So by some miracle, Matthew has bought into this whole toilet=big boy idea.
I am getting excited.
Day one of the toilet training challenge went really well. It's like he decided to cooperate with us today. He got out of bed and went to the potty without an argument. And then he chose his underwear (it was a bob the builder day).
He not only tried to pee twice before we left, but when we got to the GO station he decided that he wanted to try out the train station bathroom. (actually, it was surprisingly clean).
He did really well all day.
He had a couple of accidents, but all in all he was into it. He went to the bathroom by choice, and was pretty excited to be wearing his Cars underwear at the end of the day.
So we decided that we are going to give him a pretty cool reward this weekend. If he stays consistent with his training (by that we mean he doesn't fight with us or his teachers when it's time to use the potty, and if he doesn't purposely have an accident) then on Saturday he gets to go on a GO Train ride.
To Matt GO train rides are one of the coolest treats in the world. We've decided that we'll hop on the train in the morning, maybe grab ice cream or lunch and then come back home in the afternoon. Because I have a monthly pass I can bring Mike on the train for FREE (on a weekend) so it's actually a really cheap and fun treat. The other great part of it is that the CNE is on in Toronto, so there will be lots of other kids on the train. I know it's a bit of a hassle usually, but Matty can be a little noisy or crazy and it won't really matter. I like that.
Besides ... I'm sure he will be THRILLED to use the potty on the train. When we took the train to Montreal I think the visit to the bathroom was the highlight.
I know this will be a long road to being potty trained, but I have to admit, I'm kind of looking forward to the end result.
Monday, August 27, 2007
Breastfeeding - Don't like it? Suck it.
For the last few weeks I have been following the stories (this is an excellent summary) about breastfeeding mothers and some of the challenges they have faced. From a local woman being asked to cover up at a YMCA pool deck to a Canadian being kicked off Facebook for showing a picture of her baby nursing to a woman in the States being asked to cover up at Appleby's and finally Bill Maher's opinion of it all - it seems that breastfeeding has been in the news a lot.
Personally breastfeeding was a funny stage for me. I found it very personal. Some of my friends would show me pictures of their babies at the breast and though I thought the pictures were lovely I never took those pictures myself. Of course I was comfortable taking my top off when I was home with just my baby or my husband and baby. But if anyone was there I was covered.
Still I was not hesitant to breastfeed in public. Give me a nursing blanket and I was good. I got to the point where I would nurse in malls and restaurants. I liked the freedom. Matt ate a lot. If I only breastfed in the privacy of my home, I would never have left. The child ate on the hour.
Bottom line - I think that the protection of breastfeeding mothers is extremely important. And, I can honestly say that I was never asked to leave a location or not attend any event due to having a nursing child.
So when all of this latest controversy came up I was sympathetic but I couldn't exactly relate.
That is until a couple days ago when I received an e-mail. Someone I know is getting married and wanted to know if I would still be breastfeeding at her wedding (when my future child is about 8 weeks old). I had an honest answer - I don't know. I'm not sure if I will nurse baby #2 or if I do for how long. But, I assured her, it's not like I would whip out a boob while she was walking down the aisle. I wasn't sure how else to respond. She's never seen me in the role of mother, so I guess she felt justified in asking me about my breastfeeding habits.
But apparently, my understanding was a little off - her response was that the infant is not welcome - so unless he or she can go without nursing (for close to 10 hours when you add in travel time and the length of the wedding) I have been asked to uninvite myself.
I am shocked. I am outraged. And quite honestly I am surprised at the utter tackiness of the request.
Sorry - if you are too shackled to your infant don't bother attending. Not welcome.
The bigger message to me - breastfeeding will ruin "my day" and you must be kidding if you think you would bring a newborn with you. So, do me a favour and wean - or bottle feed - or pump ... but don't bring that appendage that you may be sustaining with your breasts. That would be uncouth, and "other guests wouldn't understand".
The more I think about it the angrier I get. A wedding is a one-day event. Am I supposed to wean my child - and possibly affect this child's health (not to mention my budget and let's be honest my post-partum weight loss) so that I don't potentially ruin some bride's day? And does this person really think that I would ruin her day by doing something she deems inappropriate (breastfeeding) or letting my child scream?
Her response - that obviously this is any issue so she has to talk to her fiance about it. Why - to ask his opinion on whether or not i should wean my child???? To see if her words were offensive. So that he can give a verdict on whether or not someone you just effectively uninvited is now welcome?
Her issue, really is that she doesn't want any children there. As I said to her, there is a huge difference between a child that needs to be near its mother to survive and a family that isn't willing to shell out for a babysitter.
Truthfully, I understand that she doesn't want children there. And, perhaps my assuming that it was understood that a newborn who is exclusively nursing was inappropriate. But, to bring breastfeeding into it - and to ask me not to come if I am???? Disgusting. Inappropriate and downright tacky. And yes, I did reply. In a lengthy e-mail. And, as far as I know she is no longer talking to me. And, as much as I care, I kind of don't. Because there are some things I'm willing to stand up for - such as the right to breastfeed - and the fact that if you have a problem with it, or with me, say it nicely. Don't send me an e-mail implying that my thought of bringing an infant to a wedding is a joke.
Welcome to 2007, friends.
I get it - I truly understand she doesn't want my child there. And believe me I have already let her know that we will not be there. But as for me and my breasts - that is my business and no one else's.
Personally breastfeeding was a funny stage for me. I found it very personal. Some of my friends would show me pictures of their babies at the breast and though I thought the pictures were lovely I never took those pictures myself. Of course I was comfortable taking my top off when I was home with just my baby or my husband and baby. But if anyone was there I was covered.
Still I was not hesitant to breastfeed in public. Give me a nursing blanket and I was good. I got to the point where I would nurse in malls and restaurants. I liked the freedom. Matt ate a lot. If I only breastfed in the privacy of my home, I would never have left. The child ate on the hour.
Bottom line - I think that the protection of breastfeeding mothers is extremely important. And, I can honestly say that I was never asked to leave a location or not attend any event due to having a nursing child.
So when all of this latest controversy came up I was sympathetic but I couldn't exactly relate.
That is until a couple days ago when I received an e-mail. Someone I know is getting married and wanted to know if I would still be breastfeeding at her wedding (when my future child is about 8 weeks old). I had an honest answer - I don't know. I'm not sure if I will nurse baby #2 or if I do for how long. But, I assured her, it's not like I would whip out a boob while she was walking down the aisle. I wasn't sure how else to respond. She's never seen me in the role of mother, so I guess she felt justified in asking me about my breastfeeding habits.
But apparently, my understanding was a little off - her response was that the infant is not welcome - so unless he or she can go without nursing (for close to 10 hours when you add in travel time and the length of the wedding) I have been asked to uninvite myself.
I am shocked. I am outraged. And quite honestly I am surprised at the utter tackiness of the request.
Sorry - if you are too shackled to your infant don't bother attending. Not welcome.
The bigger message to me - breastfeeding will ruin "my day" and you must be kidding if you think you would bring a newborn with you. So, do me a favour and wean - or bottle feed - or pump ... but don't bring that appendage that you may be sustaining with your breasts. That would be uncouth, and "other guests wouldn't understand".
The more I think about it the angrier I get. A wedding is a one-day event. Am I supposed to wean my child - and possibly affect this child's health (not to mention my budget and let's be honest my post-partum weight loss) so that I don't potentially ruin some bride's day? And does this person really think that I would ruin her day by doing something she deems inappropriate (breastfeeding) or letting my child scream?
Her response - that obviously this is any issue so she has to talk to her fiance about it. Why - to ask his opinion on whether or not i should wean my child???? To see if her words were offensive. So that he can give a verdict on whether or not someone you just effectively uninvited is now welcome?
Her issue, really is that she doesn't want any children there. As I said to her, there is a huge difference between a child that needs to be near its mother to survive and a family that isn't willing to shell out for a babysitter.
Truthfully, I understand that she doesn't want children there. And, perhaps my assuming that it was understood that a newborn who is exclusively nursing was inappropriate. But, to bring breastfeeding into it - and to ask me not to come if I am???? Disgusting. Inappropriate and downright tacky. And yes, I did reply. In a lengthy e-mail. And, as far as I know she is no longer talking to me. And, as much as I care, I kind of don't. Because there are some things I'm willing to stand up for - such as the right to breastfeed - and the fact that if you have a problem with it, or with me, say it nicely. Don't send me an e-mail implying that my thought of bringing an infant to a wedding is a joke.
Welcome to 2007, friends.
I get it - I truly understand she doesn't want my child there. And believe me I have already let her know that we will not be there. But as for me and my breasts - that is my business and no one else's.
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Wish Us Luck
As discussed by Matt's daycare teacher and myself, tomorrow is Day 1 of potty training.
What? You think you have read that we were potty training before.
That's right. You have. But, I have potentially the world's MOST stubborn child. And he likes his pull ups and diapers.
He knows when he has to pee and poo. In fact he will tell me when he has to pee and poo. He just refuses to do it in the potty or toilet.
And this stubborn streak is getting worse.
When we say big boys wear diapers he says "well, I'm a baby."
And on and on.
I'm thinking the toilet training may kill me.
Mike and I are well aware that this will put a strain on our marriage. So, we're hoping we get this done pretty quickly. It's all hands on deck and the diapers are being hidden.
Bedtime only - though he doesn't need to wear a diaper at bedtime. He is always dry in the morning.
I have a feeling that these next few weeks will be a battle of the wills. Fun.
We went to Walmart and stocked up on toilet paper and underwear.
I'm thinking we probably should have stopped at the liquor store too.
The one thing they told us is that we need some sort of bribery treat. Guess what we chose? GUM! I know. I think that may make us somewhat bad parents. But, it's the only thing that works. Well, that or a bottle of chocolate milk, but I'm pretty sure that there's something wrong with rewarding our preschooler with a bottle for being a big boy.
What? You think you have read that we were potty training before.
That's right. You have. But, I have potentially the world's MOST stubborn child. And he likes his pull ups and diapers.
He knows when he has to pee and poo. In fact he will tell me when he has to pee and poo. He just refuses to do it in the potty or toilet.
And this stubborn streak is getting worse.
When we say big boys wear diapers he says "well, I'm a baby."
And on and on.
I'm thinking the toilet training may kill me.
Mike and I are well aware that this will put a strain on our marriage. So, we're hoping we get this done pretty quickly. It's all hands on deck and the diapers are being hidden.
Bedtime only - though he doesn't need to wear a diaper at bedtime. He is always dry in the morning.
I have a feeling that these next few weeks will be a battle of the wills. Fun.
We went to Walmart and stocked up on toilet paper and underwear.
I'm thinking we probably should have stopped at the liquor store too.
The one thing they told us is that we need some sort of bribery treat. Guess what we chose? GUM! I know. I think that may make us somewhat bad parents. But, it's the only thing that works. Well, that or a bottle of chocolate milk, but I'm pretty sure that there's something wrong with rewarding our preschooler with a bottle for being a big boy.
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Chocolate Chip Cookies
Today is rainy and yucky and none of us feel like doing much outside of the house.
So, I have decided to bake today.
When I say I've decided to bake - I mean BAKE.
I don't mean my usual habit of buying a muffin mix and adding an egg. Nope. I went out and bought ingredients, and I started whipping stuff up.
So far I've made banana bread (and Matty was an incredible banana masher). I've peach/blueberry crisp, and I've made chocolate chip cookies. It turns out that Matthew loves baking with me.
Between the mixing, the sampling and the rolling of cookies we have been in major production this morning.
Meanwhile, Mike has been finishing up our bedroom. He's done sanding and now he's painting the part of the room that I couldn't do because the dry wall goo had to set and dry.
It looks like by the end of the weekend we will have full stomachs and a re-done bedroom.
And, in the middle of all of it I plan to take a nice long nap and enjoy the peace and quiet that comes with a lazy Saturday.
Matthew has decided that he wants to chill and watch television today. Normally I try to get him out and active. But, today ...
I think it's the perfect day to eat popcorn and watch some favourite tv. Sometimes he snuggles up with me to watch a favourite show. Sometimes Rosie cuddles up with him to watch tv, and sometimes he's been pulling his toys out and just enjoying life.
Maybe this isn't the best parenting tactic. But, honestly, I think it's what we all need this weekend. There are always other weekends to get out and do stuff.
I had actually debated going to the CNE today, but I realized that the last thing in the world ANY of us feel like doing. So why try???
Tomorrow is another day. Tomorrow I'll be spending the afternoon at a wedding shower, a very cool shower for a childhood friend that I rarely get to see - and I can't wait. And, though I probably shouldn't admit this, I'm also excited because she's the world's most amazing chef at a pretty well known restaurant, and her catering company is catering it ... yummy!
So here's to quiet summer days and a little relaxation.
And, if anyone wants some baking ... you know who to call!
So, I have decided to bake today.
When I say I've decided to bake - I mean BAKE.
I don't mean my usual habit of buying a muffin mix and adding an egg. Nope. I went out and bought ingredients, and I started whipping stuff up.
