Last Christmas, Lucas was just six months old, thus he wasn't really aware of Santa and presents. Sure, the gift wrap was a hoot to play with, but he couldn't comprehend where the presents came from and why.
In previous posts, I mentioned the four sets of grandparents (and other extended family) that Lucas is lucky to have. Last year, Lucas had a gift from Santa at each house (including ours) as well as a stocking.
This year, he's a little more aware. As I was wrapping presents, he watched and waited, only to try and tear a piece off once complete. He thinks the tree is funny with all its lights and helped us decorate and sing songs.
Next year will be a critical year.
I'm of the mind that Santa should visit one house. Our house. On Christmas morning. I know this takes away a bit of the magic for our grandparents, but I'm also aware of how spoiled Lucas could be thinking Santa leaves a gift for him everywhere. A single Santa visit will be more than enough for Lucas and his grandparents (and family) can spoil him with gifts directly from them. And isn't that still a bit magical too?
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Snuggles
Motherhood brings anxiety and worry. However, I'm pretty open about the anxiety I suffered before I became a mom.
I remember it as far back as my early 20s, but it likely existed before that. I would feel sick on the subway on the way to work, having panic attacks before I knew what they were. Sometimes panic attacks would last for days, taking my appetite along with it. I started dropping weight, not because I was starving myself, but because my stomach would turn and I couldn't finish what was on my plate.
It got to a breaking point where I needed to seek out professional help of a counsellor and a dietitian to get me back on track. And every once in a while, if I find myself in the middle of an anxious moment, I also have medication that can calm me down.
I haven't taken a pill in more than two years and I think it's due to the snuggles.
This weekend, I found myself anxious again - probably worse than I've felt in a long time. Tonight as I put Lucas to bed, tears began to fall and Lucas could sense something wasn't right with me. He looked up at me with his big blue eyes and snuggled in even tighter. Lucas usually reaches for his bed, but tonight he stayed in my arms, his snuggles acting as the best medication of all.
How's that for modern medicine?
I remember it as far back as my early 20s, but it likely existed before that. I would feel sick on the subway on the way to work, having panic attacks before I knew what they were. Sometimes panic attacks would last for days, taking my appetite along with it. I started dropping weight, not because I was starving myself, but because my stomach would turn and I couldn't finish what was on my plate.
It got to a breaking point where I needed to seek out professional help of a counsellor and a dietitian to get me back on track. And every once in a while, if I find myself in the middle of an anxious moment, I also have medication that can calm me down.
I haven't taken a pill in more than two years and I think it's due to the snuggles.
This weekend, I found myself anxious again - probably worse than I've felt in a long time. Tonight as I put Lucas to bed, tears began to fall and Lucas could sense something wasn't right with me. He looked up at me with his big blue eyes and snuggled in even tighter. Lucas usually reaches for his bed, but tonight he stayed in my arms, his snuggles acting as the best medication of all.
How's that for modern medicine?
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
It's a World of Laughter, a World of Tears
We just returned from our second family trip to Disney and to sound cliche, it was magical.
Last year, Lucas was just a wee one so our day at the Magic Kingdom involved a lot of walking, some eating and the occasional ride on the train. This year, everything changed. Lucas was able to walk (or run) as well as enjoy many of the sights and sounds of Disney. And boy did he enjoy it, as did we seeing it through his eyes.
The most moving moment for me was when we embarked on the Disney classic ride, It's a Small World. It was almost 30 years ago, my grandma and grandpa took me to the Magic Kingdom and I took a ride through this world of wonder. Now I had Lucas on my lap, watching as he gazed at the moving dolls and clapped along with the song. Tears filled my eyes.
It's true that you really do experience things all over again when you see it through your child's eyes. I caught myself welling up with tears many times during our Disney adventure, all because seeing the pure joy on Lucas's face was almost too much for me to handle.
I can't wait till our trip next year.
Last year, Lucas was just a wee one so our day at the Magic Kingdom involved a lot of walking, some eating and the occasional ride on the train. This year, everything changed. Lucas was able to walk (or run) as well as enjoy many of the sights and sounds of Disney. And boy did he enjoy it, as did we seeing it through his eyes.
The most moving moment for me was when we embarked on the Disney classic ride, It's a Small World. It was almost 30 years ago, my grandma and grandpa took me to the Magic Kingdom and I took a ride through this world of wonder. Now I had Lucas on my lap, watching as he gazed at the moving dolls and clapped along with the song. Tears filled my eyes.
