I have been invited to shin dig that has been an annual event for the people of our wee village. It is happening in a couple of weeks. I am crapping my pants. This super special event is for girls only, for the first time, no boys or men allowed. Sounds great, sounds easy. There is more. It's a camp out. Over night. All night. No boys.
No sweat right? Well.........I have actually never been away from home over night since we have had a home. I went out, over a weekend to visit a friend once while we lived in Victoria. However, this was not sans child........does it count? Nope, it really doesn't.
In the last 3 years of having Rohan and Avery, I have not spent one night away from either of them. Do you know what that sounds like in my head? Dedicated! No, actually, kind of sad. So now I am starting to pump like a mad woman. In fact I did some pumping while watching the final Stanley cup game............didn't even get an ounce, is that bad luck? And now I have my fingers and toes crossed that he will start drinking from the bottle and not just chewing and crying.
It may take a lot of psyching myself up to leave my little and big men (or not, I may just end up escaping with a spring in my step...) I am even nervous about having a few drinks, like more than two. Why I haven't had more than two consecutive alcoholic beverages since.............hmmmm since taking on the daunting task of making another baby. That is an on going event that needs a whole lot of wine, that's fo sho!
So here we go, a full night off from the boys, surrounded by girls, surrounded by estrogen, surrounded by tents, a lake, booze and good freaking times. Oh god, I can't breathe........................
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
hummus stinks!
I have made some not so pleasant discoveries in my food introduction project with Avery. My number 25 food, yogurt, backs the poor lad up. When once he was leaving me little presents in his diaper up to 5 times a day, he is now down to one if I am lucky (depending, of course, on what you consider to be lucky.......poop happens to be a HUGE gold star in my life right now..........*sob* ).
I also have a dilemma with my number 26 food. Aside from producing some of the most nostril hair burning smell from Avery's diaper thus far that is! This food product is actually an accumulation of several food products. Hummus.. Now do I just count it as one, or do I add them all up as individual ingredients? Considering my numbers are pretty low right now, I may do a bit of a cheap and offer a few of them up with their own number.
26. Chickpeas
27. Tahini
28. Lemon
28. garlic
I am tempted with the olive oil, but I will omit it in order to not seem too petty!
29. Cucumber this was not actually in the hummus, and in no way was associated with the hummus, just an extra food.
Also 30. Barley
But mostly, Yams and banana's are what his diet consists of. Banana's are just too bloody easy for me not to feed it to him everyday. I can bring a banana anywhere, squish little pieces with my fingers and tada, meal. With the astonishing amount of crap that I need to take with me everywhere I go, it is nice to only have to bring a banana for lunch!
I also have a dilemma with my number 26 food. Aside from producing some of the most nostril hair burning smell from Avery's diaper thus far that is! This food product is actually an accumulation of several food products. Hummus.. Now do I just count it as one, or do I add them all up as individual ingredients? Considering my numbers are pretty low right now, I may do a bit of a cheap and offer a few of them up with their own number.
26. Chickpeas
27. Tahini
28. Lemon
28. garlic
I am tempted with the olive oil, but I will omit it in order to not seem too petty!
29. Cucumber this was not actually in the hummus, and in no way was associated with the hummus, just an extra food.
Also 30. Barley
But mostly, Yams and banana's are what his diet consists of. Banana's are just too bloody easy for me not to feed it to him everyday. I can bring a banana anywhere, squish little pieces with my fingers and tada, meal. With the astonishing amount of crap that I need to take with me everywhere I go, it is nice to only have to bring a banana for lunch!
Monday, June 13, 2011
too clever for a 3 year old
A while back I mentioned my true initiation into parenthood, the first declaration of love from my amazing little toddler. Swoon. You can not beat that sound, the sound of adoration from your little man. This became a constant in our daily conversations, completely not coaxed by me. We would be innocently going for a walk down the street and out would come 'Me love you, and daddy and Avery'. Damn he wins cutest kid award for sure.
Well, things have changed a little bit in this happy little household of ours. It came out of the blue, I don't even know if we were all around for this monumental and totally upsetting moment. Colin could have been at work, or elsewhere, but I am pretty sure he wasn't around to hear the first, of many, sad mutterings of his wee man.