So far I've made banana bread (and Matty was an incredible banana masher). I've peach/blueberry crisp, and I've made chocolate chip cookies. It turns out that Matthew loves baking with me.
Between the mixing, the sampling and the rolling of cookies we have been in major production this morning.
Meanwhile, Mike has been finishing up our bedroom. He's done sanding and now he's painting the part of the room that I couldn't do because the dry wall goo had to set and dry.
It looks like by the end of the weekend we will have full stomachs and a re-done bedroom.
And, in the middle of all of it I plan to take a nice long nap and enjoy the peace and quiet that comes with a lazy Saturday.
Matthew has decided that he wants to chill and watch television today. Normally I try to get him out and active. But, today ...
I think it's the perfect day to eat popcorn and watch some favourite tv. Sometimes he snuggles up with me to watch a favourite show. Sometimes Rosie cuddles up with him to watch tv, and sometimes he's been pulling his toys out and just enjoying life.
Maybe this isn't the best parenting tactic. But, honestly, I think it's what we all need this weekend. There are always other weekends to get out and do stuff.
I had actually debated going to the CNE today, but I realized that the last thing in the world ANY of us feel like doing. So why try???
Tomorrow is another day. Tomorrow I'll be spending the afternoon at a wedding shower, a very cool shower for a childhood friend that I rarely get to see - and I can't wait. And, though I probably shouldn't admit this, I'm also excited because she's the world's most amazing chef at a pretty well known restaurant, and her catering company is catering it ... yummy!
So here's to quiet summer days and a little relaxation.
And, if anyone wants some baking ... you know who to call!
Friday, August 24, 2007
Grrr ...
I try not to be bothered too much by people who are just annoying. However.
Do you know what really bugs me? People who are overly judgemental and don't know what they are speaking about.
I had a conversation with someone about kids the other day. It came up in conversation that when I had my child it was a difficult time. I don't talk much about it. Really, I'm not one of those people who wants to share their birth story.
But it wasn't pretty. I don't dwell, but it still angers me a little. What I will say is that having a tough birth (and I know I'm not alone) made for a tough start as a mom.
I had anticipated being that mom who has coffee with her friends while her adorable baby sleeps in the stroller next to her.
Ha.
The first time I had a post-baby coffee outside of my home was when Matt was 6 weeks and my mom took me out to Starbucks. He screamed so much that I insisted on going back to the car because so many people were staring.
My point is this: before Matthew I was the type of person who was up for just about anything. I rarely take a sick day. I was just a generally strong person.
This child has been kicking my butt since day one.
And, I'm a better person for it. I'm way more empathetic and kind. I'm grateful.
But, this person told me that no matter how hard the birth is, it's all in the attitude. If you decide you can get up and go out and conquer the world you can.
It's all in attitude.
Who cares that breastfeeding is hard - you're just a wimp.
Usually I let these things pass. But this really annoyed me. Today I am still annoyed. I feel much better having written this. But still.
Grrr....
Keep your opinions to yourself.
Do you know what really bugs me? People who are overly judgemental and don't know what they are speaking about.
I had a conversation with someone about kids the other day. It came up in conversation that when I had my child it was a difficult time. I don't talk much about it. Really, I'm not one of those people who wants to share their birth story.
But it wasn't pretty. I don't dwell, but it still angers me a little. What I will say is that having a tough birth (and I know I'm not alone) made for a tough start as a mom.
I had anticipated being that mom who has coffee with her friends while her adorable baby sleeps in the stroller next to her.
Ha.
The first time I had a post-baby coffee outside of my home was when Matt was 6 weeks and my mom took me out to Starbucks. He screamed so much that I insisted on going back to the car because so many people were staring.
My point is this: before Matthew I was the type of person who was up for just about anything. I rarely take a sick day. I was just a generally strong person.
This child has been kicking my butt since day one.
And, I'm a better person for it. I'm way more empathetic and kind. I'm grateful.
But, this person told me that no matter how hard the birth is, it's all in the attitude. If you decide you can get up and go out and conquer the world you can.
It's all in attitude.
Who cares that breastfeeding is hard - you're just a wimp.
Usually I let these things pass. But this really annoyed me. Today I am still annoyed. I feel much better having written this. But still.
Grrr....
Keep your opinions to yourself.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
3k ... woo hoo!
Last night Matthew and I decided to go on a bike ride. Well, he went for a bike ride and I walked/jogged and stopped a lot according to his pace.
It was fun.
My sister mentioned that my nieces wanted to see Matt, and I've been trying to get back to working out consistently. So, I figured that we may as well walk to their house. I learned from running that their house was exactly 3km away from us, so it was a really nice running distance for me. (I know, for some people that's a warm up).
I figured that now that Matthew really likes riding his trike, or as he calls it his motorcycle, it would be a fun adventure.
It really was.
We took about half an hour - which is pretty good considering that we walked through every.single.bus shelter, looked at several different cars, and sang about 20 rounds of B-I-N-G-O and Old Macdonald.
I have to admit, by the time I got to my sister's house I was feeling pretty good about things. We had a fun walk, we sang, we hung out - and I was getting coffee when I got there.
Little does my sister know that we will likely do this over and over and over again. Luckily she has a van with a car seat that fits Matt perfectly, so we were able to throw his trike in the trunk and she drove us home.
It was pretty nice.
And, I'm really impressed that Matt was able to go 3 k. In all honesty, I think he would have happily ridden all the way back. That child does not tire.
It was fun.
My sister mentioned that my nieces wanted to see Matt, and I've been trying to get back to working out consistently. So, I figured that we may as well walk to their house. I learned from running that their house was exactly 3km away from us, so it was a really nice running distance for me. (I know, for some people that's a warm up).
I figured that now that Matthew really likes riding his trike, or as he calls it his motorcycle, it would be a fun adventure.
It really was.
We took about half an hour - which is pretty good considering that we walked through every.single.bus shelter, looked at several different cars, and sang about 20 rounds of B-I-N-G-O and Old Macdonald.
I have to admit, by the time I got to my sister's house I was feeling pretty good about things. We had a fun walk, we sang, we hung out - and I was getting coffee when I got there.
Little does my sister know that we will likely do this over and over and over again. Luckily she has a van with a car seat that fits Matt perfectly, so we were able to throw his trike in the trunk and she drove us home.
It was pretty nice.
And, I'm really impressed that Matt was able to go 3 k. In all honesty, I think he would have happily ridden all the way back. That child does not tire.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Corn Muffins ...
I've been on a bit of an eating healthy quest.
I wouldn't call it obsessive, but I've been encouraging my family to eat healthier. We've had tons of fruit and vegetables lately and we're trying to make sure that our bread is whole wheat not white, etc.(10 trips to Ben & Jerry's in 7 days is the exception to this!!!)
So, when I was in the grocery store the other day I decided it was time to kick my new found Tim Horton's muffin addiction. For the last few weeks I'd been ordering a chocolate chip muffin when I got my decaf coffee.
So, I decided to buy the organic corn muffin mix.
Yum yum.
Okay, so I have to admit that I didn't really make them organic because you're supposed to add an organic egg and organic oil to the mix. (should have read that part). But whatever. My heart was in the right place.
Matthew helped me whip up the muffins, and I promised he could have one for breakfast.
So, today I got up nice and early and cut up strawberries for him. And then I got him a muffin.
I went back into the kitchen and I heard a blood curdling scream. I ran out thinking maybe one of the cats had hurt him or something.
There he was sobbing. Before I could even ask he shouted between sobs "Mommy! You gave me yucky food. whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhy?"
The poor child looked like he had been poisoned and was so disgusted by these muffins that he needed to immediately spit it out.
Oops.
I think I'll stick to cereal or maybe find a new package.
So much for going healthy!
I wouldn't call it obsessive, but I've been encouraging my family to eat healthier. We've had tons of fruit and vegetables lately and we're trying to make sure that our bread is whole wheat not white, etc.(10 trips to Ben & Jerry's in 7 days is the exception to this!!!)
So, when I was in the grocery store the other day I decided it was time to kick my new found Tim Horton's muffin addiction. For the last few weeks I'd been ordering a chocolate chip muffin when I got my decaf coffee.
So, I decided to buy the organic corn muffin mix.
Yum yum.
Okay, so I have to admit that I didn't really make them organic because you're supposed to add an organic egg and organic oil to the mix. (should have read that part). But whatever. My heart was in the right place.
Matthew helped me whip up the muffins, and I promised he could have one for breakfast.
So, today I got up nice and early and cut up strawberries for him. And then I got him a muffin.
I went back into the kitchen and I heard a blood curdling scream. I ran out thinking maybe one of the cats had hurt him or something.
There he was sobbing. Before I could even ask he shouted between sobs "Mommy! You gave me yucky food. whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhy?"
The poor child looked like he had been poisoned and was so disgusted by these muffins that he needed to immediately spit it out.
Oops.
I think I'll stick to cereal or maybe find a new package.
So much for going healthy!
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Paint, Dog and More about Moi
We continued on our quest to update our house this weekend.
On Saturday we tackled our bedroom. By tackled I mean Mike cut chunks of our bedroom wall out in order to move electrical work. At one point we could see outside. It was a little unreal. The purpose of moving the electrical was to build a new closet for our bedroom.
While Mike built, I primed and painted about 3/4 of our room. It was FANTASTIC to get rid of the horrible pink walls. Or at least 3/4 of them.
The other quarter will be painted soon, once the dry wall mud (?) dries and Mike sands. We still haven't figured out if we're going to get a closet system (with all of the shelves, etc) or if we want just basic rods. Oh! The decisions. For now Mike's clothes are still all upstairs in the current bedroom closet (which will be closed off at a later date). And all mine are downstairs in my lovely closet. Baby steps.
I'm honestly the most excited about hanging my vermont artwork. I showed the photos to my parents who were really quite impressed with them.
And, what did Matthew do while we were doing our home renovations? He went on two different hikes with my parents. So, he had a good weekend too. That, and Treehouse did a great job of entertaining him.
Speaking of television ... we recently got DVR which is kind of like tivo. This means that we can tape all sorts of shows - and all the episodes of the show. Here's something most people don't know about me - I LOVE Dog the Bounty Hunter. (don't ask - though there are loads of closet Dog fans out there). And, since we've been recording every episode I've been watching it a lot. So much so that I've had dreams that I'm being hunted down by Dog and Beth. And I keep dreaming Leland is my best friend. I KNOW. Weird. I actually woke up pretty hysterical on Friday night because I was so scared by the dream. I must stop watching this show!
And, Finally ...
One of the best things about blogging, I think, is learning more about other people. It fascinates me to read their opinions and interests. So, when AndreAnna of Diapering Madwoman offered to ask me some questions - I was game. Here are her questions ...
1) You're a working mom like me. Do you find yourself defending this choice often or do people accept the path you've chosen?
I've found myself defending this less and less as Matthew gets older. When Matt was little and I first went back to work it was really hard on me - and so I think every time someone commented I was totally hurt and felt I had to defend myself. I also think that when you're around other moms who are also deciding what they will do everyone shares their opinion. It's a little daunting.
As I have become more comfortable with it I've realized that if someone has an issue with it that's their problem. I think no matter what choice you make (stay at home, work part time or work part-time ... not to mention your child care choice) if you are confident in it people will leave you alone.
Plus, I've also surrounded myself with other moms who understand my decision. That's not to say all my friends have chosen to go back to work, but thy have embraced the decision they have made and don't judge.
But, I am truly in awe of SAHMs!!!!
2) What is your favorite form of exercise?
Good question! I enjoyed running a lot - not in the sense that I'd become a marathon runner, but I got an amazing sense of achievement from it, and occasionally an adrenaline high. I've taken a break from it for some, shall we say, personal reasons, but will hopefully take it up next spring.
I LOVE yoga, and I think I'll start it again in the fall.
And, while I'm on the topic, I LOATHE pilates and suck at any classes that involve much rhythm. I can proudly say that I was so bad at step class that I actually have thrown teachers off. I love the idea of group exercise, but I think I frighten people.
3) What kid show do you hate and wish they would stop airing?
Big Comfy Couch - I cannot stand "Lunette and Molly, a clown and her dolly ..." I really, really can't. The whole show bugs me. And the bizarro stretching clock thing she does is frightening. Plus, her ten-second-tidy up involves throwing things under the couch which is a ridiculous thing to teach children. She needs some bins or something.
Do you even have this show in the States?
Otherwise, Max and Ruby. Do not get me started.
I have to admit, I love WonderPets and sometimes watch with Matt because it's cute.
4) Do you like being a Canadian? Anything the US offers that you think you miss out on? (Other than fluff?)
I love being Canadian. There are some great things that I really appreciate like good health care, and gay marriage.
However, I love Vermont. I'm not sure if that really answers your question, but we don't have a province here that is equal to Vermont. I think if I could I would move there. And, I know my family would come visit because they love it too. I actually have debated buying a timeshare at Trapp Family Lodge - I think it may be one thing I would regret not doing in the future. I love it that much.
And, fluff!!!
