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.
Friday, April 30, 2010
The hunt for me
I've realized recently that I've turned into the person that can only talk about the kids, motherhood, staying at home and everything that goes with all of the above. Now, as much as I do love this role in my life it seems to have dominated my life leaving me with this feeling of "who the heck am I now?
With lack of sounding dramatic (ha ha) I am on the hunt for me again. After two years of reading books and books and books about babies I have decided to walk away from that and get back to the books that I love that have nothing to do with the kids. I just finished Book of Negros (which I loved loved loved) and am now on to Ingredients for life- which I'm loving as well.
With only the evenings after seven to myself I have also decided to take full advantage of that time. So in addition to my running (which is on hold right now because I pulled a muscle lifting the kids - which really is a blessing in disguise because I would have ended up in a ditch somewhere if I ran the Sporting life 10k this year.) I have decided to take a cooking course... because for those who know me know that I am not the Martha Stewart of the upper east side (of TO). A little research needs to be done to find the course which suits me best, so more info on that to come later. I have also decided that I want to learn how to swing dance. I know, makes no sense... but when you see your identity flying out the window, strange things in the back of your mind emerge when you realize you need to take your life by the horns before it really is no longer your life as an individual.
My Oma (grandmother in German) told me yesterday that 33 and 35 (myself and marcus) are "beautiful" ages to be and to enjoy this stage. Seeing that my Oma is 82 I thought she may just know a thing or two about "the beautiful stages in life". I'm going to take her advice instead of only having this blog to remember it by.
So running, reading, writing, cooking and dancing. I'm pretty excited to dive in and get to know myself once again.
The last time I got to know myself was when I went backpacking. It seems every major event in our lives brings out this other side of ourselves. It must be natures way of forcing us to learn and become (in hopes) a better person. Even if it means becoming a person you're not in love with first...
The quest to look outside of this mom begins....
With lack of sounding dramatic (ha ha) I am on the hunt for me again. After two years of reading books and books and books about babies I have decided to walk away from that and get back to the books that I love that have nothing to do with the kids. I just finished Book of Negros (which I loved loved loved) and am now on to Ingredients for life- which I'm loving as well.
With only the evenings after seven to myself I have also decided to take full advantage of that time. So in addition to my running (which is on hold right now because I pulled a muscle lifting the kids - which really is a blessing in disguise because I would have ended up in a ditch somewhere if I ran the Sporting life 10k this year.) I have decided to take a cooking course... because for those who know me know that I am not the Martha Stewart of the upper east side (of TO). A little research needs to be done to find the course which suits me best, so more info on that to come later. I have also decided that I want to learn how to swing dance. I know, makes no sense... but when you see your identity flying out the window, strange things in the back of your mind emerge when you realize you need to take your life by the horns before it really is no longer your life as an individual.
My Oma (grandmother in German) told me yesterday that 33 and 35 (myself and marcus) are "beautiful" ages to be and to enjoy this stage. Seeing that my Oma is 82 I thought she may just know a thing or two about "the beautiful stages in life". I'm going to take her advice instead of only having this blog to remember it by.
So running, reading, writing, cooking and dancing. I'm pretty excited to dive in and get to know myself once again.
The last time I got to know myself was when I went backpacking. It seems every major event in our lives brings out this other side of ourselves. It must be natures way of forcing us to learn and become (in hopes) a better person. Even if it means becoming a person you're not in love with first...
The quest to look outside of this mom begins....
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
Love thy neighbour
So the four of us are sitting the yard today. Lui, Hayden, Alex and myself. Lui is running and playing with Hayden, Hayden is squeeling in delight and Alex and I are sitting with a bottle watching the whole thing go down. It was such a nice day today and Hayden was having the time of his life. After a third or fourth loud and adorable giggle from Hayden I notice my neighbour make a face at her husband and then say to Hayden "Wow, you bark just as loud as Lui does".
Let's pause here a moment and laugh at not one, but two passive aggressive attacks on me. Cheap shot, ouch, cheat shout ouch again. Cheap shot me, but don't use my child as a guard. Oh NO you didn't!
So I say to her with a smile "and it's only going to get louder once the three of them run and play together".
She then looks at me after an uncomfortable laugh and says "Looks like your Mullberry tree is ready to bloom".
Let us pause here for another moment so I can translate what this third and final knock out statement meant translated from passiveaggressiveese.
Last summer a week after we moved in and two months before I was about to pop, her and I were chatting over the fence. She pointed at the Mullberry tree and said "Did you know this is a Mullberry tree? They drop berries..." When she noticed I wasn't upset with that statement she adds "they make quite a mess". So I just look at her and say "Well the yard, gardening etc are not really a priority this year for us as I looked down at my belly and glance over at Hayden". She goes on to say how every year the berries dump into her yard and that I can have the tree removed. Again, I just went with the flow of the conversation and went on to talk about another bush boarding our property.