"Me no love daddy anymore'
That is the sound of my and Colin's heart breaking up into little pieces. It was sad, but we got through it. I even may have mentioned it to a few friends over coffee. Poor Colin, Rohan has never talked about any decrease in affection toward his mother, you know the hand that feeds him. Smart kid. That is, until tonight.
I was peacefully reading in the bath, waiting for Rohan to come and join me, when I heard 'Me no love mama, me love you'. This was said to dear ole dad.
Now, I may have been completely deceived in this concept, but I was pretty sure that I wasn't going to hear those words until the infamous teenage angst years. And, I was certain, that it was something that would not often be spoken against me, his mother. He is my little boy after all, he is supposed to love me unconditionally..............forever.
But here we are, dealing with our crafty son pitting his parents against each other, an incredibly amusing issue we didn't realize was in the capacity of a child at the tender age of 3. Very clever little man, very clever indeed. Too clever in fact.
Well, things have changed a little bit in this happy little household of ours. It came out of the blue, I don't even know if we were all around for this monumental and totally upsetting moment. Colin could have been at work, or elsewhere, but I am pretty sure he wasn't around to hear the first, of many, sad mutterings of his wee man.
"Me no love daddy anymore'
That is the sound of my and Colin's heart breaking up into little pieces. It was sad, but we got through it. I even may have mentioned it to a few friends over coffee. Poor Colin, Rohan has never talked about any decrease in affection toward his mother, you know the hand that feeds him. Smart kid. That is, until tonight.
I was peacefully reading in the bath, waiting for Rohan to come and join me, when I heard 'Me no love mama, me love you'. This was said to dear ole dad.
Now, I may have been completely deceived in this concept, but I was pretty sure that I wasn't going to hear those words until the infamous teenage angst years. And, I was certain, that it was something that would not often be spoken against me, his mother. He is my little boy after all, he is supposed to love me unconditionally..............forever.
But here we are, dealing with our crafty son pitting his parents against each other, an incredibly amusing issue we didn't realize was in the capacity of a child at the tender age of 3. Very clever little man, very clever indeed. Too clever in fact.
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Hello Ladies!
Well my friends, it finally happened, and I am exhausted. In the past, pre baby #2, I assumed this was an impossibility, I just never thought I could ever get so lucky so early in the game. It was so easy, so so simple. Too simple. I am going to want more and more, on a more and more regular basis. Such an extravagance, such a novelty.
That's right, ladies night, and it was glorious. In fact, I was extremely, embarrassingly, excited about it. So excited that as I was walking toward the restaurant the excitement started to bubble over, before I had a chance to contain it, I busted a giggling happy dance, with a super sexy strut (or so I thought!). Apparently I don't get out much.
Don't get me wrong, this wasn't a piss up, party till you dance topless on the tables (everyone does that right?). It was just the ladies going out for a nice classy dinner at some nice classy digs. If anyone has had Noodle Box, it is like that, but eat in, and not in a box! Yum effin Yum.
Do you want to know what a pile of new moms (and one seasoned professional) sit around and talk about? I bet you do (not) care! Sleep (lessness) vomit (baby and adult), and poop. Was there more in the conversation? Maybe, but these three subjects ALWAYS reign supreme with moms. ALWAYS. The poor, romantic, couple behind us. Nobody really needs to hear this shit, but we just cannot help ourselves.
Despite the fact that I was forced awake several times that night, and permanently at 4am, I had a great time. Despite the fact that I manage to leave the house twice a week for a couple of hours each, this was so so much different. It was out. It was great. It will most definitely happen again!
That's right, ladies night, and it was glorious. In fact, I was extremely, embarrassingly, excited about it. So excited that as I was walking toward the restaurant the excitement started to bubble over, before I had a chance to contain it, I busted a giggling happy dance, with a super sexy strut (or so I thought!). Apparently I don't get out much.
Don't get me wrong, this wasn't a piss up, party till you dance topless on the tables (everyone does that right?). It was just the ladies going out for a nice classy dinner at some nice classy digs. If anyone has had Noodle Box, it is like that, but eat in, and not in a box! Yum effin Yum.