(actually, my husband says that we do have fluff here, it's just that I was raised by a health nut mom and a marshmallow hating dad, so as if they would have even thought to buy it!!!)
Oh, and of course CHEESECAKE FACTORY!!!!!
5) Are you a girly girl or more of a tom boy?
This is easy. I am a total girly girl. I love pink, I love makeup and jewelry and clothes and shopping. I really didn't like gym class. I hate things like camping and climbing trees and building stuff. I'm definitely a girly girl!
If you'd like to play, here are the rules, copied from AndreAnna's page.
Interview rules:
1. Leave me a comment saying “Interview me.”
2. I will respond by emailing you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will update your blog with a post containing your the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.
On Saturday we tackled our bedroom. By tackled I mean Mike cut chunks of our bedroom wall out in order to move electrical work. At one point we could see outside. It was a little unreal. The purpose of moving the electrical was to build a new closet for our bedroom.
While Mike built, I primed and painted about 3/4 of our room. It was FANTASTIC to get rid of the horrible pink walls. Or at least 3/4 of them.
The other quarter will be painted soon, once the dry wall mud (?) dries and Mike sands. We still haven't figured out if we're going to get a closet system (with all of the shelves, etc) or if we want just basic rods. Oh! The decisions. For now Mike's clothes are still all upstairs in the current bedroom closet (which will be closed off at a later date). And all mine are downstairs in my lovely closet. Baby steps.
I'm honestly the most excited about hanging my vermont artwork. I showed the photos to my parents who were really quite impressed with them.
And, what did Matthew do while we were doing our home renovations? He went on two different hikes with my parents. So, he had a good weekend too. That, and Treehouse did a great job of entertaining him.
Speaking of television ... we recently got DVR which is kind of like tivo. This means that we can tape all sorts of shows - and all the episodes of the show. Here's something most people don't know about me - I LOVE Dog the Bounty Hunter. (don't ask - though there are loads of closet Dog fans out there). And, since we've been recording every episode I've been watching it a lot. So much so that I've had dreams that I'm being hunted down by Dog and Beth. And I keep dreaming Leland is my best friend. I KNOW. Weird. I actually woke up pretty hysterical on Friday night because I was so scared by the dream. I must stop watching this show!
And, Finally ...
One of the best things about blogging, I think, is learning more about other people. It fascinates me to read their opinions and interests. So, when AndreAnna of Diapering Madwoman offered to ask me some questions - I was game. Here are her questions ...
1) You're a working mom like me. Do you find yourself defending this choice often or do people accept the path you've chosen?
I've found myself defending this less and less as Matthew gets older. When Matt was little and I first went back to work it was really hard on me - and so I think every time someone commented I was totally hurt and felt I had to defend myself. I also think that when you're around other moms who are also deciding what they will do everyone shares their opinion. It's a little daunting.
As I have become more comfortable with it I've realized that if someone has an issue with it that's their problem. I think no matter what choice you make (stay at home, work part time or work part-time ... not to mention your child care choice) if you are confident in it people will leave you alone.
Plus, I've also surrounded myself with other moms who understand my decision. That's not to say all my friends have chosen to go back to work, but thy have embraced the decision they have made and don't judge.
But, I am truly in awe of SAHMs!!!!
2) What is your favorite form of exercise?
Good question! I enjoyed running a lot - not in the sense that I'd become a marathon runner, but I got an amazing sense of achievement from it, and occasionally an adrenaline high. I've taken a break from it for some, shall we say, personal reasons, but will hopefully take it up next spring.
I LOVE yoga, and I think I'll start it again in the fall.
And, while I'm on the topic, I LOATHE pilates and suck at any classes that involve much rhythm. I can proudly say that I was so bad at step class that I actually have thrown teachers off. I love the idea of group exercise, but I think I frighten people.
3) What kid show do you hate and wish they would stop airing?
Big Comfy Couch - I cannot stand "Lunette and Molly, a clown and her dolly ..." I really, really can't. The whole show bugs me. And the bizarro stretching clock thing she does is frightening. Plus, her ten-second-tidy up involves throwing things under the couch which is a ridiculous thing to teach children. She needs some bins or something.
Do you even have this show in the States?
Otherwise, Max and Ruby. Do not get me started.
I have to admit, I love WonderPets and sometimes watch with Matt because it's cute.
4) Do you like being a Canadian? Anything the US offers that you think you miss out on? (Other than fluff?)
I love being Canadian. There are some great things that I really appreciate like good health care, and gay marriage.
However, I love Vermont. I'm not sure if that really answers your question, but we don't have a province here that is equal to Vermont. I think if I could I would move there. And, I know my family would come visit because they love it too. I actually have debated buying a timeshare at Trapp Family Lodge - I think it may be one thing I would regret not doing in the future. I love it that much.
And, fluff!!!
(actually, my husband says that we do have fluff here, it's just that I was raised by a health nut mom and a marshmallow hating dad, so as if they would have even thought to buy it!!!)
Oh, and of course CHEESECAKE FACTORY!!!!!
5) Are you a girly girl or more of a tom boy?
This is easy. I am a total girly girl. I love pink, I love makeup and jewelry and clothes and shopping. I really didn't like gym class. I hate things like camping and climbing trees and building stuff. I'm definitely a girly girl!
If you'd like to play, here are the rules, copied from AndreAnna's page.
Interview rules:
1. Leave me a comment saying “Interview me.”
2. I will respond by emailing you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will update your blog with a post containing your the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.
Friday, August 17, 2007
Friends
I've written a lot about my friend Ginny on my blog.
I truly believe she's the mom friend that everyone needs - the one who seeks you out, helps keep you sane and doesn't judge you on your decision.
The thing is, what made our friendship so easy at first was that we lived so close to each other. We lived in the same condo, on the same floor. We could pick up the phone and literally meet in the hallway 30 seconds later. So much of our experience was common - we shopped at the same grocery store, we attended the same playgroups, we had the same issues with a crazy property manager (who tried to make us sing Abba at Christmas parties).
And then things changed.
Within a couple weeks I moved out of the condo (not for good) and Ginny went back to work. Then I went back to work. Then I moved back to the condo. Then I moved away from the condo. And now Ginny's family is (finally) moving out of the condo.
Phew.
It's been a whirlwind friendship. And, of all the friendships I've been in, ours has probably seen the most growth literally and figuratively. We've gone from mothers agonizing over whether formula and soothers were tools of the devil (we learned better) to mothers debating whether it's better to put your child in afterschool care or daycare. We discuss the merits of the schools our 3 years olds will attend and whether my son biting me means I'm a bad mother or not.
We've also grown as women. I see both of us as more secure, confident women than we were when we first met.
There's lots I can say on my blog knowing that I won't be judged, but a lot of it I don't say out loud to many people. Ginny is my human sounding board - the person who I know may not agree with me but will most certainly not judge me.
So last night we got together.
Her mom lives near me - and Ginny was in town. I had a free evening. Our kids were taken care of, and so we met at Starbucks.
And, over lattes we shared a bunch of laughs, and reminisced a lot. We talked about the big next steps in her life (moving to a house!!!) and some of the choices I'm making in mine. And, I realized that right now we are at SUCH a different point in our lives in some ways. But, I also realized that as much as she played such a role in my life when we were at a similar point, being at different places and celebrating the differences, and the experiences and the changes with someone who may not be there with you, but certainly GETS IT is pretty freaking wonderful.
The truth is, we don't see each other nearly enough. We can go months with a quick little e-mail just to say we still exist or a hello on Facebook. But, when we do see each other I realize that the friendship we have is the kind that can withstand the craziness of life and making seeing that person just pretty cool.
So, Ginny, congrats on selling, and buying and being where you want to be. I couldn't be prouder!
I truly believe she's the mom friend that everyone needs - the one who seeks you out, helps keep you sane and doesn't judge you on your decision.
The thing is, what made our friendship so easy at first was that we lived so close to each other. We lived in the same condo, on the same floor. We could pick up the phone and literally meet in the hallway 30 seconds later. So much of our experience was common - we shopped at the same grocery store, we attended the same playgroups, we had the same issues with a crazy property manager (who tried to make us sing Abba at Christmas parties).
And then things changed.
Within a couple weeks I moved out of the condo (not for good) and Ginny went back to work. Then I went back to work. Then I moved back to the condo. Then I moved away from the condo. And now Ginny's family is (finally) moving out of the condo.
Phew.
It's been a whirlwind friendship. And, of all the friendships I've been in, ours has probably seen the most growth literally and figuratively. We've gone from mothers agonizing over whether formula and soothers were tools of the devil (we learned better) to mothers debating whether it's better to put your child in afterschool care or daycare. We discuss the merits of the schools our 3 years olds will attend and whether my son biting me means I'm a bad mother or not.
We've also grown as women. I see both of us as more secure, confident women than we were when we first met.
There's lots I can say on my blog knowing that I won't be judged, but a lot of it I don't say out loud to many people. Ginny is my human sounding board - the person who I know may not agree with me but will most certainly not judge me.
So last night we got together.
Her mom lives near me - and Ginny was in town. I had a free evening. Our kids were taken care of, and so we met at Starbucks.
And, over lattes we shared a bunch of laughs, and reminisced a lot. We talked about the big next steps in her life (moving to a house!!!) and some of the choices I'm making in mine. And, I realized that right now we are at SUCH a different point in our lives in some ways. But, I also realized that as much as she played such a role in my life when we were at a similar point, being at different places and celebrating the differences, and the experiences and the changes with someone who may not be there with you, but certainly GETS IT is pretty freaking wonderful.
The truth is, we don't see each other nearly enough. We can go months with a quick little e-mail just to say we still exist or a hello on Facebook. But, when we do see each other I realize that the friendship we have is the kind that can withstand the craziness of life and making seeing that person just pretty cool.
So, Ginny, congrats on selling, and buying and being where you want to be. I couldn't be prouder!
Thursday, August 16, 2007
The Good Things ...
So this week we have been continuing on in our quest to beautify our home. I think as fall approaches and we know it will get cold, we want to make sure the space will be nice for us. (dorky, I know).Last night we put together a gigantic bookcase. (Expedit from Ikea). We bought all sorts of storage boxes in our brown and pink theme. And then I got extra creative and had these little tins that I put on alternate shelves. We put some magazines on one shelf and I think we're going to put more of Matt's books on another. I'm loving it!!! I'll take pictures when we get all of the crap out of the dining room.
My sister is also dropping off a piece of furniture to me tonight which I will show off when we reorganize the spare room - but that's none too soon. Still, I love seeing stuff come together in our house. It's pretty exciting.
The other exciting thing was that I created my own artwork. I've been really wanting to get some nice art for our bedroom. But, the problem we have is we don't really agree on a lot of stuff. We do both like nice photographs.
So, when I was going through all the shots I took of Vermont, I realized that some turned out beautifully. I never would consider myself a photographer, but when you are somewhere that is absolutely gorgeous, as Vermont is, it's kind of hard to take a bad picture.
I had taken pictures at sunset as well as daytime. So I had a large assortment. I sent them off to be developed into 8x10's.
Surprisingly, the 8x10's turned out really really well. So, for $12 we have artwork. We're going to find some nice frames and that will be the art for the room. Mike thought about enlarging one to a really big size and hanging that. We'll see. But, I love the idea.
I can't wait to show all of the pictures.
Tonight, though, I'm taking a break from all my redecorating to go for lattes with a good friend who I don't see often enough. Is it horrible that I cancelled my dental appointment to hang out with her? Ummm yeah. But as penance I booked a new appointment on my day off next week, so I can feel appropriately guilty then. However, in fairness, it's hard to get to see Ginny since we moved - so it's worth it.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Miscellaneous
Oh how I miss Vermont! This is my sister and I at Ben & Jerry's with our kids. Every year we take a picture here. They go back to when I was about 6 or 7. I think that one day I will write a letter to the people at Ben & jerry's and tell them how much we love them and how we go every year. This ice cream lid has always been there - since I can remember. And, did you know that including scoop shop sales this is the most popular ice cream? (Cherry Garcia is their number one pint seller - FYI)
This is the current state of my hallway. Do you like all the wood? All the boxes? This weekend we are tackling the project of our bedroom. Our current closet sucks - so we are walling it up and creating a nice new large closet that will run the entire width of our room. And we are painting.The current colour of our room is this horrible pinkish/dusty rose colour. It's horrible. I have decided that just putting up a couple of coats of primer will be far better than living with this colour any longer. To add to the horror of the room is that the woman who lived here before us was a smoker and so the walls are yellowy. (who smokes in bed anymore?) we've tried washing the walls, but the best way to cover smoke is with paint. So that is what we will do.
We also have a firm rule of "no cats in the bedroom" (I'm allergic) so hopefully our room won't be cat hair filled.
After we do our room we're turning our attention to the spare room. But, I'm not sure when. We may get inspired and go for it - at least prime it. But, who knows.
Finally ... The memes. Her Bad Mother posted all the contents of her "bag" (read: purse) and encouraged her readers to do the same. I thought this was kind of fun. And, since I love a good meme - enjoy!
