I had a regular Dr.'s appt this morning (they have now shifted into higher gear, every 2 weeks instead of every month). I quite like my Dr. so far, but her building is old and crappy. As any pregnant woman knows, when you go to your appt's, you have to give a 'sample' for them to test your sugar levels, or some such thing. It's not a big deal, except that at my Dr.'s office, you have to get a key and then go up a floor to the crappy old bathroom that matches the rest of the crappy old building. SO, I get the 'sample' containers ahead of time, and then I can just bring it from home.
ANYWAY. I was driving to my appt this morning and I thought I'd check out a new radio station. First of all, I loathe the radio stations in Calgary. It's a pet peeve of mine. I'm not a rocker. I hate old rock. I don't like the 'oldies'. I'm not nostagic for 1985. I'm not into gangsta rap, or even top 40 anything. California and 'lite' music makes my ears bleed. The college and indie stations are fun sometimes, but it's really a crap shoot there.
So, I was listening to the new station. And kind of enjoying it. Some newer tunes, not anything I'm already sick of. A couple of blasts from the past, but in a fun way, not even irritating.
And then they played this Bon Jovi 'hit'. I'm not nostalgic, or even a huge BJ fan, but who can resist a song that refers to the Holy Ghost repeatedly in the lyrics??! Although, if I was in any way married to JonBJ, and he sang that song for me, I'd totally laugh in his face.
Instead I laughed at myself as I captured the mental image of me singing along in my Volvo wagon, 7 months pregnant, with a bottle of pee in my purse.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Saturday, March 24, 2007
March 24
Today is my 4th wedding anniversary!
It seems I cannot think of my anniversary without thinking about my wedding day. I suppose that is the beauty of it.
It was not a traditional wedding, by any means. I guess you can say CH and I eloped, although we didn't really plan it that way. We actually didn't plan it much at all. Which was also the beauty of it!
CH (formerly Charming Boyfriend) was down in Tucson, AZ riding and training in the beautiful Arizona spring weather. He had the good fortune to be there for several weeks, and I came down for a mini vacation. We had been discussing getting married, but CB waited until I got there to make it 'official'.
That was on a Friday.
The idea of months or weeks of planning, and organizing and stress seemed daunting ahead of us. I never had dreams of a big fairytale wedding. The thought of driving to Vegas flitted quickly through my mind. Too far and too cheesy, although I do understand the appeal (I once thought it appalling). It turns out you can get married in Tucson pretty easily too!
We picked up our marriage liscence on Monday morning down at the courthouse. I remember the two of us sitting outside in a little courtyard considering our options. CB always said we could do whatever I wanted. I really only wanted to be married. We had been together for a few years by then, so it doesn't make compete sense, but there was a feeling of urgency. Of just wanting to move onto the next phase of our lives.
And so we got married at dusk that evening, in a little park, in Tucson, Arizona. Just the two of us, and a wacky, but sweet marriage official and her husband and daughter as witnesses. It's not that I didn't want to share that experience with our loved ones, or that we're just a wild and crazy couple who do things on a whim.
There was just something pure and simple about it. Like if you peel off all the layers of a wedding with the fancy clothes and music and decorations, and arguing over invitations and who to invite (etc, etc) and you're left with just the core. The bottom line. I don't know if I would have allowed myself to be completely in the moment with all the other distractions.
It was a beautiful thing.
And so I'm thankful for this day of reflection. I'm thankful for the past 4 years with all their craziness that has come our way (children). I'm thankful for the future that lays ahead.
And I'm thankful for my beautiful charming Husband.
I'd marry you all over again in a heartbeat!
It seems I cannot think of my anniversary without thinking about my wedding day. I suppose that is the beauty of it.
It was not a traditional wedding, by any means. I guess you can say CH and I eloped, although we didn't really plan it that way. We actually didn't plan it much at all. Which was also the beauty of it!
CH (formerly Charming Boyfriend) was down in Tucson, AZ riding and training in the beautiful Arizona spring weather. He had the good fortune to be there for several weeks, and I came down for a mini vacation. We had been discussing getting married, but CB waited until I got there to make it 'official'.
That was on a Friday.
