torture me.
Then there is all the kissing. They kiss incessantly. Seriously, they need to get a room. It started off as really cute. All...look they are getting along, they like each other. The cuteness is starting to wear off.
I am so thankful that Frank is all settled in, and is feeling comfortable. I know this, because he took Lola on a few days ago....Usually when she is annoyed and decides to rip his face off, he comes a running for a human. But this time, he was taking no mess from the Bean, he actually went back for a second round of whoop ass. Like I said, he's getting comfortable.
And I know that they love me. Because look at how they'll oblige me for a December Daily picture....
I just finished Day 8 of my December Daily. That means.....I am NOT behind. I know...I surprised myself by keeping up with it for this long. The holidays are always a struggle to find a balance between work and home. Work usually wins. And even though this November/December has been challenging on the work front, I have managed to strike a nice balance. Here are a few pictures that have made it into the album. I love Christmas. I really do.
The tree is up. Now give me some snow! It was snowing all pretty like this morning, but it has since stopped. I have the urge to make a snowman with Rowan, but the white stuff is a key ingredient.
I took a stroll to Anthropologie today. Love, love, love their displays. They actually had a sign on the door looking for display people. Such a cool job. Maybe in another life. Here are the various pictures that will make it into Day Two of the December Daily. The first two pictures aren't holiday related, BUT I wish Santa would bring them to my house for Christmas.
First page of my December Daily is done. We shall see how long it lasts. Took some quick pictures of the first page, in addition to some scrapbook pages that I have completed these past few months. It is a miserable, rainy day here in Toronto. Just received an e-mail about the latest issue of Covet Garden. If you haven't checked this e-zine out, you really should take a peak. Tons of home decor inspiration.
All of the layouts were done with kits from Studio Calico. Not a whole lot of sunshine to take good pictures today so these will have to do for now. Little bit of Kelly Noel inspiration for the Hockey Days layout.
In no particular order, I love
*my son Rowan*
*my hubby and partner in crime, James*
*my leg humping pug, Lola Bean* my stinky breath pug Frank the Tank*
*the Atlantic Ocean*
*silliness and nonsense*
*a great quote*