I'm going to from back to front (kind of)
1) My purse. I have many, but this is the one I use most. It holds everything.
2) Back Left - My wallet (Matt & Nat) it's small. I love it
3) Next to wallet - glasses case for prescription sunglasses
4) Next to case - my Coach change purse. Love. (from my sis)
5) Next to change purse - memo from GO Transit apologizing for delays
6) Second Row from Back left - my Blackberry/Crackberry - I love and hate this
7) Tylenol
8) Sunglasses that belong in their case
9) Glasses case (with glasses)
10) Pass for work with pig-like picture of me on it
11) Lypsyl
12) Postcard from Vermont from Matthew to Kalysta - I mailed it this morning!!!
13) 2 Pens
14) A gum wrapper
15) My social girl candy. This makes me laugh - they say on them "I'm an Open Invitation" - and they are cherry flavoured. They were a gift from my parents who didn't read that closely. They make me laugh.
16) change that belongs in my change purse
17) front middle - a second cup 2 for 1 coupon and some wadded up receipts and an old cold pill
18) Photo lab photos from my sister. She's very organized. The pictures are adorable
19) My 2 Shinylicious lip glosses. My current favourites. LOVE.
FINALLY - Haley Tagged me for a meme about my middle name
Basically you just post a relevant fact for each letter of your middle name. As you should know - my middle name is Dawn (as in Laural Dawn). Easy Peasy.
D - daring
A - adventurous
W - wacky
N - noisy
There you have it. And ... I am tagging 4 people since that's how many letters are in my middle name. And, these are people I've never tagged before (or have I?)
I tag: AndreAnna, MandyPoo, MammaLee and Sam
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
A little less Drama, a little more Laughter
Thankfully the major biting spell in our house is almost over.
I'm not sure what prompted it, though the suggestion that it may be because Mike didn't go on vacation with us or the fact that I've been extra emotional lately may have triggered it.
Who knows.
What I do know is that thankfully Matt has retracted his teeth and is becoming the three-year-old we know and love.
And he's back to his crazy self.
The last couple of nights we've been going on walks. I know I should be at the gym again, or even running, but it's been so nice out lately and I haven't felt like going to the gym. I want to be outside. And, since Matthew is loving riding his trike it has made going for walks much easier.
Believe it or not, 99% of the time Matt listens when we tell him to slow down, he knows not to ride on to the road, and he's not really capable of riding faster than we can run. So, it makes for an enjoyable walk.
Last night's walk/ride was to Starbucks. I was craving an evening coffee - and since I never drink caffeine in the evening, there aren't that many tasty decaf choices out there. And, I thought it would make for a perfect distance which it did.
But, the funniest part of the trip was watching Matt on his trike. He is now attempting to do various tricks. So, he'll stop, pick up his trike like he's doing a jump, and then plop it down. Or, he'll do a crazy spin. Or he'll wobble back and forth. Half the time Mike and I were cracking up. It was so cute.
And, I think I'm also learning with Matt that he needs to be tired out in the evening. We are sometimes guilty of letting him watch tv while we do various things. But, I think we need to get him outside enjoying the weather.
He's already told us the next subdivision he wants to ride through, so I think we may try it out.
Mike wants to get a bike for himself. I'm thinking next year he and Matt will probably be able to go for some bike rides together.
Personally, I can't stand bike riding. So, maybe I'll jog along behind them.
(okay, who am I kidding. Maybe I'll make a cup of coffee and read and let them have some father/son bonding time... so much nicer)
I'm not sure what prompted it, though the suggestion that it may be because Mike didn't go on vacation with us or the fact that I've been extra emotional lately may have triggered it.
Who knows.
What I do know is that thankfully Matt has retracted his teeth and is becoming the three-year-old we know and love.
And he's back to his crazy self.
The last couple of nights we've been going on walks. I know I should be at the gym again, or even running, but it's been so nice out lately and I haven't felt like going to the gym. I want to be outside. And, since Matthew is loving riding his trike it has made going for walks much easier.
Believe it or not, 99% of the time Matt listens when we tell him to slow down, he knows not to ride on to the road, and he's not really capable of riding faster than we can run. So, it makes for an enjoyable walk.
Last night's walk/ride was to Starbucks. I was craving an evening coffee - and since I never drink caffeine in the evening, there aren't that many tasty decaf choices out there. And, I thought it would make for a perfect distance which it did.
But, the funniest part of the trip was watching Matt on his trike. He is now attempting to do various tricks. So, he'll stop, pick up his trike like he's doing a jump, and then plop it down. Or, he'll do a crazy spin. Or he'll wobble back and forth. Half the time Mike and I were cracking up. It was so cute.
And, I think I'm also learning with Matt that he needs to be tired out in the evening. We are sometimes guilty of letting him watch tv while we do various things. But, I think we need to get him outside enjoying the weather.
He's already told us the next subdivision he wants to ride through, so I think we may try it out.
Mike wants to get a bike for himself. I'm thinking next year he and Matt will probably be able to go for some bike rides together.
Personally, I can't stand bike riding. So, maybe I'll jog along behind them.
(okay, who am I kidding. Maybe I'll make a cup of coffee and read and let them have some father/son bonding time... so much nicer)
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Clean
For the past few weeks I've been on this clean streak.
The problem that I have, which it seems my husabnd and son both have, is that I'm not a naturally neat person.
I have this issue where I'd love a clean house, but I have a hard time achieving it. Mike swears he doesn't see it, and Matthew takes great joy in creating messes all around him.
I'm fine with a house not being perfect. I like people, and myself of course, to feel welcome and comfortable to put their feet up and relax.
But, lately, it's been a lot less comfortable and a lot more messy.
The problem is that we aren't that organized, and so it's really hard to put stuff away somewhere where there is no place to put it. It's making me CRAZY.
So, I'm starting a rather aggressive plan to get this place in shape. I'm sorting, organizing and throwing out.
In fairness, we have lived in this house 8 months, and we have been in transition for the past few years, so we have lived out of boxes a lot. We've accumulated lots of junk.
Lst week I re-did the kitchen and put in a nice new cupboard. Our big plans for re-doing our kitchen are on hold for a bit, so I thought I could at least make some small changes.
Next step - basement.
While Mike took Matt to his parents' place for the day I cleaned, sorted and organized ALL of Matthew's toys. I threw out several bags of broken toys. I spent literally hours. And today I'm tired! But, I'm off to do laundry. FUN times!
The problem that I have, which it seems my husabnd and son both have, is that I'm not a naturally neat person.
I have this issue where I'd love a clean house, but I have a hard time achieving it. Mike swears he doesn't see it, and Matthew takes great joy in creating messes all around him.
I'm fine with a house not being perfect. I like people, and myself of course, to feel welcome and comfortable to put their feet up and relax.
But, lately, it's been a lot less comfortable and a lot more messy.
The problem is that we aren't that organized, and so it's really hard to put stuff away somewhere where there is no place to put it. It's making me CRAZY.
So, I'm starting a rather aggressive plan to get this place in shape. I'm sorting, organizing and throwing out.
In fairness, we have lived in this house 8 months, and we have been in transition for the past few years, so we have lived out of boxes a lot. We've accumulated lots of junk.
Lst week I re-did the kitchen and put in a nice new cupboard. Our big plans for re-doing our kitchen are on hold for a bit, so I thought I could at least make some small changes.
Next step - basement.
While Mike took Matt to his parents' place for the day I cleaned, sorted and organized ALL of Matthew's toys. I threw out several bags of broken toys. I spent literally hours. And today I'm tired! But, I'm off to do laundry. FUN times!
Friday, August 10, 2007
Oh The Eyelashes
Last night I went to a Mary Kay party.
It was really quite a nice evening. There were 4 of us trying out glam new looks. We looked beautiful (okay maybe I looked a bit tarty, but whatever).
So, the Mary Kay lady was telling us about the eye makeup remover they have. (It's really good stuff by the way). I was drinking coffee while she was discussing the benefits of this eye makeup remover. Interesting information.
And then she told a story about how she had this client who burned her eyelashes off and how she kept using this eye makeup remover and the minerals in the eye make up remover made her eyelashes grow back.
I choked on my coffee.
Is this funny to anyone but me.
I could hardly hold in the giggles.
I was sitting next to my sister who was like "what's so funny?"
I had to reminder her of when I was missing eyelashes. Why, you may be wondering, was I without eyelashes?
That would be because I trusted my sister to wax my eyebrows. But, when she wasn't paying attention she dripped wax on my eyelashes, and along with my eyebrows came a few lashes. Ouch!
But, funny.
When I recalled that story she started to laugh too. In fact everyone started to crack up (at my trauma, people! You're laughing at my trauma. I kid. I was dying by that point).
All I could think to myself was who would have thought in that agony of having your eyelashes ripped out that you should use your mineral enhanced eye makeup remover to encourage eyelash growth.
And that thought made me giggle even more.
My friend sells Mary Kay. Next time I see her I will have to mention the benefits of the eye makeup remover. Good stuff. I'm thinking I should have some on hand for the next time Beck helps with hair removal.
It was really quite a nice evening. There were 4 of us trying out glam new looks. We looked beautiful (okay maybe I looked a bit tarty, but whatever).
So, the Mary Kay lady was telling us about the eye makeup remover they have. (It's really good stuff by the way). I was drinking coffee while she was discussing the benefits of this eye makeup remover. Interesting information.
And then she told a story about how she had this client who burned her eyelashes off and how she kept using this eye makeup remover and the minerals in the eye make up remover made her eyelashes grow back.
I choked on my coffee.
Is this funny to anyone but me.
I could hardly hold in the giggles.
I was sitting next to my sister who was like "what's so funny?"
I had to reminder her of when I was missing eyelashes. Why, you may be wondering, was I without eyelashes?
That would be because I trusted my sister to wax my eyebrows. But, when she wasn't paying attention she dripped wax on my eyelashes, and along with my eyebrows came a few lashes. Ouch!
But, funny.
When I recalled that story she started to laugh too. In fact everyone started to crack up (at my trauma, people! You're laughing at my trauma. I kid. I was dying by that point).
All I could think to myself was who would have thought in that agony of having your eyelashes ripped out that you should use your mineral enhanced eye makeup remover to encourage eyelash growth.
And that thought made me giggle even more.
My friend sells Mary Kay. Next time I see her I will have to mention the benefits of the eye makeup remover. Good stuff. I'm thinking I should have some on hand for the next time Beck helps with hair removal.
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
My 3 Year Old Is Kicking my Butt
Seriously.
I'm beyond tired these days.
I thought that when the "terrible twos" were over and before the f*&%ing fours" began there would be some peace, a nice respite from the terror that can be my son.
I was sorely mistaken.
So, here I am, entering my fifth month of parenting a 3 year old, and I am seriously exhausted. I have tried being strict. I have tried being nice. I have tried ignoring. I have tried bribing. And NOTHING works. Nothing.
One minute he's the sweetest child in the world. He's hugging me and kissing me and telling me how much he loves me. I love that. And all is right with the world.
Then suddenly he turns. And because this insane child. Something sets him off and he goes wild. It's like if I don't work with his schedule and do what he wants then he attacks. Literally.
He has starting biting again. And it hurts.
I tell him no - he bites.
I say it's time to go - he bites.
I offer him candy - he bites.
I'm covered in bruises and my patience is wearing thin.
And it's not just me. Mike feels the same way. Every time Mike turns around Matthew is biting him too. It's gotten to the point where we compare bruises at night. It's not fun. And, keep in mind he's in daycare ALL DAY.
And so on it goes. But, it doesn't help that lately I've been tired and cranky and trying to cut down on caffeine.
So basically, my child is kicking my butt. I'm sure I'll sort this out one day. But today I'm just venting. Cause really, there's not much else today. If anyone has a solution (other than copious amounts of alcohol) please let me know ...
I'm beyond tired these days.
I thought that when the "terrible twos" were over and before the f*&%ing fours" began there would be some peace, a nice respite from the terror that can be my son.
I was sorely mistaken.
So, here I am, entering my fifth month of parenting a 3 year old, and I am seriously exhausted. I have tried being strict. I have tried being nice. I have tried ignoring. I have tried bribing. And NOTHING works. Nothing.
One minute he's the sweetest child in the world. He's hugging me and kissing me and telling me how much he loves me. I love that. And all is right with the world.
Then suddenly he turns. And because this insane child. Something sets him off and he goes wild. It's like if I don't work with his schedule and do what he wants then he attacks. Literally.
He has starting biting again. And it hurts.
I tell him no - he bites.
I say it's time to go - he bites.
I offer him candy - he bites.
I'm covered in bruises and my patience is wearing thin.
And it's not just me. Mike feels the same way. Every time Mike turns around Matthew is biting him too. It's gotten to the point where we compare bruises at night. It's not fun. And, keep in mind he's in daycare ALL DAY.
And so on it goes. But, it doesn't help that lately I've been tired and cranky and trying to cut down on caffeine.
So basically, my child is kicking my butt. I'm sure I'll sort this out one day. But today I'm just venting. Cause really, there's not much else today. If anyone has a solution (other than copious amounts of alcohol) please let me know ...