The idea of months or weeks of planning, and organizing and stress seemed daunting ahead of us. I never had dreams of a big fairytale wedding. The thought of driving to Vegas flitted quickly through my mind. Too far and too cheesy, although I do understand the appeal (I once thought it appalling). It turns out you can get married in Tucson pretty easily too!
We picked up our marriage liscence on Monday morning down at the courthouse. I remember the two of us sitting outside in a little courtyard considering our options. CB always said we could do whatever I wanted. I really only wanted to be married. We had been together for a few years by then, so it doesn't make compete sense, but there was a feeling of urgency. Of just wanting to move onto the next phase of our lives.
And so we got married at dusk that evening, in a little park, in Tucson, Arizona. Just the two of us, and a wacky, but sweet marriage official and her husband and daughter as witnesses. It's not that I didn't want to share that experience with our loved ones, or that we're just a wild and crazy couple who do things on a whim.
There was just something pure and simple about it. Like if you peel off all the layers of a wedding with the fancy clothes and music and decorations, and arguing over invitations and who to invite (etc, etc) and you're left with just the core. The bottom line. I don't know if I would have allowed myself to be completely in the moment with all the other distractions.
It was a beautiful thing.
And so I'm thankful for this day of reflection. I'm thankful for the past 4 years with all their craziness that has come our way (children). I'm thankful for the future that lays ahead.
And I'm thankful for my beautiful charming Husband.
I'd marry you all over again in a heartbeat!
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Real Moms...
I figure when the internet comes knocking, it would be rude not to answer...Thanks Alyson. Check out some of her other 'tags'. Especially the initial entry. Rock it sista!
Real moms take naps any chance they can get! At least the prego ones. Although I recommend it anytime.
And I sure do feel purdy!
And so now I must tag also Mrs. MWB, Mrs. SweetPeas, and MySisterOutEast.
Real moms take naps any chance they can get! At least the prego ones. Although I recommend it anytime.
And I sure do feel purdy!
And so now I must tag also Mrs. MWB, Mrs. SweetPeas, and MySisterOutEast.
'Fun' at the Library
We like going to the library. Mostly the kids enjoy the little kid-friendly computer they can play on. It has colorful keys and a little kid size mouse. They think it's great, especially since they don't get much computer time at home. They also like taking out dvd's and music, and sometimes even books!
I was feeling somewhat brave yesterday and took the boys myself. In the past my sister has always come with us, just to help keep a handle on things. As with many activities.
So we got our Thomas the Train dvd's, played with the computer, read a couple of books and were at the front desk getting ready to sign them out...I had to let go of both little sets of hands, because, I only have TWO myself and I had to get out library cards, and pay the $1.30 fine. Both kids had to explore a bit around the front entry. No problem... I can see them both... will only take a minute...
And then The Bug started giggling with glee and headed out the ever-so-helpful-self-opening-doors. And he was making great time. I left the dvd's and my wallet AND my other child (one disaster at a time please) while I had to RUN out the doors after him. Oh what a sight to see...me sprinting after the tiny trouble-maker as I finally caught up to him in the parking lot. Neither of us were any too happy with the other at that point.
Good times at the library!
I was feeling somewhat brave yesterday and took the boys myself. In the past my sister has always come with us, just to help keep a handle on things. As with many activities.
So we got our Thomas the Train dvd's, played with the computer, read a couple of books and were at the front desk getting ready to sign them out...I had to let go of both little sets of hands, because, I only have TWO myself and I had to get out library cards, and pay the $1.30 fine. Both kids had to explore a bit around the front entry. No problem... I can see them both... will only take a minute...
And then The Bug started giggling with glee and headed out the ever-so-helpful-self-opening-doors. And he was making great time. I left the dvd's and my wallet AND my other child (one disaster at a time please) while I had to RUN out the doors after him. Oh what a sight to see...me sprinting after the tiny trouble-maker as I finally caught up to him in the parking lot. Neither of us were any too happy with the other at that point.
Good times at the library!
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
25 Months
The boys are 25 months now. As of last week. Ummm...it appears that I haven't taken a whole lot of photos the past few weeks. Another result of my waining energy. Luckily I have some back-ups, and will make an effort to get some more done.