So her comment just now about the tree getting ready to blossom was a prelude to her talking me into removing the tree from my yard. So I answer with a smile on my face, "yup looks like every tree is ready to bud, I love the spring".
She did win that round though because I scooped up the kids and went inside. Maybe next time I will be able to chase HER from the yard.
Bully.
Let's pause here a moment and laugh at not one, but two passive aggressive attacks on me. Cheap shot, ouch, cheat shout ouch again. Cheap shot me, but don't use my child as a guard. Oh NO you didn't!
So I say to her with a smile "and it's only going to get louder once the three of them run and play together".
She then looks at me after an uncomfortable laugh and says "Looks like your Mullberry tree is ready to bloom".
Let us pause here for another moment so I can translate what this third and final knock out statement meant translated from passiveaggressiveese.
Last summer a week after we moved in and two months before I was about to pop, her and I were chatting over the fence. She pointed at the Mullberry tree and said "Did you know this is a Mullberry tree? They drop berries..." When she noticed I wasn't upset with that statement she adds "they make quite a mess". So I just look at her and say "Well the yard, gardening etc are not really a priority this year for us as I looked down at my belly and glance over at Hayden". She goes on to say how every year the berries dump into her yard and that I can have the tree removed. Again, I just went with the flow of the conversation and went on to talk about another bush boarding our property.
So her comment just now about the tree getting ready to blossom was a prelude to her talking me into removing the tree from my yard. So I answer with a smile on my face, "yup looks like every tree is ready to bud, I love the spring".
She did win that round though because I scooped up the kids and went inside. Maybe next time I will be able to chase HER from the yard.
Bully.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
A day at the zoo
went as follows:
Us: "Hayden, look Elephants!"
Hayden: Oooooo rocks!
Us: Hayden, look a monkey!
Hayden: Ooooo rocks!
Us: Hayden, look Rhinos
Hayden: Oooo cows!
Us: Hayden, look Lions
Hayden: Oooooo roarrrrr, Ooooooooooooooo TREES!
Again, why leave the yard.
Us: "Hayden, look Elephants!"
Hayden: Oooooo rocks!
Us: Hayden, look a monkey!
Hayden: Ooooo rocks!
Us: Hayden, look Rhinos
Hayden: Oooo cows!
Us: Hayden, look Lions
Hayden: Oooooo roarrrrr, Ooooooooooooooo TREES!
Again, why leave the yard.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Why is it so easy to complain?
How terrible is that? I really haven't had much to report these days because life on this end is good. I realize how much I complained this winter when I see the frequency of my posts. Really, why is it easier to complain?
A sleeping baby and illness free environment makes all the difference in the world. I'm loving having Hayden home full time with us right now. He is this little person all of a sudden and is cracking me up on a daily basis.
A few days ago we went to a local farm (Riverdale Farm). Hayden has never seen REAL farm animals, so when he saw their actual scale he was blown aways. "ohhhhhhh cowwww". A horse was a cow a cow was a horse and chickens were "brock brock brocks". What really got him going though were the birds in the parking lot. Again seriously, why leave your yard?
A sleeping baby and illness free environment makes all the difference in the world. I'm loving having Hayden home full time with us right now. He is this little person all of a sudden and is cracking me up on a daily basis.
A few days ago we went to a local farm (Riverdale Farm). Hayden has never seen REAL farm animals, so when he saw their actual scale he was blown aways. "ohhhhhhh cowwww". A horse was a cow a cow was a horse and chickens were "brock brock brocks". What really got him going though were the birds in the parking lot. Again seriously, why leave your yard?
Monday, April 12, 2010
Two's company
Eating together
Giggling together
Protesting together
Crying together
Smiling together
Sitting at the dinner table tonight I sat watching Alex and Hayden laugh, giggle and play with one another. Each taking turns making a silly noise and then looking at me for a reaction. Touching each others hands, Alex touching Hayden's face with his little sticky fingers and Hayden laughing and screaming "ewwwwwwwwwwwwwww"
Hayden counting Alex's fat little toes "three, four, five, eight, tent" and Alex throwing his head back squeeling with laughter as Hayden looks at me for praise.
Watching these two become friends is one of the nicest things I have ever had the pleasure of witnessing.
You two will always have each other.