It's true that you really do experience things all over again when you see it through your child's eyes. I caught myself welling up with tears many times during our Disney adventure, all because seeing the pure joy on Lucas's face was almost too much for me to handle.
I can't wait till our trip next year.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
He's a Big Boy Now
Lucas has grown by leaps and bounds in the weeks since my last post.
His comprehension has improved greatly, nodding yes and shaking his head no to questions we ask him. Knowing where to go when asking for milk, running to his change table when we say it's time to change his diaper, and yes, crying or pitching a small fit when we deny him something he wants. I know many of my mommy friends said this, but it really is a relief when they finally start to understand you.
His walking is also less weebly wobbly and more steady steps.
He has taken to feeding himself. Sure, he would do this before with finger foods, but now he refuses help in spooning peas, cereal, soup or anything from a bowl. He must do it himself and whines if my fingers near his utensils.
And the best part of all, he's starting saying Mama. Not indiscriminately, but purposefully when he wants my attention or just a snuggle.
I caught myself looking back at photos from his first few days with us, growing slightly nostalgic for the tiny baby boy I held. Next thing I knew, Lucas had walked up to me and wrapped himself around my leg - and I was thankful for the little boy who now can hug me back.
His comprehension has improved greatly, nodding yes and shaking his head no to questions we ask him. Knowing where to go when asking for milk, running to his change table when we say it's time to change his diaper, and yes, crying or pitching a small fit when we deny him something he wants. I know many of my mommy friends said this, but it really is a relief when they finally start to understand you.
His walking is also less weebly wobbly and more steady steps.
He has taken to feeding himself. Sure, he would do this before with finger foods, but now he refuses help in spooning peas, cereal, soup or anything from a bowl. He must do it himself and whines if my fingers near his utensils.
And the best part of all, he's starting saying Mama. Not indiscriminately, but purposefully when he wants my attention or just a snuggle.
I caught myself looking back at photos from his first few days with us, growing slightly nostalgic for the tiny baby boy I held. Next thing I knew, Lucas had walked up to me and wrapped himself around my leg - and I was thankful for the little boy who now can hug me back.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
The Myth of Daycare Germs
I've got strep throat for the third time since Lucas started daycare and I returned to work.
Everyone warned us. Once Lucas was in daycare, we were going to be the sickest we have ever been - exposed to a whole host of germs.
There is a problem with this theory. My husband hasn't been sick once since Lucas started daycare. Every once in a while he's a little tired or achy, but he hasn't had to stay home from work.
Meanwhile, I'm on my third bout of strep, with a few cough/cold symptoms thrown in here or there for good measure. This is making me think that daycare is getting a bad rap.
I realized that I been in a cocoon for a year, spending most of my time with Lucas or my husband, with various infrequent visits with friends and family. But now I have returned to a hot bed of germs - the workplace. After working non-stop for almost 10 years, I regularly had fought off illnesses, but the year of maternity leave took me out of the circuit. All of a sudden, I'm back at square one.
Something to think about when blaming daycare for bringing home sickness - it's likely the person in the office next door that's to blame. I shake my fist at you!
Everyone warned us. Once Lucas was in daycare, we were going to be the sickest we have ever been - exposed to a whole host of germs.
There is a problem with this theory. My husband hasn't been sick once since Lucas started daycare. Every once in a while he's a little tired or achy, but he hasn't had to stay home from work.
Meanwhile, I'm on my third bout of strep, with a few cough/cold symptoms thrown in here or there for good measure. This is making me think that daycare is getting a bad rap.
I realized that I been in a cocoon for a year, spending most of my time with Lucas or my husband, with various infrequent visits with friends and family. But now I have returned to a hot bed of germs - the workplace. After working non-stop for almost 10 years, I regularly had fought off illnesses, but the year of maternity leave took me out of the circuit. All of a sudden, I'm back at square one.
Something to think about when blaming daycare for bringing home sickness - it's likely the person in the office next door that's to blame. I shake my fist at you!
Monday, August 30, 2010
Weebly Walker
It's been weeks since I posted - with good reason.
Lucas has started walking and for all the parents that read this blog, you'll know that means that I've started running.
New things are within reach. A new level of baby proofing, or should I say toddler proofing has begun. I can no longer safely type while he plays a few feet away.