We haven't had any 'big' events in the past month, but a few things have happened.
Firstly, and quite significantly, we have moved on somewhat from all Cars all the time, to now also enjoying Finding Nemo. Or Memo (like the memo pad, not Meemo). Or Mamo as he is affectionately referred to. It is somewhat refreshing, although we're still going to have to expand our collection. Mostly so I don't completely lose my mind.
The Bug is still an avid 'reader' of all things Cars though. He woke up at 5am this morning because he wanted his Cars colouring book, and just couldn't sleep another minute. He completely settled down again once he had it in his hot little hands (he's not interested in colouring so much as just carefully looking over each page). He also enjoys reading the Volvo magazine we recieved in the mail. He pours over it and points out all the cars. He studies all his 'papers' in great detail until they literally start to fall apart.
And we've made progress in the world of The Sleeping Bee. In a stroke of genius (desperation) we moved him downstairs so that he is more than 3 feet away from where we try to sleep. I was worried that he would feel too far away from us, but he LOVES it. It's like some kind of magic. He's happy to go to bed (much like normal) but then seems to sleep just fine through the night and wakes up pretty happy each morning. And if he does feel the need to be loud and bang around some, it's not like hot spikes being driven into our heads! We can still hear him, but it's at a much lower decible. Hooray!
Both The Bug and The Bee are learning new words. They're still a far cry from some of their female counterparts, but taking it step by step. The Bee now says 'Pease' quite well, when he wants something (although not necessarily when I want him to). Not every vehicle is a car anymore, but may be a 'tractor' or a 'bus'. The Bug can say most anything The Bee can, but The Bee is generally more verbal. He also likes it if we sing or hum so he can follow along, especially in the car. The Bee is also still more openly affectionate, giving hugs or kisses. The Bug will come up behind you with a sneaky hug or a kiss only when the mood strikes him.
It's pretty funny and we're certainly not going to complain!
We haven't had any 'big' events in the past month, but a few things have happened.
Firstly, and quite significantly, we have moved on somewhat from all Cars all the time, to now also enjoying Finding Nemo. Or Memo (like the memo pad, not Meemo). Or Mamo as he is affectionately referred to. It is somewhat refreshing, although we're still going to have to expand our collection. Mostly so I don't completely lose my mind.
The Bug is still an avid 'reader' of all things Cars though. He woke up at 5am this morning because he wanted his Cars colouring book, and just couldn't sleep another minute. He completely settled down again once he had it in his hot little hands (he's not interested in colouring so much as just carefully looking over each page). He also enjoys reading the Volvo magazine we recieved in the mail. He pours over it and points out all the cars. He studies all his 'papers' in great detail until they literally start to fall apart.
And we've made progress in the world of The Sleeping Bee. In a stroke of genius (desperation) we moved him downstairs so that he is more than 3 feet away from where we try to sleep. I was worried that he would feel too far away from us, but he LOVES it. It's like some kind of magic. He's happy to go to bed (much like normal) but then seems to sleep just fine through the night and wakes up pretty happy each morning. And if he does feel the need to be loud and bang around some, it's not like hot spikes being driven into our heads! We can still hear him, but it's at a much lower decible. Hooray!
Both The Bug and The Bee are learning new words. They're still a far cry from some of their female counterparts, but taking it step by step. The Bee now says 'Pease' quite well, when he wants something (although not necessarily when I want him to). Not every vehicle is a car anymore, but may be a 'tractor' or a 'bus'. The Bug can say most anything The Bee can, but The Bee is generally more verbal. He also likes it if we sing or hum so he can follow along, especially in the car. The Bee is also still more openly affectionate, giving hugs or kisses. The Bug will come up behind you with a sneaky hug or a kiss only when the mood strikes him.
It's pretty funny and we're certainly not going to complain!
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Saturday, March 10, 2007
The Pregnant Lament
I am of the general notion that if I have nothing nice to say, I should just zip it. No one wants to hear me complaining. And yet here I am...unable to contain myself...
Disclaimer: If you are all dreamy eyed about someday being pregnant and glowy, you may not want to continue reading. If you are one of those woman who loves being pregnant and it makes you all dreamy eyed and glowy, go away.