No need for three! :)
P.S typing this post I had to take five to wipe Alex's nose. Just now looking down as I typed I spotted the booger I was digging for, on my hand. LOL
Giggling together
Protesting together
Crying together
Smiling together
Sitting at the dinner table tonight I sat watching Alex and Hayden laugh, giggle and play with one another. Each taking turns making a silly noise and then looking at me for a reaction. Touching each others hands, Alex touching Hayden's face with his little sticky fingers and Hayden laughing and screaming "ewwwwwwwwwwwwwww"
Hayden counting Alex's fat little toes "three, four, five, eight, tent" and Alex throwing his head back squeeling with laughter as Hayden looks at me for praise.
Watching these two become friends is one of the nicest things I have ever had the pleasure of witnessing.
You two will always have each other.
No need for three! :)
P.S typing this post I had to take five to wipe Alex's nose. Just now looking down as I typed I spotted the booger I was digging for, on my hand. LOL
Thursday, April 8, 2010
da da da da ma ma ma ma
da da
ma ma
Alex speaks!
ps side note. I ran 5k the other night and still almost died. HOW am I doing 10k in less than a month? Last night I really couldn't run because it was raining - so I went to get groceries instead because we need to eat, right? I need to feed my childeren right? Right! That's what I said! So all signs pointed to taking the night off. Things needed to get done and like I said it was raining.
On my way into the store I saw my neighbour on her way out finishing just what I was about to start. 30 min later as I was getting home she was on her way out the door for a run. In the rain.
whatever.
shes prob a perfect mom and wife too.
ma ma
Alex speaks!
ps side note. I ran 5k the other night and still almost died. HOW am I doing 10k in less than a month? Last night I really couldn't run because it was raining - so I went to get groceries instead because we need to eat, right? I need to feed my childeren right? Right! That's what I said! So all signs pointed to taking the night off. Things needed to get done and like I said it was raining.
On my way into the store I saw my neighbour on her way out finishing just what I was about to start. 30 min later as I was getting home she was on her way out the door for a run. In the rain.
whatever.
shes prob a perfect mom and wife too.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Another easter....
Bunnies, cakes, eggs, chocolate, parades, baskets, walks, fresh air, easter art, egg cracking comps and good eats.
We're all eastered out.
We're all eastered out.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Diaper Sniffers
I've recently caught myself becoming the parent I would have made fun of B.C.
A few days ago I had a conversation with a friend of mine (who does not have kids) about how parents these days are "too much" and I thought to myself...that's not me..naaaaaaaaaaa. This after telling her I was planning on building a music and art station for the kids when they are not in swimming lessons, or soccer tots, etc.
As much as you don't want to be "too much" you also don't want to be "too little" either. It's a fine line we walk, of too much this or too little, that I tell you!
This morning I took the boys out into the yard to play. I gathered up haydens trucks, cars, a few balls and doohickies to keep him occupied and entertained. Alex and I got comfortable in the lawn chairs as Hayden ran around gathering rocks, sticks and leaves not giving any thought to the plastic entertainment I thought he would have prefered. The whole experience made me think of a bit George Carlin did on parents and it made me laugh. A bit worth the read...
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"Now, speaking of parents and speaking of bullshit, two ideas that aren't always mutually exclusive, by the way, I'd like to mention a special kind of bullshit that has taken hold in this country in the last thirty to forty years. It's a form of bullshit that really can only be called "child worship". It's child worship. It's this excessive devotion to children.
I'm talking about today's professional parents, these obsessive diaper sniffers who are overscheduling and overmanaging their children and robbing them of their childhoods.
Even the simple act of playing has been taken away from children, and put on mommy's schedule in the form of "play dates". Something that should be spontaneous and free is now being rigidly planned. When does a kid ever get to sit in the yard with a stick anymore?
You know? Just sit there with a fucking stick. Do today's kids even know what a stick is?
You sit in the yard with a fucking stick... and you dig a fucking hole. You know?
And you look at the hole, and you look at the stick... and you have a little fun. But kids don't have sticks anymore. I don't think there are any sticks left; I think they've all be recalled because of lead paint! "
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PS Yes, this brought me back down to "reality" but I will never, NEVER choose putting my finger in the side of a diaper to check for poop over "diaper sniffing". Never.
A few days ago I had a conversation with a friend of mine (who does not have kids) about how parents these days are "too much" and I thought to myself...that's not me..naaaaaaaaaaa. This after telling her I was planning on building a music and art station for the kids when they are not in swimming lessons, or soccer tots, etc.
As much as you don't want to be "too much" you also don't want to be "too little" either. It's a fine line we walk, of too much this or too little, that I tell you!
This morning I took the boys out into the yard to play. I gathered up haydens trucks, cars, a few balls and doohickies to keep him occupied and entertained. Alex and I got comfortable in the lawn chairs as Hayden ran around gathering rocks, sticks and leaves not giving any thought to the plastic entertainment I thought he would have prefered. The whole experience made me think of a bit George Carlin did on parents and it made me laugh. A bit worth the read...
