hairy furniture

Yoshi is a furniture dog. If given the chance, he’ll be on the furniture as soon as we leave the house. Bed, chair, couch, it doesn’t matter. He rarely does it in our presence, but he always does it when we’re not home. So we’ve taken steps to try to prevent it. We block the upstairs so he can’t get on the bed or futon, and we put the cushions up on the couch and the chair in the living room, so there’s not an inviting soft spot. For some reason he avoids the la-z-boy, maybe because it rocks.

Anyway, putting the cushions up was working for a while, but lately I’ve been coming home and one or two cushions have been pushed down. My suspicion was that he was pushing them down and lying on them, but I wasn’t convinced, because they weren’t getting dirty. And last night I noticed the seat of the chair (where the cushion lies) was very dirty, which was a bit perplexing.

Today I discovered what is actually happening. As I left the house with Elliot in the stroller, I looked up at the front window and Yoshi was standing on the back of the couch. Full on standing, all fours on the couch back. If I wasn’t so mad I would have laughed, as you could see his whole body in the window. I thought about going back into the house to kick him off, but realized he’d just go back on. Then he had the nerve to lie down…again on the back of the couch. That’s when I laughed. The back of the couch is not that wide! So that’s how the cushions are getting knocked down.

When I got home, he wasn’t on the couch (I snuck up to the house and peeked in the window). When I opened the door, he came trotting around the corner, and it sounded like he’d just been on his dog bed. Good boy. Oh yes, did I mention that? We do provide him with at least one soft, poofy dog bed, but that apparently is not good enough. I went upstairs to put Elliot to bed, and came back down less than five minutes later to see Yoshi curled up on the chair…with the cushion still up behind him. So that explains why the chair is so dirty.

There are reasons he does this…he likes to be able to see outside and see who’s coming and going, he loves to be lying in the sun and he wants to be doing both these things on a soft surface. Unfortunately he can’t see outside from his dog bed, and unfortunately his dog bed doesn’t follow the sun.

Right now he’s curled up on his bed, in the sun. Because his pushover mum moved his bed to the biggest patch of sunshine she could find.


Last night our furnace started emitting a high-pitched wail. We went down and checked it out, because we know so much about furnaces, and decided after gazing at it for a few seconds that it probably needed some servicing. Something else our landlord has to deal with.

We went to bed, and in the middle of the night I had to go turn the heat down, because every time it came on the wail woke me up. I envisioned our furnace exploding beneath us (over-active imagination at night).

This morning as I was lying in bed, I realized the heat wasn’t coming on at all, and it was chilly. Yup, we’re out of oil. Already. We just got $300 worth put in on November 30! That’s more than $150 a month, more than $5 A DAY. Scary. And we rarely have it about 66 degrees.

Maybe it’s time to close the damper on the fireplace and put some weatherstripping on our front door. Or maybe it’s time for me to go back to work so it’s not on all day. 🙂

My hands are freezing right now, but the oil just came, so I’ll go put the heat back on. And watch the dollars slip by.

useful vocabulary

Greg and I were playing Scrabble last night, which means we had the dictionary out. We don’t play by the official rules that include the ability to challenge your opponent on a word. Instead, we use the dictionary to check if a word we are thinking of is actually a word. We’re not allowed to peruse the dictionary, just look up specific words.

Anyway, after the game I was reading a few definitions in our brand new Concise Oxford English Dictionary, and I came across this term:

Belisha beacon: n. an orange ball containing a flashing light, mounted on a post at each end of a zebra crossing

Now, try incorporating that in every day conversation!

Wikipedia has some more information on the term. I didn’t even know they had zebras in the UK.

household chores

I don’t mind doing housework. It’s not my favourite thing to do, but I get a certain amount of satisfaction from a clean kitchen, clean laundry, and a dog hair-free floor (okay, the last thing has never happened, but we can always hope).

But there are a few chores that drive me nuts, especially doing them repeatedly and I wish there were some magic fairy who could do these chores for me.

There’d be the Ziploc Fairy, who would wash and dry all the Ziploc bags for me, so they wouldn’t first sit in a stack by the sink, and then forever hang off the fridge, drying.

There’d be the High Chair Fairy, who would wash Elliot’s high chair tray after every meal. Bonus points for washing his bib and the floor as well.

The Front Hall Fairy would sweep through the front foyer, pick up shoes, hang up jackets, open and sort the mail, recycle envelopes, and generally clean up the dumping ground of our house.

The Post Laundry Fairy would take our freshly cleaned and folded laundry and put it all away. Within five minutes of it being folded, not within five days.

The Diaper Genie Fairy would take Elliot’s diapers straight out to the garbage, right after each diaper change.

Ahhhh…sure would be nice.

sunset walk

Elliot, Yoshi and I went for a walk a couple of days ago just as the sun was starting to set. It was beautiful.


I tried to get a good picture of Elliot and Yoshi together, but it didn’t work. Every time I tried to make Elliot smile, Yoshi would come toward me.

the boys

My pictures don’t really do justice to how beautiful the sky was. Too bad my husband wasn’t there to capture the moment!

dock sunset

We were out for about 90 minutes, and it got colder as the sun went down. Good thing Elliot was in his ‘Chuck Roast’ suit. I eventually covered his hands up — despite his protests.

toasty boy

If you looked west over the water, you saw the sun setting, but if you looked south, it was dark as night.

threatening sky

One of the prettier walks I’ve been on, that’s for sure!

relative time

So here we are, three days into 2007. This time last year I was seven months pregnant and trying to convince myself that two more months really wasn’t that long. This year I’m trying to convince myself that two months really is quite a long time…as that’s how much time I’ve got left before I go back to work.

I am going to try to slow things down a bit and try to enjoy every day with Elliot. I know that’s impossible, but even if I can just keep in mind that our first year together is coming to an end, I think it’ll help me sit back a bit and maybe reduce the amount of fretting I do over his upbringing.

And if my husband is reading this he’ll know that’s probably not possible either (the fretting reduction part). Oh well, how ’bout I just say that Elliot and I are going to have a good time together over the next few months. And that good time certainly doesn’t need to end when I’m back at work, it’ll just be a different life for all of us. And we’ll get used to it.