At 28 weeks along you would think that the mere remaining 12 weeks would seem like a breeze. Instead, I find myself looking down the long hall of eternity. 12 MORE WEEKS. (I will not consider any possibility of being over-due)
I am tired, uncomfortable, and GRUMPY.
All my pants are either too tight now, or sliding off my bum. Literally. I could feel the gap between the top and bottom getting larger as I walked out of the grocery store with my hands full. Luckily it was a short walk.
I am impatient with my kids. I am tired but I cannot sleep. I feel big and lumpy and sore. Mylanta is my close companion, once again.
My sweet CH is helpful with the kids, and sympathetic (I think).
Mr. "I'm so skinny, I should just get skinnier, I'll just ride my bike some more, pass the lettuce".
I have dreams of a skinnier, more energetic me with freshly highlited hair. Dreams of an island vacation. But alas, those dreams are very distant. Mother Nature isn't fooling anyone this time around. I know what's coming!
And to top it all off, my belly button is crooked. I used to have a cute little innie. The twins took care of that for good. But I was in denial for years about the position. I would just say that all the buttons on all my pants were slightly askew. They never lined up. When in fact, it is undeniable it it's fully outward state, that my belly button is off centre.
The icing on my big, ballooned, stretched- marked cake.
Disclaimer: If you are all dreamy eyed about someday being pregnant and glowy, you may not want to continue reading. If you are one of those woman who loves being pregnant and it makes you all dreamy eyed and glowy, go away.
At 28 weeks along you would think that the mere remaining 12 weeks would seem like a breeze. Instead, I find myself looking down the long hall of eternity. 12 MORE WEEKS. (I will not consider any possibility of being over-due)
I am tired, uncomfortable, and GRUMPY.
All my pants are either too tight now, or sliding off my bum. Literally. I could feel the gap between the top and bottom getting larger as I walked out of the grocery store with my hands full. Luckily it was a short walk.
I am impatient with my kids. I am tired but I cannot sleep. I feel big and lumpy and sore. Mylanta is my close companion, once again.
My sweet CH is helpful with the kids, and sympathetic (I think).
Mr. "I'm so skinny, I should just get skinnier, I'll just ride my bike some more, pass the lettuce".
I have dreams of a skinnier, more energetic me with freshly highlited hair. Dreams of an island vacation. But alas, those dreams are very distant. Mother Nature isn't fooling anyone this time around. I know what's coming!
And to top it all off, my belly button is crooked. I used to have a cute little innie. The twins took care of that for good. But I was in denial for years about the position. I would just say that all the buttons on all my pants were slightly askew. They never lined up. When in fact, it is undeniable it it's fully outward state, that my belly button is off centre.
The icing on my big, ballooned, stretched- marked cake.
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Speaking of Creativity...
Amy Butler has the most gorgeous fabrics and cushions. Beautiful!
Via the ever enlightening Design*Sponge.
My pet peeve though, is ordering stuff from the US. You just never know what it will end up costing through customs, exchange, etc.
Via the ever enlightening Design*Sponge.
My pet peeve though, is ordering stuff from the US. You just never know what it will end up costing through customs, exchange, etc.
Monday, March 05, 2007
Creativity vs Domesticity
I am the kind of person who needs to be involved in something creative. I am happiest when I am in the midst of it all. Planning, collecting, executing, looking at other creative works and being inspired. It is the twisting and turning of all those little cogs when time evaporates and I feel like I am truly following my bliss.
My problem seems to be that laundry, meal planning and making, bottle scrubbing, diaper changing, and the rest of the endless daily duties of 'life' seem to be in direct conflict with my creative energies.
(Can you hear that creaking? That's Pandora's Box I've just opened.)
Yes, I adore my children and I know it is a blessing to be able to be home with them. I don't feel the need to work outside the home, because then I would just have 2 full time jobs. That's not really the issue I'm getting at here.
And there are PLENTY of women who have children and manage to live very productive creative lives. I've seen their blogs! I have their paintings!
My point is simply that I havn't figured it out yet.
And some days I can go about my business (busy-ness?) and all is well. And other days I feel that if I have to suck up one more crumb or make one more muffin, I will implode and my head will look like this.