Sunday, August 05, 2007
Back from Vacation
I'm back from vacation - 8 days with my son, my parents, my sister and her family.
I'm exhausted.
There's so much I have to talk about. There's the beauty of the mountains, the fun I had with Matthew and my family, the things we did, the meltdowns that occurred, the yummy food we ate and how I cannot imagine being a single parent to a 3-year old.
But, I'm tired.
This week wore me out.
Specifically, travelling by rental car and via train from Vermont to Toronto (in 13 hours) with heavy baggage has kicked my butt and rendered me exhausted. And, of course I came back home and decided to reorganize the kitchen. (don't ask).
Maybe tomorrow I will download some pictures, and talk about my travels.
But for now I will leave you with some of the highlights:
I'm exhausted.
There's so much I have to talk about. There's the beauty of the mountains, the fun I had with Matthew and my family, the things we did, the meltdowns that occurred, the yummy food we ate and how I cannot imagine being a single parent to a 3-year old.
But, I'm tired.
This week wore me out.
Specifically, travelling by rental car and via train from Vermont to Toronto (in 13 hours) with heavy baggage has kicked my butt and rendered me exhausted. And, of course I came back home and decided to reorganize the kitchen. (don't ask).
Maybe tomorrow I will download some pictures, and talk about my travels.
But for now I will leave you with some of the highlights:
- Our first night of swimming - the kids found those rings that you throw in the water and then dive for. In her excitement my sister threw it to me, missed completely and whacked my mom in the head. Once we knew my mom was okay, my mom, sister and I could not stop giggling over my dad's comment of "it's okay, dear. Becky didn't mean to hit you. We all know she has horrible aim."
- Matthew and Kyla discovered that I could burp words. We were all floating in the pool, right before bedtime and they would give me a word and I would burp it for them. Hot!
- We went on the Ben and Jerry's factory tour 2 times, and went to Ben and Jerry's 10 times. (Matt went 11 times). We didn't have ice cream every time.
- I now have an ice cream cone tattoo on my ankle (it's airbrushed - not permanent)
- Matt having a new found obsession with the word "butt". Really - where did that come from?
- Walking on the recreation path. Who knew my child loved nature so much?
Thursday, August 02, 2007
Guest Post #3 - In which her hubby attempts to write something...
It's incredible that after knowing someone for 10 years, when you sit down to write something about them for the blogging world, the most incredible case of writers block seems to happen.
I remember the day I said to Laural "Hey, I started a blog, it's pretty cool.. You should try it out sometime". Little did I know that not only would she start blogging like crazy, but even attract a following. My blog sits there collecting dust and spiderwebs, while she on the other hand has gone on to have her own little group of blogging friends, be invited to blogging events, and even meet her favorite writers! I have to admit, sometimes she amazes me.
Sometimes I catch myself thinking "Gee, Laural should blog about this!", only to look over and see that she's already thinking long and hard about what she's going to write. Sure enough, shortly after we're within reach of a computer, she's off. It irks me at times, but that's part of being married to Laural. A beautiful, strong, independent, goal oriented, mother.
Sometimes she amazes me with the goals she sets and achieves. Losing weight, done. Running a 5k, done. Being a fantastic mother, done. Taking Matty all by herself on vacation, well.. almost done. Her strength of character and shear determination to finish what she starts is something I can always use a good dose of.
Of course it's not all paradise either. I believe she also has other, smaller goals, the purpose is to keep me on my toes. Goals like, surprising me with cats, asking me where her keys are, and my favorite.. Never closing zip-lock bags!
All and all though, I'm lucky to have such a wonderful partner at my side. I wouldn't have it any other way.
I remember the day I said to Laural "Hey, I started a blog, it's pretty cool.. You should try it out sometime". Little did I know that not only would she start blogging like crazy, but even attract a following. My blog sits there collecting dust and spiderwebs, while she on the other hand has gone on to have her own little group of blogging friends, be invited to blogging events, and even meet her favorite writers! I have to admit, sometimes she amazes me.
Sometimes I catch myself thinking "Gee, Laural should blog about this!", only to look over and see that she's already thinking long and hard about what she's going to write. Sure enough, shortly after we're within reach of a computer, she's off. It irks me at times, but that's part of being married to Laural. A beautiful, strong, independent, goal oriented, mother.
Sometimes she amazes me with the goals she sets and achieves. Losing weight, done. Running a 5k, done. Being a fantastic mother, done. Taking Matty all by herself on vacation, well.. almost done. Her strength of character and shear determination to finish what she starts is something I can always use a good dose of.
Of course it's not all paradise either. I believe she also has other, smaller goals, the purpose is to keep me on my toes. Goals like, surprising me with cats, asking me where her keys are, and my favorite.. Never closing zip-lock bags!
All and all though, I'm lucky to have such a wonderful partner at my side. I wouldn't have it any other way.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Guest Post # 2 - A Mom’s Eye View
I have two daughters, both of whom I am very proud to call “daughter”. They have grown into two women whom I admire for very different reasons. I think of them as my best girlfriends. I laugh with them, cry with them, and generally just have a wonderful time being with them.
Since this is Laural’s blog, I should probably be more specific about what it is I enjoy about having her as a daughter!
Laural is the whimsical one in the family who tells hilarious stories about every day events – they can be work related or home related. Many times I laugh so hard that tears run down my cheeks as she relays something that happened in her life. I usually shake my head and say audibly, “only Laural”. She was always the one her dad and I could rely on to tell us what was going on at school – usually with some embellishment.
She is the spontaneous one in the family who comes up with an idea and wants to run with it now. Like the time she decided that on the way to Vermont we should take a side trip – fly to New York. We don’t always go along with these outrageous ideas, but when you are around Laural you never feel like you are “in the box”; she pretty much operates “out of the box” whenever she can.
Yet there is a serious side to this crazy daughter of ours. We are both professional women in the business world. She works in the communications department of a large company, while I run my own soft skills training company. There have been times when I have called her for sage advice and gotten it. She helps design marketing materials for always edits and/or proofreads articles that I write for publication.
It has been a fun time watching both of our daughters grow into mature young adults who have each married wonderful men, had great kids and continue to be awesome human beings. But then as a mom, I may be just a tad biased.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
GUEST POST #1 ... On Being Laural's Sister
Hi, my name is Becky, and I am the guest blogger today! This in itself is very funny because I can't even figure out half the time how to post comments on Laural's blog, so I've given up. Every once in awhile she writes a really nice thing about me and I can't even respond to it without calling my husband downstairs to fix the stupid blogging thingy that won't let me comment!! But, since Laural has asked me to write, I will, just for you sis!
I think what I would like to address is Laural's apparent insecurity about being a mom, or maybe being the mom she feels she should be. It's very odd at times reading Laural's blog because I think she sees me through rose coloured glasses. I think a lot of people do. I used to talk to my grandma about an argument I would have had with my husband, and she would just look at me and say "Becky, I can't imagine you ever raising your voice!" Well, I do. I lose it continually with my husband and my kids. Today it was over spilt bubbles - how pitiful is that? Perhaps this is the side of parenting I tend to shield a bit from my sister without realizing it. Even family vacations are well planned on my part - enough time away from parents and my sister that they don't always realize when I'm grouchy or tired or just annoyed with being around them for a week! I'm not trying to hide my true feelings, just make sure others don't suffer from my ups and downs. Clearly, as a result of that, I've somehow hidden a lot of my failures from Laural. So, I would like to take the rest of this blog clearly outlining for my sister why she is GREAT at her job of being a mom, and how her parenting makes me laugh and realize I should relax a bit with my parenting techniques:
1. Being a new mom-
Laural will say she went through major depression and had a very difficult baby - which is true. What she fails to mention is that she picked up the phone continually to talk to me. She had me over every week, even if she didn't feel like it. She would get up and put on a pot of coffee and have treats for Kyla. She carried on and got through even if it was the last thing she felt like doing. That shows a huge amount of courage.
2. Being a mom to a boy -
Thank God I had girls!!!! I look at Matty, and I know I couldn't do it. I have no idea how that kid thinks. I love him to death, but he is a complete mystery to me. I can't keep up to his questions, his energy, anything! I am astounded every day how Laural figures out how to parent him. I would be pulling every book off the shelf at the library to try and figure out how to do it. I feel I was given a much easier lot in life getting 2 girls - at this point (check in with me when they hit puberty)
3. Being a mom to others -
I think a big part of being a great mom, is loving your kid's friends. I would want Kyla's friends as they grow older to be able to trust me and come to me if they needed help. I watch Laural with Kyla and am very touched by how much effort she puts into being a loving and caring aunt. She'll call out of the blue some days to see if she can take Kyla for an ice cream in the evening. I feel good knowing that if Kyla was in trouble and didn't feel she could come to me, that she would be able to talk to my sister.
4. Being a working mom -
Here, as usual, Laural and I have chosen different paths. Laural shines as a working mom. I would be an utter failure. I will go back to work sooner than later, but as a bit of a homebody, I want to have quiet moments with my kids during the day and be the one to go on adventures with them. I like my small network of friends, and the small routines I've put in place. I can't imagine Laural lasting long with this. Laural always has a hundred and one things on the go at work - dives into the social aspect of work, and then easily comes home and slides into being a mom. I haven't figured out how she switches back and forth so quickly, except to assume that the GO is actually a magical ride from one realm to the other. She literally jumps from work, to home, to the gym, to friends, without missing a beat. It's exhausting to watch, but exciting as well! I could never do it.
I would never take a toddler on the train by myself. Not because it can't be done, I just wouldn't think I could do it. Laural gets excited about the idea, jumps in, and then looks back to debate the obstacles. Throughout her life she has had experiences I could only hope to have because she does this. Her life is a series of stories that keep you enraptured and wanting to hear more. I live alongside this and love every minute of my life as Laural's sister.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
While I'm Away
I'm leaving for vacation tomorrow.
Now, I know I don't have a million readers. But, there are some of you who very kindly check in here a lot. And, I wanted to do something special while I'm away.
Enter the Guest Bloggers.
I speak a lot about the people in my "real life" - my family and my friends. And, they don't all blog. Here's their lucky chance.
Over the next few days you get to read what they have to say. I don't know what it will be. My guideline was that it can be about anything - it can be about what I'm really like (sometimes adorable, sometimes a tyrant) or it can be about life in general.
I haven't read them yet. My husband is posting them for me. I can't wait.
And, wisely, when I recruited my mom and sister to post for me I recruited them before we all spend a week in a timeshare together. Because what they say after that may be vastly different. They will, afterall, experience the pre-coffee Laural which is a little terrifying to say the least.
So, check back often, enjoy the antics of my guest posters and please ... COMMENT!!! And let them feel the love.
Now, I know I don't have a million readers. But, there are some of you who very kindly check in here a lot. And, I wanted to do something special while I'm away.
Enter the Guest Bloggers.
I speak a lot about the people in my "real life" - my family and my friends. And, they don't all blog. Here's their lucky chance.
Over the next few days you get to read what they have to say. I don't know what it will be. My guideline was that it can be about anything - it can be about what I'm really like (sometimes adorable, sometimes a tyrant) or it can be about life in general.
I haven't read them yet. My husband is posting them for me. I can't wait.
And, wisely, when I recruited my mom and sister to post for me I recruited them before we all spend a week in a timeshare together. Because what they say after that may be vastly different. They will, afterall, experience the pre-coffee Laural which is a little terrifying to say the least.
So, check back often, enjoy the antics of my guest posters and please ... COMMENT!!! And let them feel the love.
Awwww ... How cute
This is a picture of Matty and I in the local paper. It's a very teeny picture. But, ya know, the paparazzi always seems to find me :)
I wish you could see how high up we were, but it was still pretty cool.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Just a few days away
My vacation to Vermont is approaching quickly. I'm almost packed. I'm beginning to get people to cover for various things for me at work, and I'm seriously ready for a break.
And then it hit me last night.
I'm nervous!
Sometimes I sign up for crazy things. Like, oh, taking Matt on 2 train rides, getting a rental car and negotiating my way through Montreal to Vermont ON MY OWN.
Have I mentioned driving in new cities makes me nervous. Driving an unfamiliar car in a city I rarely drive in ... yikes. (did I mention I failed 5 driving tests? In suburbia!!!)
What am I thinking.
The nice people around me keep assuring me that I'll be fine. Afterall, I've been reminding myself, I used to be a tour guide.
The thing about being a tour guide ... I usually had a competent bus driver who would point me in the right direction.
Yes, I've driven in Montreal, but Mike was at least sitting there with a map. It's the same with the train stations.
I'm a little nervous about trying to find my way to the correct track when we have to board the train. I know this is completely ridiculous - afterall, I'll be boarding the Via train at Union Station which is exactly where I get off the GO train everyday. But, Union Station is huge.
I'm wisely meeting a friend (and colleague) for coffee a little early. It will be fun, and she's very good with directions. I'm sure I'll make it to the train just fine.
But after that ... well we shall see.
