It was a lonnnnng day, the other day. Hayden hated me and I hated him (yes I just said that). Alex, well Alex is only 9 months but just acting like a 9 month old was enough to put me over the edge this particular day (yes I just said that as well).
Bedtime couldn't come fast enough because I was so excited to get out of the house to go grocery shopping.
This wan't just an ordinary shopping, it was a "I just had a long bad day of kids screaming so I'm going to take my time going up and down the isles, maybe check out some joe fresh in silence" kind of shopping...and I did.
It was all so lovely until check out when I noticed the poor mother of two in front of me with the same look on her face as I had all day. Her little ones were screaming and I could tell it was everything in her to keep her cool. Normally I could handle it, but this time it wasn't going to happen. The thought of listening to yet another child scream on this particular day was enough for me to make the 6:00 news "33 year old woman looses it at Loblaws, full story at 6:00".
So I quietly back my cart up (because I didn't want to insult my people) and head for the furtherst possible check out. The furthest possible checkout had the longest possible line up, but this was once again the best of the bad. Line up for silence...hmmmm there seems to be a pattern here.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
The best of the bad
To get through the crap I decided to find the best of the bad. With both kids sick last week the state of
harmony in the home was...well lacking. Both babies wanted to be on me 24/7 and neither wanted the other close by. One morning in particular was especially special because Hayden was up at 4:40 and Alex not too long after. By 7:00am neither were interested in napping so I scooped both of them up and said, "that's it, into the car we go". It was a Tuesday morning during rush hr and this was my best of the bad. So in two hrs I drove out to Burlington and back for a little serenity. The silence trumped the bumper to bumper mess and all were happy (until we got home).
harmony in the home was...well lacking. Both babies wanted to be on me 24/7 and neither wanted the other close by. One morning in particular was especially special because Hayden was up at 4:40 and Alex not too long after. By 7:00am neither were interested in napping so I scooped both of them up and said, "that's it, into the car we go". It was a Tuesday morning during rush hr and this was my best of the bad. So in two hrs I drove out to Burlington and back for a little serenity. The silence trumped the bumper to bumper mess and all were happy (until we got home).
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Honestly? Seriously? Really?
So....
It's 7:15am and I've been up since 4:40am because Hayden has the croup and Alex has an ear infection.
Both kids go down at the exact same time with two totally different colds, really? what are the chances of that? Same day.....different colds.
The fun part you ask? Well... the fun part is both kids can still (on top of what they already have) can catch the other's cold. yessssssssssssssssssssssssssss
So I told all germs as both kids sat on my lap crying and snotting to back off and go find another kid to infect because if the babies haven't had enough, Marcus and I have.
Good news.. Hayden can fight the croup REALLY well and only needed one doese of steroids. Maybe Alex will dodge this round of croup like he did this winter. (they are holding hands right now exchanging snot as we speak, FAT CHANCE!)
off to go for a drive as this is a |"pray to god they fall asleep in the car" kind of morning.
It's 7:15am and I've been up since 4:40am because Hayden has the croup and Alex has an ear infection.
Both kids go down at the exact same time with two totally different colds, really? what are the chances of that? Same day.....different colds.
The fun part you ask? Well... the fun part is both kids can still (on top of what they already have) can catch the other's cold. yessssssssssssssssssssssssssss
So I told all germs as both kids sat on my lap crying and snotting to back off and go find another kid to infect because if the babies haven't had enough, Marcus and I have.
Good news.. Hayden can fight the croup REALLY well and only needed one doese of steroids. Maybe Alex will dodge this round of croup like he did this winter. (they are holding hands right now exchanging snot as we speak, FAT CHANCE!)
off to go for a drive as this is a |"pray to god they fall asleep in the car" kind of morning.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
This Spring
This spring, Hayden discovered that he loves flowers, rocks and sticks. He learned to ask for the "swings" at the park and to run in the "gass". This spring he realized that certain faces got a laugh out of Marcus and I and even Alex. Hayden learned to get up and off the couch himself, spin in circles and dance when his favorite song came on. This spring he became my second skin thinking I'm both the best and worst person in the world. He learned how to swim with a life jacket on, open the slider door on his own and run out into the rain puddles in his bare feet when I wasn't looking. This spring Hayden realized that when the car was in the drive way, that Marcus was home. He learned that picking his nose was gross and that poo poo was stinky. This spring Hayden realized that both him and I can't get enough hugs and even when we disagree (that was polite) we can still be friends five minutes later. This spring my little boy went from being a baby to young child right before my eyes.
This spring Alex learned to comando crawl across the room, eat more, giggle at Hayden and smile and clap when Marcus would enter the room. He learned how to sleep through the night and nap when I wanted him to. This spring he nearly jumped the jolly jumper right of the hindges, and out grew the bouncy seat. Alex learned to protest when a toy was taken away and let me know when he wanted to eat what I was eating.