Some women manage to turn it around and become the Domestic Goddess to be envied and admired by all. Why can't I?!
It is also a double edged sword. If I do manage to become inspired and want to sink my teeth into something it can be worse. I become restless and frustrated by the 'real' demands and distractions of life.
I suspect the problem may be exaggerated at the moment by pregnancy and the fact that I can barely keep up with the boys all day, let alone link two creative thoughts together.
Perhaps I need to be content, for now with the fact that I am creating a person all day and be happy with that...
My problem seems to be that laundry, meal planning and making, bottle scrubbing, diaper changing, and the rest of the endless daily duties of 'life' seem to be in direct conflict with my creative energies.
(Can you hear that creaking? That's Pandora's Box I've just opened.)
Yes, I adore my children and I know it is a blessing to be able to be home with them. I don't feel the need to work outside the home, because then I would just have 2 full time jobs. That's not really the issue I'm getting at here.
And there are PLENTY of women who have children and manage to live very productive creative lives. I've seen their blogs! I have their paintings!
My point is simply that I havn't figured it out yet.
And some days I can go about my business (busy-ness?) and all is well. And other days I feel that if I have to suck up one more crumb or make one more muffin, I will implode and my head will look like this.
Some women manage to turn it around and become the Domestic Goddess to be envied and admired by all. Why can't I?!
It is also a double edged sword. If I do manage to become inspired and want to sink my teeth into something it can be worse. I become restless and frustrated by the 'real' demands and distractions of life.
I suspect the problem may be exaggerated at the moment by pregnancy and the fact that I can barely keep up with the boys all day, let alone link two creative thoughts together.
Perhaps I need to be content, for now with the fact that I am creating a person all day and be happy with that...
Saturday, March 03, 2007
Flickr Help
Anybody out there have some tips for setting up Flickr? I set up an account, but find uploading to be slow and combersome. Maybe my files are too big?
Any suggestions??
Any suggestions??
Thursday, March 01, 2007
Winter Wonderland
As I promised, here are the photos from our last trip out to the chalets. The snow was as deep as the kids are tall!
The big kids had as much fun as the wee kids playing in it. And even with all that snow, it was beautiful weather. It was very pleasant with no wind. Perfect winter conditions.
If we'd had more time, there probably would have been an igloo...
Too Little or Too Much
Sometimes I have nothing to say. And other times I find myself with a lot to say. But I question, at times, what really needs saying.
Especially in this format. It would be nice to think that you could just throw anything 'out there' in the name of truth or honesty, but the reality is that words are powerful and there are consequences for what we say. Or write.
What to expose? What to hold back?
I'm a believer in positive energy. In getting back what you throw out. That's basically my guideline.
Not that we all don't need a good shoulder to cry on, or anger to vent. Or support from online friends. One of the most amazing aspects of blogging.
How do you decide what information is for 'public' discussion and what is for private?
Especially in this format. It would be nice to think that you could just throw anything 'out there' in the name of truth or honesty, but the reality is that words are powerful and there are consequences for what we say. Or write.
What to expose? What to hold back?
I'm a believer in positive energy. In getting back what you throw out. That's basically my guideline.
Not that we all don't need a good shoulder to cry on, or anger to vent. Or support from online friends. One of the most amazing aspects of blogging.
How do you decide what information is for 'public' discussion and what is for private?
Friday, February 23, 2007
Welcome to my Rollercoaster
Ok, I'm well aware that I am coming from a place full of crazy hormones and phlehm which probably explains a lot. But I shall continue anyway.
A couple of things happened yesterday.
Last night CH and I were talking about the sad fact that a couple of his friends were getting separated/divorced. Now, I don't actually even know these people myself. They are guys CH cycles with for the most part. They have both been together with their spouses for many years. One has grown kids. The other has none. Like I said, I don't even really know them at all. It still makes me feel incredibly sad. Two people who loved each other and made a life together can't continue on together anymore. Even though sometimes it's for the best. I guess because I have a spouse. And I'm over-relating. And I'm emotional.
