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Just because I haven't mentioned it here, and I've managed to call my family and Pebble's first owner now, for any that don't already know, we had to take Pebbles in to the vet to have her put to sleep last Friday.

She was an awesome dog, and came into our lives only a 2 and a half years ago, and still she made such a difference in our lives, and was such a great friend to James. 

So here's to Her Royal Grace in better days.

James has a daycare space almost next door to zenten 's work in a licensed daycare facility. This makes me happy. And they're smuggling him in under the 18-month mark because he's so awesome (they're allowed to have 2 kids under the age of 18 months).

Yes, it's more expensive than what we've been paying, but there will be
a) Solid Foods
b) Milk and ample fluids
c) Outside Time
d) Lots of kids
e) Tons of toys
f) A structured day with lots of free play
g) A place to dump all his crap so we don't have to carry it to and from every day or worry about the care provider allowing other children to play with his diapers
h) Arts and crafts
i) sand table
j) water table
k) Rock-A-Bye Bob Marley
l) a guaranteed place for him until he's school aged
m) SNACKS!!
o) kiddie computers
p) phones and keyboards
q) circle time
,,,
you get the point

and zenten  will be able to drop off and pick up James if necessary, which is important since I could potentially have to work overtime, and overtime pay is nice, and right now I can't because I have to go pick up James, and get an earful about how I should be raising my son. 

But first, I have to have the conversation with his current daycare provider... ... ... can I pay anyone to do this for me? 

 I'm fairly certain Pebbles had a tonic-clonic seizure last night

Me: Alright, run down the list again for projects
Mom: Okay, paint the stairs, make curtains, if you can figure out how to fix your brother's pants, please do it.
Me: Anything else?
Mom: If you can come up with an advertising campaign for the Christmas Party this year, that would be great
Me: Okay, review on the dog
Dad: Walk him up the street, then he'll lay down when he's tired
Mom: He'll get up if you rub or pat his belly or lift him up
Dad: ...and feed him one cup of food in the morning and night
Mom: Which is why he's fat... he's only supposed to get 2/3 of the cup
Dad: He's not fat, just lumpy
Mom: Oh, and you have to lock him into the bedroom at night or else he attempts to bark at everything in the neighbourhood.
Me: Got it
Mom: And if you could water the plants, that would be great. Could you also remember to call your cousin about the pregnant thing?
Dad: And if your brother doesn't come home from court and gets thrown in jail, can you get him transferred to Lindsay? I have a buddy up there that can keep him from getting his teeth kicked in
Me: Do you want me to call you, or just tell you when you get back?
Dad: When we get back
Mom: The number's on the desk
Me: Have fun!

So I'm in Toronto... the net really sucks here.. okay, it's actually the computer.
And now I find out there's something fucked up with the cable.
No wonder mom kept repeating "air conditioning", it seems to be the only electronic item working.

In better news: My brother is on parole and my 18 year old single cousin living in Texas North is pregnant.

*back to the circus*