Do you want to know what a pile of new moms (and one seasoned professional) sit around and talk about? I bet you do (not) care! Sleep (lessness) vomit (baby and adult), and poop. Was there more in the conversation? Maybe, but these three subjects ALWAYS reign supreme with moms. ALWAYS. The poor, romantic, couple behind us. Nobody really needs to hear this shit, but we just cannot help ourselves.
Despite the fact that I was forced awake several times that night, and permanently at 4am, I had a great time. Despite the fact that I manage to leave the house twice a week for a couple of hours each, this was so so much different. It was out. It was great. It will most definitely happen again!
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Beach day, beach day....
Our first adventure at the beach this year. It certainly offers a whole different dynamic when you have two little 'uns to watch over...near water......near edible sand........near goose poop. On the plus side, this year Rohan LOVED being in the water (as opposed to years past when he preferred sitting on the beach and digging in the sand) as did Avery! Yay beach bum babies, it is going to be a super swell summer me thinks!!
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Bite me
Avery and I are sat on the couch, curled in the far corner, staring lovingly into each others eyes. He suckles contently on my teat, obtaining the liquid gold that sustained him in his infancy, soothes him, fills him, makes him sleepy, happy and chunky. This is the stuff that he lives for.
We sit there, contently on the couch, bonding over our ever so uncommon one on one time. His eyes squint a bit in a grin, his gums clamp down and he pulls with everything his little jaws have. Only after a high pitched screech sprays out of my mouth does he finally release his grip, staring right in my eye, offering a big, slobbery, cheeky grin.
He looks at my face, grin still enveloping his face, he looks over at my sore and tender nipple, than ever so gentle flicks it with a finger. Giggles escaping his gape mouth as he grabs as much breast as he can fit in his tiny fist, pulling with all his might until it finally reaches it ultimate destination, his wide open mouth.
Pure delight is spread across his face. Pure dread forms around mine. Above act is repeated. Then repeated again. He laughs (maniacally I can only assume). I tuck my throbbing mammary back into its padded hammock, swearing to my self that these antics will have to end once he starts sprouting teeth.
I may be nipple less by the end of this one.......
We sit there, contently on the couch, bonding over our ever so uncommon one on one time. His eyes squint a bit in a grin, his gums clamp down and he pulls with everything his little jaws have. Only after a high pitched screech sprays out of my mouth does he finally release his grip, staring right in my eye, offering a big, slobbery, cheeky grin.
He looks at my face, grin still enveloping his face, he looks over at my sore and tender nipple, than ever so gentle flicks it with a finger. Giggles escaping his gape mouth as he grabs as much breast as he can fit in his tiny fist, pulling with all his might until it finally reaches it ultimate destination, his wide open mouth.
I may be nipple less by the end of this one.......
Friday, June 3, 2011
Beet that
Some more newbies that my little monkey has tried. Man is he a crazy good eater, like a little bird, opening up his little beak..........C-U-T-I-E-- M-C-T-T-O-O-T-I-E
19. Apricot
20. Asparagus
21. Beets
22. broccoli
23. Quinoa
24. Raisins
The only food he has so far outright objected to has been avocado. I mean, I fed the kid such bitter veggies as swiss chard and kale, and it is the super yummy smooth avocado that he rejects. strange indeed.
There are also a few things I learned about feeding a baby beets. There is a good chance they will not like them at first (or ever for that matter). Beets doesn't totally dye his face, but he does seem a bit more red cheeked and jolly these days! Also, DO NOT PANIC, that is beets in his diaper, he is not bleeding out of his bum. That one can stop a heart beet...
19. Apricot
20. Asparagus
21. Beets
22. broccoli
23. Quinoa
24. Raisins
The only food he has so far outright objected to has been avocado. I mean, I fed the kid such bitter veggies as swiss chard and kale, and it is the super yummy smooth avocado that he rejects. strange indeed.
There are also a few things I learned about feeding a baby beets. There is a good chance they will not like them at first (or ever for that matter). Beets doesn't totally dye his face, but he does seem a bit more red cheeked and jolly these days! Also, DO NOT PANIC, that is beets in his diaper, he is not bleeding out of his bum. That one can stop a heart beet...
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