And then I watched Grey's Anatomy. Which I KNOW is a tv show. And the people aren't real. But someone almost died and it was about the people you love and loss and how we share each others joys and pain. And if your mom is mean to you, you will be screwed up. And my mom is always nice to me. And I have friends and loved ones and they mean the world to me. And of course I don't want to lose them. And I'm emotional. And over-relating.
And it made me think how it's easy to feel that love when the big things happen. Someone is hurt or at risk of being taken away and we focus on how much we love them. But then the day to day things chip away at us. We don't pay enough attention, or we take for granted, or we argue, or we are too critical. And one day we can't stand it anymore. We don't want to be with the person we used to love most. It scares me how this kind of thing can happen.
Because I have loved ones. And did you remember the pregnant hormones over here? I think I'm 0ver-relating...
(wait a minute, is this what it's like to be drunk?)
A couple of things happened yesterday.
Last night CH and I were talking about the sad fact that a couple of his friends were getting separated/divorced. Now, I don't actually even know these people myself. They are guys CH cycles with for the most part. They have both been together with their spouses for many years. One has grown kids. The other has none. Like I said, I don't even really know them at all. It still makes me feel incredibly sad. Two people who loved each other and made a life together can't continue on together anymore. Even though sometimes it's for the best. I guess because I have a spouse. And I'm over-relating. And I'm emotional.
And then I watched Grey's Anatomy. Which I KNOW is a tv show. And the people aren't real. But someone almost died and it was about the people you love and loss and how we share each others joys and pain. And if your mom is mean to you, you will be screwed up. And my mom is always nice to me. And I have friends and loved ones and they mean the world to me. And of course I don't want to lose them. And I'm emotional. And over-relating.
And it made me think how it's easy to feel that love when the big things happen. Someone is hurt or at risk of being taken away and we focus on how much we love them. But then the day to day things chip away at us. We don't pay enough attention, or we take for granted, or we argue, or we are too critical. And one day we can't stand it anymore. We don't want to be with the person we used to love most. It scares me how this kind of thing can happen.
Because I have loved ones. And did you remember the pregnant hormones over here? I think I'm 0ver-relating...
(wait a minute, is this what it's like to be drunk?)
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Germ Warfare
So the good news is that we went away for the weekend to my parent's place and had a ball there. The snow was piled higher than the kids are tall!
Photo updates to follow.
But the chicklets and I are sick again. Or still. Colds. Stuffy heads and runny noses and general yuckiness. The Bee has a horrible cough, especially at night. It seems we are in a vicious cycle of being stuck in the house being miserable, but everytime we are well enough to go out, something else finds us, and we're stuck at home sick again. UHG.
I hate to even talk about it, because I am at least as sick of being sick as you are of hearing about it, but that is what's going on.
We are really hoping life will resume again at it's regular speed. Very soon.
Photo updates to follow.
But the chicklets and I are sick again. Or still. Colds. Stuffy heads and runny noses and general yuckiness. The Bee has a horrible cough, especially at night. It seems we are in a vicious cycle of being stuck in the house being miserable, but everytime we are well enough to go out, something else finds us, and we're stuck at home sick again. UHG.
I hate to even talk about it, because I am at least as sick of being sick as you are of hearing about it, but that is what's going on.
We are really hoping life will resume again at it's regular speed. Very soon.
Friday, February 16, 2007
Zoo Fun
Yesterday we met up with another one of our favorite pals at the zoo. It was a beautiful quiet snowy, but warm day. We enjoyed a pleasant walk around and then the best part, as always, snacks!
Who knew you could have the best day at the zoo in February...
Who knew you could have the best day at the zoo in February...
Thursday, February 15, 2007
2 Years Old
Sooooo....yeah....remember that day two years ago (yesterday) when I had 2 babies? I sure do!
I managed to haul my whale sized self out of bed to pee at 7am, and my water broke. And I thought to myself, Holy Crap. I'm going to have Valentine's Babies. Who could've planned that?
Then a madcap drive to the hospital ensued, during morning rush hour, just like you would see in a movie, with a frantic crazy father-to-be weaving (safely) in and out of traffic and an even more frantic mother-to-be having intense contractions and freaking out in the car. Wuhoo!
Needless to say, it all turned out very well. And that feeling of complete shock and overwhelmed-ness I felt after they carried my newborns off to the NICU and my epi drugs wore off, well, I'm getting used to that too...