I'm also a little nervous about entertaining Matthew on the 5 hour train ride. I've got activities and a portable DVD player (with 2 hours battery time), but beyond that, I don't know. I'm hoping he will be amused by the scenery and the fact that he is on a train.
Of course, I'm also a little worried about the trip itself. I have many many plans for the trip including taking a cable car up a mountain (when we were about 11 and 13 my parents had us climb that mountain!!!), going to Ben & Jerry's, visiting some farms, shopping, swimming and relaxing. But, I'm hoping my somewhat precocious 3-year old wants to do this too.
And then there's the eating aspect.
I'm used to Mike eating out with us. It will be weird just the 2 of us. I mean, Mike is generally the voice of reason when Matt decides he just wants ice cream for dinner and I kind of want to go with it. Although, since we will be in Vermont, in my opinion it's perfectly logical to eat ice cream for every meal. I mean, really, think globally eat locally!!!!
Actually, I'm pretty excited too.
And, the other thing I'm thinking of is creating a vacation scrapbook when I get back. I haven't scrap booked since Matt's first birthday, and I think it would be super fun!
Just really really nervous. And, I have a feeling when we get back, Mike and Matthew are going to have some great daddy-son bonding days while I SLEEP!!!!
And then it hit me last night.
I'm nervous!
Sometimes I sign up for crazy things. Like, oh, taking Matt on 2 train rides, getting a rental car and negotiating my way through Montreal to Vermont ON MY OWN.
Have I mentioned driving in new cities makes me nervous. Driving an unfamiliar car in a city I rarely drive in ... yikes. (did I mention I failed 5 driving tests? In suburbia!!!)
What am I thinking.
The nice people around me keep assuring me that I'll be fine. Afterall, I've been reminding myself, I used to be a tour guide.
The thing about being a tour guide ... I usually had a competent bus driver who would point me in the right direction.
Yes, I've driven in Montreal, but Mike was at least sitting there with a map. It's the same with the train stations.
I'm a little nervous about trying to find my way to the correct track when we have to board the train. I know this is completely ridiculous - afterall, I'll be boarding the Via train at Union Station which is exactly where I get off the GO train everyday. But, Union Station is huge.
I'm wisely meeting a friend (and colleague) for coffee a little early. It will be fun, and she's very good with directions. I'm sure I'll make it to the train just fine.
But after that ... well we shall see.
I'm also a little nervous about entertaining Matthew on the 5 hour train ride. I've got activities and a portable DVD player (with 2 hours battery time), but beyond that, I don't know. I'm hoping he will be amused by the scenery and the fact that he is on a train.
Of course, I'm also a little worried about the trip itself. I have many many plans for the trip including taking a cable car up a mountain (when we were about 11 and 13 my parents had us climb that mountain!!!), going to Ben & Jerry's, visiting some farms, shopping, swimming and relaxing. But, I'm hoping my somewhat precocious 3-year old wants to do this too.
And then there's the eating aspect.
I'm used to Mike eating out with us. It will be weird just the 2 of us. I mean, Mike is generally the voice of reason when Matt decides he just wants ice cream for dinner and I kind of want to go with it. Although, since we will be in Vermont, in my opinion it's perfectly logical to eat ice cream for every meal. I mean, really, think globally eat locally!!!!
Actually, I'm pretty excited too.
And, the other thing I'm thinking of is creating a vacation scrapbook when I get back. I haven't scrap booked since Matt's first birthday, and I think it would be super fun!
Just really really nervous. And, I have a feeling when we get back, Mike and Matthew are going to have some great daddy-son bonding days while I SLEEP!!!!
Monday, July 23, 2007
Me ... a Supermom!
About once a month the guilt of being a working mother gets me down. I love my job, and I don’t really want to stay at home. But, when my son’s daycare goes on a field trip I feel I am missing out. When I hear about a first, or when I observe him learning to read numbers and I haven’t taught him the ever-familiar guilt creeps in.
So, I wasn’t quite sure what to expect when I started reading the book “Journey to the Darkside Supermom Goes Home” by Kathy Buckworth.
The book is touted as a ‘good hard look’ at what happens corporate moms decided to become stay-at-home moms. Yikes!
It’s not like I was planning to quit my job and stay at home. That’s not why I read it. I just read it for fun. It’s written by a humourist who is a parenting writer, so I figured that it may be a fun read.
I was completely right.
Somehow Kathy Buckworth has the ability to make me laugh at myself. I’m what she would describe as a “supermom” because I work and manage having a child and everything that goes along with that in the evenings.
Some of her descriptions are dead-on. At one point she talks about how supermoms leave work and are proud to get to the child’s play on time while the parents who have been toiling away to get the play going look on in judgement.
Been there – I did a semester of Saturday gymnastics with Matthew. I wish Kathy had been by my side so she could have laughed along with me.
Anyway …
She takes an incredibly humourous look at what it’s truly like to stay at home with kids. She is somehow able to describe the boredom and busy-ness at the same time. Her descriptions of the various types of moms out there was hilarious.
By the time I finished reading the book there were two things that happened. First, I truly understood my sister’s life a little better (she stays at home). I sometimes wish I was doing what she was, but this book reminded me, in an incredibly funny way, that it’s not as easy as she makes it look.
Second, I was really glad to go to work. I’ve been reading this book on the train, and the further I got into, the more I realized I was quite happy to hang on to my title of Supermom just a little longer.
I really enjoyed this book. It wasn’t my typical read, but I was engrossed. And, this is one of those books that I’ll keep at work (really, I am) so the next time I am tired and frustrated and feeling like a crappy mom, I’ll pull it out and be able to say “oh yeah … I am making the right decision here.”
And, when you find a book that reminds you of that it’s a keeper.
But, don’t get me wrong, I think this is a book that a stay at home mom would enjoy too, because you’ll likely be reading thinking “finally, someone gets it.”
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Friday Evening Fun
Last night we went to the Annual Midnight Madness event that takes in the town I grew up in. (Our city's neighbour).It's a fun event. They close down all the downtown streets, the stores are open, there's a sidewalk sale, there's tons of food booths and activities. It's a big party, there are a million people. It's a fun, though crazy event.
The highlight of the evening for us? There was a firetruck there. And, they were offering rides in the aerial extension part of the truck - you know the thing the fire fighters ride in to get to the top of buildings. Mike saw this from a mile away and said Matty would love it. True. So we went over. And waited for about 45 minutes.
We told Matthew about 20 times that it was a long wait, but he was quite determined to stay in line. So we did. It was the first time that I've seen him be so patient about something. He had a blast waiting. He was chatting with another little boy ("Maybe we'll go so high up we'll be in space?" and "Maybe we'll be taller than dinosaurs" were my favourite discussions).
And then we made it to the front of the line. By the time I got there I was wondering how much we would have to pay. But it was FREE! Awesome.
Because Matthew is little (and because he was technically too little but I somehow got around that) one of his parents had to go up with him. I'm not quite sure how it was decided that parent should be me considering that I am not great with heights. But, on we went.
It was a blast.
We went up 35 feet or about 3 stories. We saw everything. It was an amazing experience. Matthew was in awe. Not only was he hanging out with one of his heroes, a firefighter, he was IN A FIRETRUCK.
And then I looked down. And looking back up at me was our the photographer for the community newspaper. So, when we got off the truck he asked for our names. My fingers are crossed that that picture will be in the paper. I just think that would be amazing to show Matthew what he looked like from way up high.
The other bizarre moment was when I was in Starbucks.
I was waiting in the super long bathroom line. Like many Starbucks, this one has one men's washroom and one women's washroom. The bathroom line was primarily women, and it was somehow decided by the hilarious and feisty teenage girls in line that we were going to have some equality. So, as we made our way through the line both men and women were directed into either washroom. We ignored the signs on the door and just went one at a time.
The moment of hilarity occurred when a man who was clearly used to getting his way walked around the line of about 25 women to use the men's room.
He got to the front of the line and got sent right back to the end of the line after being given a somewhat stern and hilarious lecture about gender equality courtesy of a 17 year old girl. Love it! And, then Matthew started shrieking "Mommy" while Mike and my dad were in line. I kept glancing back and smiling at him and trying to signal him to be quiet.
This same traffic directing, gender equality pushing teenager convinced the six teenage girls ahead of me in line to let me in front because "her child is freaking out and she looks tired".
And suddenly I love teenagers!!!
No, really. I do.
Friday, July 20, 2007
Since I'm not going to BlogHer ...
I'm not going to BlogHer. Truthfully, I'm not exactly in the group of people who are crying about it. It sounds like tons of fun - meeting bloggers, drinking wine, learning some stuff. I'd love to hear some of the panelists.
However, I also know that from my financial standpoint, me going to BlogHer would mean not going on vacation with my son, not having the little trip I had with Mike, etc. It's a priorities thing, and I'm totally okay with what I'm putting first. (please don't take this as, if you are going to BlogHer, that I think your priorities are off).
But ... for those of us who aren't going, who are just kind of envious, there's something fun and exciting.
A blogger who I read often has created her own contest - for those not going to BlogHer. A pity party of sorts where you could win a Coach purse. And, even if you don't, you can still download the button so you are almost as cool (cooler?) than those going.
I love contests. Especially this one.
Cheer up everyone!
And, happy Friday.
However, I also know that from my financial standpoint, me going to BlogHer would mean not going on vacation with my son, not having the little trip I had with Mike, etc. It's a priorities thing, and I'm totally okay with what I'm putting first. (please don't take this as, if you are going to BlogHer, that I think your priorities are off).
But ... for those of us who aren't going, who are just kind of envious, there's something fun and exciting.
A blogger who I read often has created her own contest - for those not going to BlogHer. A pity party of sorts where you could win a Coach purse. And, even if you don't, you can still download the button so you are almost as cool (cooler?) than those going.
I love contests. Especially this one.
Cheer up everyone!
And, happy Friday.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Melt Down in Aisle 5
Last night Matthew and I went to the grocery store. We had a few things to pick up.
One of the things I was looking for was packaged fruit salad. Matt has been bringing breakfast to school lately, and really wanted fruit salad. So we hunted for it.
Unfortunately for me the lunch box size fruit salad is in the same aisle as marshmallows and bags of raisins. (just an aside - why would packaged fruit salad not be next to canned fruit salad?)
Marshmallows ("Smarshmallows") and raisins are one of Matt's favourite foods. I sometimes buy them.
Last night I didn't want to. He was already getting a treat when I was buying him the fruit. We'd already had pizza. Enough is enough. Lately I'm realizing I give in a lot, and I'm trying to be firmer about all his whims.
So, when he grabbed a bag of marshmallows off the shelf I said no.
About twenty times.
He freaked out. And I waivered.
Guess what he did? He plopped the bag of marshmallows into the basket and then went to get a bag of raisins. When I said no he proceeded to have a meltdown. Again.
Lesson learned. If I let him get one thing after I say no and he then wins the argument and gets what he wants he will figure out that bad behaviour gets rewarded.
Yes, I have read this a million times. I'd just never realized that a) I was giving in to this and b) he had figured out that screaming wore me down.
So there we were in the middle of the grocery store, me having a lightbulb moment and him screaming at the top of his lungs.
I gave him 2 warnings to stop screaming or we would get neither the raisins nor the marshmallows. His response, of course, was scream louder. I gave him one more warning. More shouting. And then in one swift move I plopped the raisins and marshmallows on the shelf, picked the basket up with one hand and my screaming child up with the other.
It was not my most glorious moment.
I was THAT frazzled mom. The one who can't stop her child's screaming. Who is trying not to scream herself, and who frankly doesn't care that half the store is staring at her.
For a moment I was afraid someone would think I was kidnapping him, but his screams of "You are a MEAN MOMMY. Bad mommy. I wanted Marshmallows and I am maaaaaaaaaaaad at you mommy" probably warded off any worries about that.
And we made it to line. And I paid, impressively, with a screaming, writhing preschooler in my arms.
When we finished paying I carried him over to the flower department, and I pointed out the helium machine. And, as quickly as the meltdown started it stopped. I put Matthew down. He smiled at me and told me he wasn't mad anymore.
And then he said "but, Mommy, I really wanted the marshmallows and raisins and I was mad that you said no."
I looked him in the eye and said "I'm sorry you were mad, but we don't always get what we want." And, I'm not kidding you, a woman, about my mom's age, walked past me and gave me the thumbs up when she heard me say that.
And suddenly it was all okay.
Matt grabbed my hand and decided we should go home for some raisins and chocolate milk. I agreed.
And, I learned my lesson. I'm not going to give in so often. Really. I'm not.
One of the things I was looking for was packaged fruit salad. Matt has been bringing breakfast to school lately, and really wanted fruit salad. So we hunted for it.
Unfortunately for me the lunch box size fruit salad is in the same aisle as marshmallows and bags of raisins. (just an aside - why would packaged fruit salad not be next to canned fruit salad?)
Marshmallows ("Smarshmallows") and raisins are one of Matt's favourite foods. I sometimes buy them.