He's also stronger, being able to lift items that should remain on the ground. Lucas is like He-Man. I just realized he won't know who He-Man is.
When he strings a series of steps together, tears come to my eyes. Tears of joy for the newest accomplishment and tears of sadness for my boy who is growing up. I realize that he isn't the baby I could snuggle in the crook of my arm, he's a big boy who walks and feeds himself. With a fork and spoon.
But he hasn't outgrown everything. He still likes his special good night song with a cuddle from Mommy. And hopefully that won't change anytime soon.
Lucas has started walking and for all the parents that read this blog, you'll know that means that I've started running.
New things are within reach. A new level of baby proofing, or should I say toddler proofing has begun. I can no longer safely type while he plays a few feet away.
He's also stronger, being able to lift items that should remain on the ground. Lucas is like He-Man. I just realized he won't know who He-Man is.
When he strings a series of steps together, tears come to my eyes. Tears of joy for the newest accomplishment and tears of sadness for my boy who is growing up. I realize that he isn't the baby I could snuggle in the crook of my arm, he's a big boy who walks and feeds himself. With a fork and spoon.
But he hasn't outgrown everything. He still likes his special good night song with a cuddle from Mommy. And hopefully that won't change anytime soon.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Date Night
Before Lucas was born, my husband and I would reserve Fridays as date night. We would either go out for dinner or order in (so no cooking!) and spend the time catching up on work or discussing things in our life together.
Once Lucas was born, date night all but disappeared. Sure, we still ordered in on Fridays, but that was usually followed by an early bedtime due to our baby wake-up calls. In the craziness of being parents, we lost sight of being a couple.
So this past Saturday, we had a date. Lucas' uncle came over to hold down the home front while the little man slept and we slipped out for a meal and a night of fun. It was dinner and a show at Memories of Japan - the show being the Teppanyaki chef. Then off to Cosmic Bowling where my DH had a turkey (three strikes in a row!).
It was amazing to get out of the house without a child on the hip and re-connect as adults, not parents. Now we just need to make sure it happens regularly.
Once Lucas was born, date night all but disappeared. Sure, we still ordered in on Fridays, but that was usually followed by an early bedtime due to our baby wake-up calls. In the craziness of being parents, we lost sight of being a couple.
So this past Saturday, we had a date. Lucas' uncle came over to hold down the home front while the little man slept and we slipped out for a meal and a night of fun. It was dinner and a show at Memories of Japan - the show being the Teppanyaki chef. Then off to Cosmic Bowling where my DH had a turkey (three strikes in a row!).
It was amazing to get out of the house without a child on the hip and re-connect as adults, not parents. Now we just need to make sure it happens regularly.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Still Learning
Tomorrow is my dad's birthday. Even though he's on the other side of the country in Vancouver, I know he is always thinking of Lucas. And of me.
I caught a cold during my first week of work. It was to be expected as Lucas got sick his first week in daycare and everyone warned us that we would be a sickly household until Lucas adjusted to the new germs.
So I had a fever, a head cold and lost my voice - quite the return to the office.
I spoke to my dad that weekend and he reminded me that I needed to take care of myself. I was no good to my co-workers, but especially to Lucas if I was ill. Besides me, he's raised twins so he knows of what he speaks. He told me to not let myself get run down, get enough rest and to avoid skipping meals.
I've tried to follow his advice, though lunch is a difficult concept during a busy day. And this weekend, where we found ourselves fighting another bug, we opted for a quiet weekend of playing indoors and napping. It seems to have done the trick.
Just goes to show that we never stop learning from our parents and I will never stop learning from my dad.
Happy birthday Grandpa!
I caught a cold during my first week of work. It was to be expected as Lucas got sick his first week in daycare and everyone warned us that we would be a sickly household until Lucas adjusted to the new germs.
So I had a fever, a head cold and lost my voice - quite the return to the office.
I spoke to my dad that weekend and he reminded me that I needed to take care of myself. I was no good to my co-workers, but especially to Lucas if I was ill. Besides me, he's raised twins so he knows of what he speaks. He told me to not let myself get run down, get enough rest and to avoid skipping meals.
I've tried to follow his advice, though lunch is a difficult concept during a busy day. And this weekend, where we found ourselves fighting another bug, we opted for a quiet weekend of playing indoors and napping. It seems to have done the trick.
Just goes to show that we never stop learning from our parents and I will never stop learning from my dad.