Last year, I wasn't sure at first how I wanted to handle the boys first birthday. Sure, it's a special occasion, but the kids really don't know any difference. I realized that I really wanted a celebration. I felt that I had accomplished something by just surviving that first year. And more or less we were all still intact. So really, it was more for me. Although they managed to make the most of the food and friends and the gifts and all the adoration, even if they didn't understand it!
This year, I wanted to do something the boys would really enjoy. Due to various circumstances, we decided not to have a big party, and we couldn't even pull off a grandparent-family get-together. So we decided to spend the morning at the Science Centre with our good pal REd.
What a great time!
We climbed and splashed and ran around, and built stuff and pushed stuff over, and slid down slides, and raced dinky cars, had snacks and then checked out the Creative Children's Museum downstairs.
The boys had such a great time they didn't want to leave after we realized we had been there for 3 hours and it was definitely nap time.
We capped off our day with some fine dining, which was very much to the boys liking.
Some cantelope for a starter followed by handfuls of fine grape tomatoes. A main course of chicken hot dogs (lower fat because we're all about health here) and smiley faces with a side of ketchup and mustard relish. Our tastebuds were then tantalized by the chocolate lovers ganache heart shaped cake.
A surprise treat from Daddy.
Good eats!
Happy Birthday my sweet Valentines!
I managed to haul my whale sized self out of bed to pee at 7am, and my water broke. And I thought to myself, Holy Crap. I'm going to have Valentine's Babies. Who could've planned that?
Then a madcap drive to the hospital ensued, during morning rush hour, just like you would see in a movie, with a frantic crazy father-to-be weaving (safely) in and out of traffic and an even more frantic mother-to-be having intense contractions and freaking out in the car. Wuhoo!
Needless to say, it all turned out very well. And that feeling of complete shock and overwhelmed-ness I felt after they carried my newborns off to the NICU and my epi drugs wore off, well, I'm getting used to that too...
Last year, I wasn't sure at first how I wanted to handle the boys first birthday. Sure, it's a special occasion, but the kids really don't know any difference. I realized that I really wanted a celebration. I felt that I had accomplished something by just surviving that first year. And more or less we were all still intact. So really, it was more for me. Although they managed to make the most of the food and friends and the gifts and all the adoration, even if they didn't understand it!
This year, I wanted to do something the boys would really enjoy. Due to various circumstances, we decided not to have a big party, and we couldn't even pull off a grandparent-family get-together. So we decided to spend the morning at the Science Centre with our good pal REd.
What a great time!
We climbed and splashed and ran around, and built stuff and pushed stuff over, and slid down slides, and raced dinky cars, had snacks and then checked out the Creative Children's Museum downstairs.
The boys had such a great time they didn't want to leave after we realized we had been there for 3 hours and it was definitely nap time.
We capped off our day with some fine dining, which was very much to the boys liking.
Some cantelope for a starter followed by handfuls of fine grape tomatoes. A main course of chicken hot dogs (lower fat because we're all about health here) and smiley faces with a side of ketchup and mustard relish. Our tastebuds were then tantalized by the chocolate lovers ganache heart shaped cake.
A surprise treat from Daddy.
Good eats!
Happy Birthday my sweet Valentines!
Friday, February 09, 2007
Pukefest Continues
...And Mommy makes 3.
Uhg. It seems that the 'reward' for spending the week bunkered down with the sickies, is well, catching their sickies. You'd think the least they could do is make their own food and change their own diapers to make up for it.
Uhg. It seems that the 'reward' for spending the week bunkered down with the sickies, is well, catching their sickies. You'd think the least they could do is make their own food and change their own diapers to make up for it.
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Two Days
I had the unbelievable opportunity to go away this past weekend. Without my kids. Even without my CH. I went out to my parents place with a couple of girlfriends. It's the first time I've been away from my kids for more than a few hours. I had the best sleep I've had in more than two years!
My time away confirmed a few things I already suspected:
Sleep deprevation makes me tired. I am not at my best when I am tired.
Chips and salsa and Skor bites are a great meal replacement...for a while. Then you will crave a vegetable. Ice cream is not a vegetable.