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"Now, speaking of parents and speaking of bullshit, two ideas that aren't always mutually exclusive, by the way, I'd like to mention a special kind of bullshit that has taken hold in this country in the last thirty to forty years. It's a form of bullshit that really can only be called "child worship". It's child worship. It's this excessive devotion to children.
I'm talking about today's professional parents, these obsessive diaper sniffers who are overscheduling and overmanaging their children and robbing them of their childhoods.
Even the simple act of playing has been taken away from children, and put on mommy's schedule in the form of "play dates". Something that should be spontaneous and free is now being rigidly planned. When does a kid ever get to sit in the yard with a stick anymore?
You know? Just sit there with a fucking stick. Do today's kids even know what a stick is?
You sit in the yard with a fucking stick... and you dig a fucking hole. You know?
And you look at the hole, and you look at the stick... and you have a little fun. But kids don't have sticks anymore. I don't think there are any sticks left; I think they've all be recalled because of lead paint! "
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PS Yes, this brought me back down to "reality" but I will never, NEVER choose putting my finger in the side of a diaper to check for poop over "diaper sniffing". Never.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Two babies under two....
Three months until Hayden is two and I still in many ways have two "babies" even though H is a toddler now.
Yup, a lot of work but I've managed to sync the two boys up in many ways which makes life now somewhat (somewhat) consistent.
They eat their meals at the table together at the same time each day...
They have snacks together at the same time each day...
They nap after lunch together at the same time each day...
They wake up at the same time each day...
AND
They go to bed at the same time each day...
Now...
on the other hand they seem to...
Cry at the same time
get sick at the same time
not want to eat at the same time
hate the car at the same time
get bored grocery shopping at the same time
need their bums changed at the same time
want to be held at the same time.
All in all though, they are good boys at the same time.
Yup, a lot of work but I've managed to sync the two boys up in many ways which makes life now somewhat (somewhat) consistent.
They eat their meals at the table together at the same time each day...
They have snacks together at the same time each day...
They nap after lunch together at the same time each day...
They wake up at the same time each day...
AND
They go to bed at the same time each day...
Now...
on the other hand they seem to...
Cry at the same time
get sick at the same time
not want to eat at the same time
hate the car at the same time
get bored grocery shopping at the same time
need their bums changed at the same time
want to be held at the same time.
All in all though, they are good boys at the same time.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
I love Hayden
Today Hayden said "Pretty Mama".
That's it, that's my news.
I love my baby.
Ps Mama didn't shower today.
That's it, that's my news.
I love my baby.
Ps Mama didn't shower today.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Time to get out a little more
So Marcus and I are sitting on the couch last night and notice at the same time that "Iggle Piggle"gives us the creeps. For those who don't know, Iggle Piggle is a character from the (in my opinion acid trip inspired) show "In the night garden".
Anyway, Iggle Piggle is this creepy looking character which is sitting on a shelf in our basement staring us right in the eyes on a daily basis
So here is where we need to get out a little more...
The two of us start talking about what we would do if Iggle Piggle got up and walked across the room towards us. My first reaction would be to run (even though he is a foot tall). A stuffed toy is walking across the room towards me...I'm not going to assume he's friendly. Marcus says, he would first "give him the benefit of the doubt" but if he then sensed he was a threat he would "snap his neck".
LMAO.
Wow.....are you as worried about us as I am?
Anyway, Iggle Piggle is this creepy looking character which is sitting on a shelf in our basement staring us right in the eyes on a daily basis
So here is where we need to get out a little more...
The two of us start talking about what we would do if Iggle Piggle got up and walked across the room towards us. My first reaction would be to run (even though he is a foot tall). A stuffed toy is walking across the room towards me...I'm not going to assume he's friendly. Marcus says, he would first "give him the benefit of the doubt" but if he then sensed he was a threat he would "snap his neck".
LMAO.
Wow.....are you as worried about us as I am?
Friday, March 26, 2010
Ever notice?
Ever notice when you burp a baby there is always one small to medium size burp and then within a few seconds a second big monster one follows? lol why is that? I don't burp in twos.
This just happens to be top of mind as I was just burping Alex. I always think I'm in the clear when I duck away from the first burp but he always seems to get me with second burp 2 cm from my nose. Why do I always forget?
mmmmmmmm baby burps before breakfast.
This just happens to be top of mind as I was just burping Alex. I always think I'm in the clear when I duck away from the first burp but he always seems to get me with second burp 2 cm from my nose. Why do I always forget?
mmmmmmmm baby burps before breakfast.
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