Right, so I kind of moved my blog. It is still on the same domain for the time begin just sitting under the /blog portion of my domain. If I do move my blog, I have no idea what to name it yet or what the tag line should be. I was thinking along the lines of crapiliketoread.com. Since it hasn’t been taken yet, it is high on my list. thingsthatsuckass.com hasn’t been taken either. The possibilities are almost endless!

In other events in my life:

• Finished installing windows, doors, and sky lights
• My mud room flooded but no damage done
• I hate the snow and ice!

That’s it.

Last night our son Alexander scared the shit out of us again. He went into the back yard and he said that he was going to look for some trails. There is a main trail in my back yard that follows the property line and I figured he was just going to stay on that path. Supper would be ready in 15 minutes, so I figured he couldn’t go too far anyhow. When Michelle got home from work, we called out to him but we got no response. I circled the trail but couldn’t see him. I called Michelle and she drove to the fire department just down the street to see what help she could get. They called the RCMP help in finding him.

I stayed in contact with Michelle via cell phone and I even got lost myself on the trails at one point. Each minute I was getting sicker and sicker to my stomach. I heard the siren from the ambulance and they used their PA system to call out to him, so I knew I was close to a road and hopefully he would hear that too and follow the sound. I ended up on the main road and decided to circle back to the house to hook up with RCMP and any rescue workers. When I arrived at the house, I decided to go inside and change into clothes better suited for wooded hikes. When I went inside the house, I heard the faint sound of the PS2. At first, I thought Alexander had left the game on that’s all I was hearing. I decided to take a look down stairs in hopes that he was sitting in front of the TV, totally vegging to the game. When I went downstairs, to my relief, he was sitting in front of the TV, vegging to the video game. Had I not been so relieved, I would have given him a spanking he would have never forgotten.

The Police talked to Alexander and told him:
“If you ever get lost in the woods, find a nice big tree and stay there.”
“If you go into the woods, bring your dog with you.”

Click on the image to see the wooded area that we covered in the search.

On Sunday, Alexander was playing in the yard as he always does and he was playing a little too close to the edge of the driveway when he took a 10 foot fall into the brook. I was in the basement and I heard him screaming. I ran out and get see what happened and Michelle quickly told me he fell into the brook and that she was starting the car and taking him to the hospital. I ran down to pick him up, and at the time, I thought he slipped on some rocks and just took a tumble. I thought this because he was no where near the driveway. I quickly examined him too see what the damage was. There was a good amount of blood but no gushing. A fair amount of scrapes to the knees but no bones sticking out. So, my next fear was a concussion. Michelle was driving and I was in the back seat trying to piece together what had happened. Michelle said she saw him playing at the edge of the driveway, came inside, and the next thing she heard was him scream. When she went outside, she could see him running up the brook and then he laid down.

Michelle was doing about 120 kmh to catch the Millidgeville ferry; we got there just as it was docking. We told the crew that we had an emergency and the ferry took off right away. At this point, Michelle and I swapped places and she looked after him. He was trying to fall asleep but Michelle and the very helpful staff from the ferry help keep him awake by placing cold towels on his face and neck. The ferry crew called the hospital and let them know we were on our way. Took about 3 minutes to get to the hospital and Alexander was in to see the doctor by the time I had parked the car. The did a chest and arm x-ray and they were negative. Then they did a CT scan to make sure everything else was okay. That turned out negative as well. They kept us there until midnight and sent us home. We slept the night at my parents place, since they are right across the street from the hospital, and if we ran into problems, it would only take us minutes to get there. To make my son’s day complete, the next morning he got up and was trying to move a heavy folding table and it fell right on his big toe. OUCH!

Here is a picture of him in the hospital. He wanted to see what he looked like. He asked in the car on the way to the hospital if he was still going to be beautiful.

Here is the picture from the edge of the driveway.

Here is the ground view of the driveway.

And here is where I found him. About 10 feet away from the bridge, where I originally thought he fell from.

He is a very lucky boy. Had he not fallen in the grassy part of the brook, or had he fallen on his head, it could have been a lot worse. Man, I get chills just thinking about how bad it could have been.

This may be old news for some and new news for others. Right before the family left from Moncton, we had finished packing for the night and I had just come back from the liquor store with some beer and wine to relax and have some friends over for a drink and nachos. Michelle also asked me to pick up a pregnancy test on my way back. “Okay, but your not even late” I said. But I humored her anyway and bought the cheapest test I could find.

Got back home and gave Michelle the package. She glimpses over the instructions and it said “results in 5 minutes.” So while she goes into the bathroom, I head down stairs to watch TV. Not a minute later, Michelle comes trotting downstairs and the conversation went like this:

Michelle – “You have to go buy some more vitamin pills because we packed them all away.”

Me – “But we move into the new house in one week. Can’t it wait?”

Michelle – “No, because I am pregnant.”

Me – “Shut up! You weren’t even in the bathroom for 5 minutes.”

Michelle – “Come upstairs and see for yourself.”

So, I go upstairs and I see this bright blue “+” sign. “Yep, your pregnant.”

Finally, we move into the new house and after about a week of unpacking, Michelle got up at about 1:00 am bleeding heavily. She drove herself into the hospital expecting to have lost the pregnancy. At about 8:30 am, I still had not heard from Michelle, so after sending Alexander to school, I called the hospital to track her down. She called me back and said everything was okay and to meet at Cora’s for breakfast but she had something to tell me about the pregnancy. I couldn’t wait, “spit it out” I said.

Michelle – “Well, there is 20 fingers and 20 toes.”

Greg – “Ah, ha. Okay, I am going to play dumb. What does that mean?”

I knew very well what it meant. So, now Michelle is about 9 weeks pregnant with twins and I don’t think I can take any more news.

In about a 2 week period:

• I was packing to move
• Working overtime
• Getting news that my dad was sick
• Finding out that purchase of house might not go through because the sellers didn’t have the money to cover their mortgage
• Finding out that my wife is pregnant
• Finding out that we have twins on the way

There were more ups and downs last months then I think a human being is allow to handle. Haven’t gone to a psychiatrist yet, so I must still be sane.

Update:

Well, we are moved in and about 25% of the boxes have been unpacked. Renovations are starting soon as well. Replacing windows (making bigger), and renovating the kitchen cupboards, counter-top, and sink. Some small plumbing and electrical repairs also.

More pictures on Flickr