Last night I didn't want to. He was already getting a treat when I was buying him the fruit. We'd already had pizza. Enough is enough. Lately I'm realizing I give in a lot, and I'm trying to be firmer about all his whims.
So, when he grabbed a bag of marshmallows off the shelf I said no.
About twenty times.
He freaked out. And I waivered.
Guess what he did? He plopped the bag of marshmallows into the basket and then went to get a bag of raisins. When I said no he proceeded to have a meltdown. Again.
Lesson learned. If I let him get one thing after I say no and he then wins the argument and gets what he wants he will figure out that bad behaviour gets rewarded.
Yes, I have read this a million times. I'd just never realized that a) I was giving in to this and b) he had figured out that screaming wore me down.
So there we were in the middle of the grocery store, me having a lightbulb moment and him screaming at the top of his lungs.
I gave him 2 warnings to stop screaming or we would get neither the raisins nor the marshmallows. His response, of course, was scream louder. I gave him one more warning. More shouting. And then in one swift move I plopped the raisins and marshmallows on the shelf, picked the basket up with one hand and my screaming child up with the other.
It was not my most glorious moment.
I was THAT frazzled mom. The one who can't stop her child's screaming. Who is trying not to scream herself, and who frankly doesn't care that half the store is staring at her.
For a moment I was afraid someone would think I was kidnapping him, but his screams of "You are a MEAN MOMMY. Bad mommy. I wanted Marshmallows and I am maaaaaaaaaaaad at you mommy" probably warded off any worries about that.
And we made it to line. And I paid, impressively, with a screaming, writhing preschooler in my arms.
When we finished paying I carried him over to the flower department, and I pointed out the helium machine. And, as quickly as the meltdown started it stopped. I put Matthew down. He smiled at me and told me he wasn't mad anymore.
And then he said "but, Mommy, I really wanted the marshmallows and raisins and I was mad that you said no."
I looked him in the eye and said "I'm sorry you were mad, but we don't always get what we want." And, I'm not kidding you, a woman, about my mom's age, walked past me and gave me the thumbs up when she heard me say that.
And suddenly it was all okay.
Matt grabbed my hand and decided we should go home for some raisins and chocolate milk. I agreed.
And, I learned my lesson. I'm not going to give in so often. Really. I'm not.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
I'm So Ready for a Vacation
I can tell I'm ready for a vacation.
I've had it with work. Generally I like my job. I like the team I am on, and I like what I do. But, really lately I'm just not feeling it.
Take for instance today. We did the Big Bike Ride. I love it. It's fun. You ride this huge bike around Toronto screaming shouting and dancing to music. What's not to love. But, I just didn't care this year. I groaned about it. I whined about it.
I was in a bad mood.
Of course once I got my team outfit on, and I had an excuse to wear lulus at work, it got much better. And, by the time I was on the bike I was a crazy woman, screaming "woo hoo" at all the people staring at us (pictures will follow). But leading up to it. Blah.
We had a team meeting and it turns out that I'm not the only one feeling this way. We're all a little ready for vacation. We've all had the fleeting thought of calling in sick and enjoying the day. My solace is knowing that at least I'm not alone.
So I'm biding my time. I realized I'd hit the point of disinterest when instead of working I actually insisted on doing a mini-makeover on a colleague who never wears make-up. (it was fun and she looked good.)
Luckily I leave for vacation next Friday. I can't wait!!! I've planned out my route to Vermont, I'm packing this weekend. I can almost smell the mountain air. I am dreaming of Ben & Jerry's ice cream, Cold Hollow Cider Mill and the Stowe Recreation Path.
Less than 2 weeks. The anticipation is building.
I've had it with work. Generally I like my job. I like the team I am on, and I like what I do. But, really lately I'm just not feeling it.
Take for instance today. We did the Big Bike Ride. I love it. It's fun. You ride this huge bike around Toronto screaming shouting and dancing to music. What's not to love. But, I just didn't care this year. I groaned about it. I whined about it.
I was in a bad mood.
Of course once I got my team outfit on, and I had an excuse to wear lulus at work, it got much better. And, by the time I was on the bike I was a crazy woman, screaming "woo hoo" at all the people staring at us (pictures will follow). But leading up to it. Blah.
We had a team meeting and it turns out that I'm not the only one feeling this way. We're all a little ready for vacation. We've all had the fleeting thought of calling in sick and enjoying the day. My solace is knowing that at least I'm not alone.
So I'm biding my time. I realized I'd hit the point of disinterest when instead of working I actually insisted on doing a mini-makeover on a colleague who never wears make-up. (it was fun and she looked good.)
Luckily I leave for vacation next Friday. I can't wait!!! I've planned out my route to Vermont, I'm packing this weekend. I can almost smell the mountain air. I am dreaming of Ben & Jerry's ice cream, Cold Hollow Cider Mill and the Stowe Recreation Path.
Less than 2 weeks. The anticipation is building.
Monday, July 16, 2007
Will Wonders Never Cease????
I had a doctor's appointment today.
After the usual peeing in the cup and height measurement it came time for the scale.
And the number wasn't bad. Not bad at all.
And then it happened. My doctor reviewed my chart, looked at my weight, did a double take, reviewed my previous weights and then turned to me and said:
"That's a phenomenal weight. I'm impressed."
No comment on dropping a few more. No suggestion about further dieting. Her only comment was to keep doing what I'm doing.
Okay ... so unfortunately I am not cured, and I can't start eating fast food every day. But, I do have an urge to go celebrate over a Big Mac.
Anyone interested?
Actually, I have to admit that I really was just encouraged to go home and eat salad or something. The rest of the weight I want to lose is for vanity, and I may as well admit that I'm somewhat vain.
The only weird thing about the appointment is that I have high blood pressure, and it makes no sense to anyone since it's higher than when I was heavier, drinking more coffee and eating crap. The irony is that on Wednesday I'm taking part in The Big Bike For Heart and Stroke at work. At least I'm raising money for an organization that may end up solving this bizarre problem.
(don't worry - I'm not about to keel over)
After the usual peeing in the cup and height measurement it came time for the scale.
And the number wasn't bad. Not bad at all.
And then it happened. My doctor reviewed my chart, looked at my weight, did a double take, reviewed my previous weights and then turned to me and said:
"That's a phenomenal weight. I'm impressed."
No comment on dropping a few more. No suggestion about further dieting. Her only comment was to keep doing what I'm doing.
Okay ... so unfortunately I am not cured, and I can't start eating fast food every day. But, I do have an urge to go celebrate over a Big Mac.
Anyone interested?
Actually, I have to admit that I really was just encouraged to go home and eat salad or something. The rest of the weight I want to lose is for vanity, and I may as well admit that I'm somewhat vain.
The only weird thing about the appointment is that I have high blood pressure, and it makes no sense to anyone since it's higher than when I was heavier, drinking more coffee and eating crap. The irony is that on Wednesday I'm taking part in The Big Bike For Heart and Stroke at work. At least I'm raising money for an organization that may end up solving this bizarre problem.
(don't worry - I'm not about to keel over)
Sunday, July 15, 2007
It Isn't easy Being Three ...
On Friday i got called home from work because matthew was sick.
Poor thing.
My husband picked him up, and when he got him he was suffering from some sort of flu. Rough, but survivable. Things got much worse as his day went on.
Before he even made it home he fell down some stairs and scratched his leg.
Then we got him home.
While I was trying to think of something yummy yet healthy (and not illness inducing for him to eat) he asked me if he could try towing my flashlight with his helicopter.
I was feeling very accomodating. I probably should have looked before saying yes because he put the (gigantic) flashlight on the counter, hooked the helicopter up to it, and decided to see if the flashlight could fly.
It can't.
It bonked him in the head and almost knocked him out.
Once he recovered from the head trauma we had some yummy lunch. He wanted a raisin bagel, and proceeded to eat just the raisins.
Yum.
And then on to the afternoon fun (who says a sick child needs a nap?)
We decided to play with Rosie Rose Petal the beloved kitten. And, what's fun for kittens to do. Play in umbrellas of course!!!
Don't worry - the kitten was enjoying the umbrella ride. She kept hopping in. Fun times!!!!
Of course, I decided some outdoor play was in order.
Of course, yet another injury ensued. This time a major scrape on his leg. Don't ask me how. I was watching the entire time. I really don't know!
After all of the excitement of the day Matthew finally, FINALLY decided that he would sleep. Of course, all of the play tired Miss Rosie out as well, so they had a lovely nap on the couch.
And, as for me ... exhausted!
Poor thing.
My husband picked him up, and when he got him he was suffering from some sort of flu. Rough, but survivable. Things got much worse as his day went on.
Before he even made it home he fell down some stairs and scratched his leg.
Then we got him home.
While I was trying to think of something yummy yet healthy (and not illness inducing for him to eat) he asked me if he could try towing my flashlight with his helicopter.
I was feeling very accomodating. I probably should have looked before saying yes because he put the (gigantic) flashlight on the counter, hooked the helicopter up to it, and decided to see if the flashlight could fly.
It can't.
It bonked him in the head and almost knocked him out.
Once he recovered from the head trauma we had some yummy lunch. He wanted a raisin bagel, and proceeded to eat just the raisins.Yum.
And then on to the afternoon fun (who says a sick child needs a nap?)
We decided to play with Rosie Rose Petal the beloved kitten. And, what's fun for kittens to do. Play in umbrellas of course!!!
Don't worry - the kitten was enjoying the umbrella ride. She kept hopping in. Fun times!!!!
Of course, I decided some outdoor play was in order.
Of course, yet another injury ensued. This time a major scrape on his leg. Don't ask me how. I was watching the entire time. I really don't know!
After all of the excitement of the day Matthew finally, FINALLY decided that he would sleep. Of course, all of the play tired Miss Rosie out as well, so they had a lovely nap on the couch.And, as for me ... exhausted!
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Lick's Annoys Me
Tonight we decided to go to Licks as a family. It's pretty easy because Matt likes their food, their nature burger is healthy for me and Mike is happy to have whatever they are serving.
The Licks near us is usually fairly slow. But, tonight was an exception. Tonight they were extraordinarily slow.
The painful process started when I ordered. Matt has waited in line with me for a few minutes, but eventually he and Mike gave up and went for a walk.
So, I ordered: "One kids' homeburger meal with cheese, please," is what I started with. Before I could get to mine I was stopped.
"You can't get a kid's meal. You are over 12."
Huh???
I was ordering for my son, but this is dumb. So I had to point my child out to her.
Ohhhh kay.
Then I got on to ordering Mike's meal.
"I'll have the homeburger combo with large onion rings and a diet coke."
Her question "What size diet coke?"
Me: "The size that comes with a combo."
Her: "This isn't a combo anymore since you got a large."
Ohhh kay.
And then we got to the name thing.
Her: "What's your name"
me: "Laural"
Her: "What?"
Me: "Laural - L-A-U-R-A-L"
Her: "really? that's weird."
Nice.
Once we got through that we moved on to getting the burgers and fries. I waited 10 minutes. There was one person in front of my. Seriously. 10 minutes. For fast food. In an empty restaurant. And then they got stuff wrong. It was frustrating.
As I finally walked away with my correct order I got called back for an extra order of fries. And I had to explain that no, I did not order those fries. And then had to wait while they made sure that I indeed did not order the fries that I did not want.
Painful.
I won't get started on the whole ice cream shamozzle that occurred at the end of the meal.
The Licks near us is usually fairly slow. But, tonight was an exception. Tonight they were extraordinarily slow.
The painful process started when I ordered. Matt has waited in line with me for a few minutes, but eventually he and Mike gave up and went for a walk.
So, I ordered: "One kids' homeburger meal with cheese, please," is what I started with. Before I could get to mine I was stopped.
"You can't get a kid's meal. You are over 12."
Huh???
I was ordering for my son, but this is dumb. So I had to point my child out to her.
Ohhhh kay.
Then I got on to ordering Mike's meal.
"I'll have the homeburger combo with large onion rings and a diet coke."
Her question "What size diet coke?"
Me: "The size that comes with a combo."
Her: "This isn't a combo anymore since you got a large."
Ohhh kay.
And then we got to the name thing.
Her: "What's your name"
me: "Laural"
Her: "What?"
Me: "Laural - L-A-U-R-A-L"
Her: "really? that's weird."
Nice.
Once we got through that we moved on to getting the burgers and fries. I waited 10 minutes. There was one person in front of my. Seriously. 10 minutes. For fast food. In an empty restaurant. And then they got stuff wrong. It was frustrating.
As I finally walked away with my correct order I got called back for an extra order of fries. And I had to explain that no, I did not order those fries. And then had to wait while they made sure that I indeed did not order the fries that I did not want.
Painful.
I won't get started on the whole ice cream shamozzle that occurred at the end of the meal.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Not that I'm feeling old, or anything ...
But, last night I was babysitting my nieces.
It turns out that my nieces and my son are all obsessed with the question "how old are you?"
I have no problem telling them my age, but after being asked a zillion times by every child I meet, I grow a little tired of it.
So last night when my 5-year-old niece said to me "Aunt Laural, how old are you?"
I said "how old do you think I am?"