Although Alex is changing daily, he is still a little runt who I want to keep that way for as long as possible because this spring I realized how quickly these little guys grow up.
This spring I was happy to welcome the warmer weather and say hello to sun burnt cheeks. This spring I'm relieved to open windows and wake up with the sunshine. This spring will be the only spring I will get to spend with both of my boys daily, so I wanted to write about this time so when Im old and feeling nostalgic I will be able to re-live one of the best seasons of my life - this spring.
This spring Alex learned to comando crawl across the room, eat more, giggle at Hayden and smile and clap when Marcus would enter the room. He learned how to sleep through the night and nap when I wanted him to. This spring he nearly jumped the jolly jumper right of the hindges, and out grew the bouncy seat. Alex learned to protest when a toy was taken away and let me know when he wanted to eat what I was eating.
Although Alex is changing daily, he is still a little runt who I want to keep that way for as long as possible because this spring I realized how quickly these little guys grow up.
This spring I was happy to welcome the warmer weather and say hello to sun burnt cheeks. This spring I'm relieved to open windows and wake up with the sunshine. This spring will be the only spring I will get to spend with both of my boys daily, so I wanted to write about this time so when Im old and feeling nostalgic I will be able to re-live one of the best seasons of my life - this spring.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
The ugly truth
I started this blog as a journal for the family. Quick and to the point polite updates about being pregnant, the birth of the boys etc. Then I decided to carry it on as a journal for the boys and their families to read as well one day. Along the way of diving into this new world I realized very quickly there are many things you are not warned or prepared for (negatively speaking) and made a promised to myself that if I wanted to remember this experience exactly the way it was then I was going to be honest in my posts..no matter how embarassing.
So here goes one of those not so perfect posts about a not so perfect day in my not so perfect life!
A few weeks ago I was happy to see the sign "It's a boy" hanging outside of my neighbours home. It had been a long year inside so I had no idea there was even a couple let alone a couple having a baby, in arms reach. Yay! I thought, someone right across the street I can grab for a coffee, a walk...how convenient!
So yesterday six weeks after the new little boy was born the new mom emerged from that "jesus christ what just happened to me" coma and was getting ready to go for a walk. I was doing exactly that and thought this would be a perfect opportunity to introduce myself. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. (this is where the story starts to take an ugly turn).
Seeing that I had only moments to make my move, I instantly started to rush, rush, rush like a spaz trying to get the kids buckled in so I could time our "bump in" perfectly. Really Joanna? You're not picking her up you know...and seriously, who does the bump in thing unless it's in a made for tv movie.
Anyway, I time the bump in and we meet. I congratulate her on her lovely little boy and let her know that if she ever wants to have a coffee or go for a walk that I am just right across the street. Before she even has a chance to respond I jump in and say "Well why don't we walk together right now?" Not even thinking for a moment that maybe, just maybe she may have other plans. She tells me she's on her way down to Queen street for a shopping, but before she can go on, I once again pipe up and say "Ok, I'll walk with you, it's on the route that I was going on anyway". I proceed to tell her that I can't go all the way down the hill with her because the boys are now too heavy to get back up - like I was invited anyway!
So we're walking and talking and pretty quickly I sense that "she's just not that into me" and I suddenly feel nervous. So I start rambling on about god knows what not letting her get a word in edge wise, talking about me me me and my experience with the kids and what we do...me me me, I I I. "Hi nice to meet you, I'm your narsasitic know it all, self imposing neighbour". The more I talk, the more I'm embarassed yet I can't stop. Next thing you know I'm on my way down the hill with her, basically following her now and again....I can't stop. We reach a fork in the road when I finally get a grip and realize that I should probably leave the poor girl alone and head off in my own direction. So I make up some excuse that I have to start heading back...but really, why lie? She looks at me with this "I think you are a little crazy" look on her face and says "didn't you say you can't make it back up these big hills". - So I turn around and say "ohh no, this hill is fine it's the other one that I have trouble with". If we weren't standing at the bottom of a MASIVE hill this lie would have took...but we weren't. So she says "okayyy" and we part ways with "let's do this again" - yea right.
We wave good bye and I turn to look up at this huge mountain I need to climb ahead of me. Jesus. I quickly forget about my past performance and hike the mountain like the little engine that could. So up I go, talking myself through it and home I was 30 min later -sweaty, exhausted..but I made it.
I push the boys up on to the drive way (which is a slight hill), park it, put the breaks on and proceed to lift Hayden out of his seat first and onto the steps up to the house. When I turned to get Alex, my heart fell into my stomach as I watched the stroller fly down the drive way, hop the curb and into the middle of the road! With my feet not even touching the ground I go running out into the road arms waving, yelling "oh my god this and oh my god that". I guess I didn't put the breaks on like I thought. I grab the handle bars and snatch the stroller out of the road and check Alex to see if he's ok. Smiling and laughing Alex was fine, but I was paralized from the waste down and numb thinking about "what if this and what if that".