I still know all the words to 'Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go'.
Dr. McDreamy really is dreamy. After watching a full season one, and part of season two (as much as we could fit in), he still holds up.
My Charming Husband has an undeniable talent which I love/hate for making everything he does seem easy. Even looking after a sick, puking boy and his cold-riddled brother for the weekend. He even did the puke laundry.
There is nothing like a little time apart to really make your heart grow fonder. My boys got bigger and even more adorable while I was gone, and my husband even more charming.
But fear not, the universe has a way of equalizing things in case you had a moment of envy, and I am back in full swing with Sad Puke Boy and Sir Coughs- A- Lot-Poopy Pants.
Update: Make that Puke Boy 1, and Puke Boy 2. It's always good to share with your brother!
My time away confirmed a few things I already suspected:
Sleep deprevation makes me tired. I am not at my best when I am tired.
Chips and salsa and Skor bites are a great meal replacement...for a while. Then you will crave a vegetable. Ice cream is not a vegetable.
I still know all the words to 'Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go'.
Dr. McDreamy really is dreamy. After watching a full season one, and part of season two (as much as we could fit in), he still holds up.
My Charming Husband has an undeniable talent which I love/hate for making everything he does seem easy. Even looking after a sick, puking boy and his cold-riddled brother for the weekend. He even did the puke laundry.
There is nothing like a little time apart to really make your heart grow fonder. My boys got bigger and even more adorable while I was gone, and my husband even more charming.
But fear not, the universe has a way of equalizing things in case you had a moment of envy, and I am back in full swing with Sad Puke Boy and Sir Coughs- A- Lot-Poopy Pants.
Update: Make that Puke Boy 1, and Puke Boy 2. It's always good to share with your brother!
Thursday, February 01, 2007
I Heart February
January is finally over. Yippy! Winter is one month closer to being finished. And while February is still cold and wintery, starting with today, at least it's shorter. Right?! And honestly there is something warm and cozy and velvety and rich and chocolatey about it. Whether you subscribe to the notion of Valentine's Day or not. Maybe it's just the notion of a little deep dark indulgence to get you through to spring. And in our case the birthday of our two valentines is just more fun to celebrate.
I find I am torn between aspirations of throwing a slightly Martha-type party with all the trimmings. And then I think of a house full of two year olds, and I reconsider. As I've realized before I am not Martha and maybe a quiet little family celebration is in order. Either way, something in me can't resist researching the perfect cupcake...
I find I am torn between aspirations of throwing a slightly Martha-type party with all the trimmings. And then I think of a house full of two year olds, and I reconsider. As I've realized before I am not Martha and maybe a quiet little family celebration is in order. Either way, something in me can't resist researching the perfect cupcake...
Monday, January 29, 2007
Come on Now, Sugar...
They say at 5months along, an unborn baby starts to hear quite well, and can learn to recognize sounds. Especially its mothers voice.
My baby is going to think I am Veronica Mars.
My guilty pleasure lately has been watching the first two seasons on dvd. I have to say my habit has been wildly supported (enthusiastically instigated) by YoJo. She is my supplier. It's like crack.
And most nights now I like to watch in bed before I go to sleep, with my mini dvd player sitting on my stomach. It just fits there so well.
I'm nearing the end of the 2nd season, and I'm starting to get the sweats. What will I do when I'm finished?! Waiting around to watch the 3rd season as it unfolds weekly, once I catch up, seems like a sad substitute.
In any case, don't be surprised if my baby comes out singing 'We Used to Be Friends...'
I won't be.
My baby is going to think I am Veronica Mars.
My guilty pleasure lately has been watching the first two seasons on dvd. I have to say my habit has been wildly supported (enthusiastically instigated) by YoJo. She is my supplier. It's like crack.
And most nights now I like to watch in bed before I go to sleep, with my mini dvd player sitting on my stomach. It just fits there so well.
I'm nearing the end of the 2nd season, and I'm starting to get the sweats. What will I do when I'm finished?! Waiting around to watch the 3rd season as it unfolds weekly, once I catch up, seems like a sad substitute.
In any case, don't be surprised if my baby comes out singing 'We Used to Be Friends...'
I won't be.
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