Kyla looked at me, thought about it for a minute and then said "Ummmm 82?"
Nice.
She was completely serious.
It turns out that I may be buying that wrinkle cream a little earlier than anticipated.
Kyla's baby sister redeemed them, though, when she guessed that I'm 4.
I'm thinking 29 is a happy medium???
It turns out that my nieces and my son are all obsessed with the question "how old are you?"
I have no problem telling them my age, but after being asked a zillion times by every child I meet, I grow a little tired of it.
So last night when my 5-year-old niece said to me "Aunt Laural, how old are you?"
I said "how old do you think I am?"
Kyla looked at me, thought about it for a minute and then said "Ummmm 82?"
Nice.
She was completely serious.
It turns out that I may be buying that wrinkle cream a little earlier than anticipated.
Kyla's baby sister redeemed them, though, when she guessed that I'm 4.
I'm thinking 29 is a happy medium???
Monday, July 09, 2007
Lately I haven't been totally focused on losing weight.
I still have a goal in mind. But, it's summer. And, it's harder to go to the gym. Matt wants to play outside, we've gone on a mini-vacation, we've been gardening, we've been celebrating birthdays and holidays.
The bottom line is, I've been having too much fun to be completely focused on my eating and exercising habits.
Add to this the fact that I had a tooth pulled (don't worry - no more pictures) which has limited how much I want to eat, what I can eat, and the ability to use a straw ... and you have some very bizarre food combinations going on.
When we went to Buffalo I had every intention of stuffing myself at Cheesecake Factory, and enjoying some fine American cuisine. I did, but I wasn't that hungry. I actually whined to Mike that it was unfair that I was at my new favourite restaurant and all I wanted was soup!!!
So today I decided to weigh myself.
I knew that I've been eating poorly. I told myself as I stepped on the scale that it was totally fine whatever number came up because I would just focus back on eating healthy and lose the "vacation weight".
I almost had a heart attack when I saw the number.
It was significantly less than when I weighed myself last week.
Bizarre.
I stepped off, let the scale go blank, and then stepped back on (it's digital).
Same number.
Then I had my shower. And got back on. Soaking wet, with a towel I was still 5 pounds lighter than last Monday.
This morning I weighed myself 7 times. I'm convinced it's not a fluke, and that I actually have lost weight. I don't get it. But I like it.
And, it's kicked me back into healthy eating because I figure I may as well see if I can lose more weight while my body is on a role!!!
I still have a goal in mind. But, it's summer. And, it's harder to go to the gym. Matt wants to play outside, we've gone on a mini-vacation, we've been gardening, we've been celebrating birthdays and holidays.
The bottom line is, I've been having too much fun to be completely focused on my eating and exercising habits.
Add to this the fact that I had a tooth pulled (don't worry - no more pictures) which has limited how much I want to eat, what I can eat, and the ability to use a straw ... and you have some very bizarre food combinations going on.
When we went to Buffalo I had every intention of stuffing myself at Cheesecake Factory, and enjoying some fine American cuisine. I did, but I wasn't that hungry. I actually whined to Mike that it was unfair that I was at my new favourite restaurant and all I wanted was soup!!!
So today I decided to weigh myself.
I knew that I've been eating poorly. I told myself as I stepped on the scale that it was totally fine whatever number came up because I would just focus back on eating healthy and lose the "vacation weight".
I almost had a heart attack when I saw the number.
It was significantly less than when I weighed myself last week.
Bizarre.
I stepped off, let the scale go blank, and then stepped back on (it's digital).
Same number.
Then I had my shower. And got back on. Soaking wet, with a towel I was still 5 pounds lighter than last Monday.
This morning I weighed myself 7 times. I'm convinced it's not a fluke, and that I actually have lost weight. I don't get it. But I like it.
And, it's kicked me back into healthy eating because I figure I may as well see if I can lose more weight while my body is on a role!!!
Friday, July 06, 2007
Playing "BAY-cation" with Mommy
Rarely do I think that I am a brilliant mother. I steal ideas, I copy trends. I'm not terribly original. But today ... I was smart.
At the end of July, Matthew and I are going on vacation to Vermont. I'm a little worried about losing him while we are travelling (we're taking the train) or while we are shopping or while we are wandering around.
I debated buying a harness. But ... I know my child well. And I know that there is no way that he would allow me to put one on him. So, while we were in Buffalo I bought a wrist harness. (it also included a full harness if anyone wants it). Mike and I decided that we needed to come up with some super great idea to convince Matthew to wear it.
And convince him I did.
I told him I bought him a "vacation bracelet". I pulled it out at the same time I pulled out the toys we brought back from Buffalo.
He likes the giant Lightning McQueen car. He played with it for 2 minutes.
But he loves the vacation bracelet.
I put it on him and gave him some leftover candy we had brought home with us.
All evening he has been saying "let's play BAY-cation!!!" and we put on our bracelets and walk around connected. Every so often we stop for "bay-cation food" (ju-jubes).
I feel a little like a dog being walked. So much so that Mike helpfully pointed out that we could have saved money and just bought me a leash.
But whatever. we're playing vacation and my child is willing to wear a bracelet that will hopefully keep us connected.
Genius.
I'm getting way too excited for our vacation.
At the end of July, Matthew and I are going on vacation to Vermont. I'm a little worried about losing him while we are travelling (we're taking the train) or while we are shopping or while we are wandering around.
I debated buying a harness. But ... I know my child well. And I know that there is no way that he would allow me to put one on him. So, while we were in Buffalo I bought a wrist harness. (it also included a full harness if anyone wants it). Mike and I decided that we needed to come up with some super great idea to convince Matthew to wear it.
And convince him I did.
I told him I bought him a "vacation bracelet". I pulled it out at the same time I pulled out the toys we brought back from Buffalo.
He likes the giant Lightning McQueen car. He played with it for 2 minutes.
But he loves the vacation bracelet.
I put it on him and gave him some leftover candy we had brought home with us.
All evening he has been saying "let's play BAY-cation!!!" and we put on our bracelets and walk around connected. Every so often we stop for "bay-cation food" (ju-jubes).
I feel a little like a dog being walked. So much so that Mike helpfully pointed out that we could have saved money and just bought me a leash.
But whatever. we're playing vacation and my child is willing to wear a bracelet that will hopefully keep us connected.
Genius.
I'm getting way too excited for our vacation.
Shuffled Off to Buffalo
Tomorrow, 07/07/07 is our 6th anniversary. So on wednesday night we left matt with my parents and shuffled off to buffalo.
We were going to leave thursday morning, but i decided to surprside mike and leave a day early.
It was a little crazy getting ready. i am usually the person who overpacks while mike survives on very little. But in his excitement he literally dumped the entire laundry basket in his suitcase and we were off!
We have had a lot of fun. We went shopping. We ate out. We sat and had starbucks. Twice! We have laughed over dumb stuff and not worried about much.
Of course we went to the Cheesecake factory. Yum. My meal (which again i ate a third of) filled me up so much that i could eat cheesecake. We ended up getting cheesecake to go!
Yummy.
More on our trip later.
We were going to leave thursday morning, but i decided to surprside mike and leave a day early.
It was a little crazy getting ready. i am usually the person who overpacks while mike survives on very little. But in his excitement he literally dumped the entire laundry basket in his suitcase and we were off!
We have had a lot of fun. We went shopping. We ate out. We sat and had starbucks. Twice! We have laughed over dumb stuff and not worried about much.
Of course we went to the Cheesecake factory. Yum. My meal (which again i ate a third of) filled me up so much that i could eat cheesecake. We ended up getting cheesecake to go!
Yummy.
More on our trip later.
Shuffled Off to Buffalo
Tomorrow, 07/07/07 is our 6th anniversary. So on wednesday night we left matt with my parents and shuffled off to buffalo.
We were going to leave thursday morning, but i decided to surprside mike and leave a day early.
It was a little crazy getting ready. i am usually the person who overpacks while mike survives on very little. But in his excitement he literally dumped the entire laundry basket in his suitcase and we were off!
We have had a lot of fun. We went shopping. We ate out. We sat and had starbucks. Twice! We have laughed over dumb stuff and not worried about much.
Of course we went to the Cheesecake factory. Yum. My meal (which again i ate a third of) filled me up so much that i could eat cheesecake. We ended up getting cheesecake to go!
Yummy.
More on our trip later.
We were going to leave thursday morning, but i decided to surprside mike and leave a day early.
It was a little crazy getting ready. i am usually the person who overpacks while mike survives on very little. But in his excitement he literally dumped the entire laundry basket in his suitcase and we were off!
We have had a lot of fun. We went shopping. We ate out. We sat and had starbucks. Twice! We have laughed over dumb stuff and not worried about much.
Of course we went to the Cheesecake factory. Yum. My meal (which again i ate a third of) filled me up so much that i could eat cheesecake. We ended up getting cheesecake to go!
Yummy.
More on our trip later.
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
Tooth Extraction ... Gross
This is the good side ...Tonight I went for the long anticipated tooth extraction.
The good news is that the freezing has not yet worn off so I can type this. The bad news is that I know what's to come thanks to a helpful hygeniest.
Anyway, I won't get into too many details because one word sums it up quite nicely. OUCH!
I went in trying very hard not to be a baby about things. And that lasted at least 30 seconds.
Actually, it was very cool because the dentist put this little camera in my mouth and I got to see things on the big screen. It made me realize that this procedure was definitely necessary and that the cleaning I've been putting off for, okay YEARS, is really necessary.
So, sparing the details. But, it's not pleasant. In fact, it's so unpleasant that the dentist chose not to tell me anything other than that he would freeze me completely, and I had to sign a waiver.
The whole thing was longer than I thought. He had to wriggle the tooth for a full 10 minutes. I was shaking. And then he gave me a break. I calmed down, we started again.
The good news is that when I was a little girl my dad used to pull my tooth using pliers (when they were ready to come out). So, I was prepared. I had dealt with this before.
All in all. A success.
My reward???
I got to keep the tooth. Admittedly the dentist said that he had never let a patient keep a tooth that was infected. But, he felt that since he didn't think I would get through this without hyperventilating (I used my yoa breathing techniques) or crying (it was close but I held those tears in) I could choose between the tooth or a sticker.
I chose the tooth.
Why? Because I wanted to share it with the internets. I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!
Feel free to show your children who don't brush their teeth.
And this is why they pulled the tooth - look at that hole!!!Tooth Fun ...
Sorry
I didn't mean to leave everyone hanging on the tooth front.
It turned out that the pain I was experiencing was from 2 teeth. The top and bottom molars. I thought it was the bottom of my mouth that was hurting. When they asked that's what I told them, but the hygeniest looked in my mouth and said we should probably x-ray the top and the bottom.
Which they did.
The bottom was a cavity. It was kind of deep and so they filled it right away. (a temporary filling). The top is bad news. The tooth is eroded. It's pretty gross. So I have to have it (WARNING - only look if you have a strong stomach) extracted. TONIGHT!
Actually, he would have extracted it right there. Except. I was shaking way too much. And, I was alone. So I get to go back tonight.
Thank God for Ativan. And ice packs. And Tylenol 3.
The funniest part was when he said to me that the bad news is that I have to take the tooth out. The good news is that I'm only afraid of the drill - not copious amounts of blood. Nice.
Have I mentioned it took me weeks to get over my wisdom teeth removal. Uggggh.
I didn't mean to leave everyone hanging on the tooth front.
It turned out that the pain I was experiencing was from 2 teeth. The top and bottom molars. I thought it was the bottom of my mouth that was hurting. When they asked that's what I told them, but the hygeniest looked in my mouth and said we should probably x-ray the top and the bottom.
Which they did.
The bottom was a cavity. It was kind of deep and so they filled it right away. (a temporary filling). The top is bad news. The tooth is eroded. It's pretty gross. So I have to have it (WARNING - only look if you have a strong stomach) extracted. TONIGHT!
Actually, he would have extracted it right there. Except. I was shaking way too much. And, I was alone. So I get to go back tonight.
Thank God for Ativan. And ice packs. And Tylenol 3.
The funniest part was when he said to me that the bad news is that I have to take the tooth out. The good news is that I'm only afraid of the drill - not copious amounts of blood. Nice.
Have I mentioned it took me weeks to get over my wisdom teeth removal. Uggggh.
Monday, July 02, 2007
A Weekend to Celebrate
Mtt
It was a bit of an up and down weekend for me. I had a disastrous dentist appointment on Saturday where I had one cavity filled, and found out I'm getting another tooth pulled. (I have to go back because I didn't want to be totally swollen and in pain at a wedding). So, it's been a painful weekend.
But we didn't let that deter us from having fun.My cousin's wedding - beautiful. It was nice to hang out with our family, we had a lot of laughs, and I love weddings.
Canada Day was also a blast. We discovered our new favourite food - kettle corn. I do NOT want to know how many calories that stuff has, but it sure is delicious. Matthew loved the ice cream and hotdogs being served up.
It was a beuatiful weekend. And, I'm grateful that today is a day off to relax (and go for lunch with my wondermoms!)
Cousins!
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