I sat down on the steps beside Hayden, holding both of them while I took a deep breath and immersed myself in self loath. When I looked up after a few moments of "how could I this and how could I that" I spot my new "friends" husband across the road who while gardening, watched the whole gross episode go down. Wonderful! So now I'm not only the crazy and desperate neighbour, but a terrible mother as well - great first impression. I'm sure dinner conversation was not lacking for the new parents that night.
So there you have it. Desperate and failed pick up attemps and a moment of motherly delinquency.... the ugly truth, as ugly as it can get.
So here goes one of those not so perfect posts about a not so perfect day in my not so perfect life!
A few weeks ago I was happy to see the sign "It's a boy" hanging outside of my neighbours home. It had been a long year inside so I had no idea there was even a couple let alone a couple having a baby, in arms reach. Yay! I thought, someone right across the street I can grab for a coffee, a walk...how convenient!
So yesterday six weeks after the new little boy was born the new mom emerged from that "jesus christ what just happened to me" coma and was getting ready to go for a walk. I was doing exactly that and thought this would be a perfect opportunity to introduce myself. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. (this is where the story starts to take an ugly turn).
Seeing that I had only moments to make my move, I instantly started to rush, rush, rush like a spaz trying to get the kids buckled in so I could time our "bump in" perfectly. Really Joanna? You're not picking her up you know...and seriously, who does the bump in thing unless it's in a made for tv movie.
Anyway, I time the bump in and we meet. I congratulate her on her lovely little boy and let her know that if she ever wants to have a coffee or go for a walk that I am just right across the street. Before she even has a chance to respond I jump in and say "Well why don't we walk together right now?" Not even thinking for a moment that maybe, just maybe she may have other plans. She tells me she's on her way down to Queen street for a shopping, but before she can go on, I once again pipe up and say "Ok, I'll walk with you, it's on the route that I was going on anyway". I proceed to tell her that I can't go all the way down the hill with her because the boys are now too heavy to get back up - like I was invited anyway!
So we're walking and talking and pretty quickly I sense that "she's just not that into me" and I suddenly feel nervous. So I start rambling on about god knows what not letting her get a word in edge wise, talking about me me me and my experience with the kids and what we do...me me me, I I I. "Hi nice to meet you, I'm your narsasitic know it all, self imposing neighbour". The more I talk, the more I'm embarassed yet I can't stop. Next thing you know I'm on my way down the hill with her, basically following her now and again....I can't stop. We reach a fork in the road when I finally get a grip and realize that I should probably leave the poor girl alone and head off in my own direction. So I make up some excuse that I have to start heading back...but really, why lie? She looks at me with this "I think you are a little crazy" look on her face and says "didn't you say you can't make it back up these big hills". - So I turn around and say "ohh no, this hill is fine it's the other one that I have trouble with". If we weren't standing at the bottom of a MASIVE hill this lie would have took...but we weren't. So she says "okayyy" and we part ways with "let's do this again" - yea right.
We wave good bye and I turn to look up at this huge mountain I need to climb ahead of me. Jesus. I quickly forget about my past performance and hike the mountain like the little engine that could. So up I go, talking myself through it and home I was 30 min later -sweaty, exhausted..but I made it.
I push the boys up on to the drive way (which is a slight hill), park it, put the breaks on and proceed to lift Hayden out of his seat first and onto the steps up to the house. When I turned to get Alex, my heart fell into my stomach as I watched the stroller fly down the drive way, hop the curb and into the middle of the road! With my feet not even touching the ground I go running out into the road arms waving, yelling "oh my god this and oh my god that". I guess I didn't put the breaks on like I thought. I grab the handle bars and snatch the stroller out of the road and check Alex to see if he's ok. Smiling and laughing Alex was fine, but I was paralized from the waste down and numb thinking about "what if this and what if that".
I sat down on the steps beside Hayden, holding both of them while I took a deep breath and immersed myself in self loath. When I looked up after a few moments of "how could I this and how could I that" I spot my new "friends" husband across the road who while gardening, watched the whole gross episode go down. Wonderful! So now I'm not only the crazy and desperate neighbour, but a terrible mother as well - great first impression. I'm sure dinner conversation was not lacking for the new parents that night.
So there you have it. Desperate and failed pick up attemps and a moment of motherly delinquency.... the ugly truth, as ugly as it can get.
Monday, May 3, 2010
Happy Birthday Marcus!
Year 35...a mexican fiesta with the family.
A Pinata, tequilla, mexican style pulled pork and nachos.
Good good eats, loud chaos, messy rasberry moose faces and full tummies.
A Pinata, tequilla, mexican style pulled pork and nachos.
Good good eats, loud chaos, messy rasberry moose faces and full tummies.
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