Happy birthday Grandpa!
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Whirlwind
Life is a whirlwind.
One major change since returning to work - minutes, hours and days seem to fly by. To be fair, there were days during my maternity leave that both dragged and whizzed by, but nothing like I am experiencing now.
It feels like everything is at a breakneck speed. I barely find time for lunch, similar to those early days with Lucas. I have to remind myself to eat, drink water, take a breath.
It's exhilarating. Re-establishing relationships, getting up to speed on projects and finding new opportunities to immerse myself in. I'm really enjoying being back at work, and I haven't felt any twinges of guilt (except the one time I picked up Lucas so close to 6 pm that he was the last one at daycare).
But I wouldn't complain if things slowed down just a bit. I'd like to eat.
One major change since returning to work - minutes, hours and days seem to fly by. To be fair, there were days during my maternity leave that both dragged and whizzed by, but nothing like I am experiencing now.
It feels like everything is at a breakneck speed. I barely find time for lunch, similar to those early days with Lucas. I have to remind myself to eat, drink water, take a breath.
It's exhilarating. Re-establishing relationships, getting up to speed on projects and finding new opportunities to immerse myself in. I'm really enjoying being back at work, and I haven't felt any twinges of guilt (except the one time I picked up Lucas so close to 6 pm that he was the last one at daycare).
But I wouldn't complain if things slowed down just a bit. I'd like to eat.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
365 Days
It was 365 days ago I was lying in a labour and delivery room at Women's College Hospital in Toronto. Lucas' arrival was imminent and I was scared.
I was scared about being in labour. I was scared about staying overnight in a hospital (I had never done that before). I was scared about how my life was going to change. I was scared about being a good mother. I was scared about this little life being put into my hands - to grow, nurture and love.
And then in the wee hours of June 28th, he arrived. More accurately, we went in and got him. He was beautiful - and big at 9 lbs. 1 oz. And he was all ours.
My fear went away when he was first put on my chest. When he snuggled in for a snooze after a rather dramatic entrance into the world.
Sometimes the fear creeps up on me. When we are having an especially hard day. When Lucas is sick or cranky or tired or hungry - or all of the above, which feels like the world is coming to an end.
And then he smiles, giggles, gives me a hug and a kiss and again the fear disappears.
Happy birthday to my little man - the best work I've ever produced.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
New Routines
Time has flown by. Ten days ago I was returning to my career and now maternity leave feels like a lifetime ago.
The most challenging part is finding a rhythm in a new routine.
If we are lucky enough to wake up before Lucas (and not wake him in our movement around the house), we hope to get showers in along with any other prep. If Lucas wakes up, our routine shifts again as he needs a change and a bottle, with one of us tending to him as the other gets ready.
Then if we are lucky enough to get out the door, who's dropping Lucas at daycare - made infinitely more difficult this week with my office in the G20 red zone and cautions about driving to work.
Fast forward to 5 pm. Picking up Lucas, getting him home, trying to have a family meal together without getting dangerously close to bedtime.
Sprinkle in Lucas getting sick, then me getting sick and it's been an interesting week and a half.
The most challenging part is finding a rhythm in a new routine.
If we are lucky enough to wake up before Lucas (and not wake him in our movement around the house), we hope to get showers in along with any other prep. If Lucas wakes up, our routine shifts again as he needs a change and a bottle, with one of us tending to him as the other gets ready.
Then if we are lucky enough to get out the door, who's dropping Lucas at daycare - made infinitely more difficult this week with my office in the G20 red zone and cautions about driving to work.
Fast forward to 5 pm. Picking up Lucas, getting him home, trying to have a family meal together without getting dangerously close to bedtime.
Sprinkle in Lucas getting sick, then me getting sick and it's been an interesting week and a half.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
And So It Ends...
Today is my last day of maternity leave. And Lucas has the croup.
I was expecting to feel different, but it feels like any other Sunday, even like those before I had Lucas.
I'm excited. I'm returning to a new role and am looking forward to working with a great team.
And I'm burnt out. Burnt out on maternity leave.
This past year has been one of new experiences, new challenges and new successes. Lucas is the greatest achievement I have ever had. But it's not over yet.
I'm hoping to keep the blog up to chronicle my experiences as I settle back into work, celebrate Lucas' first birthday and the ones that follow, as well as the many highs and lows we experiences as a family. Time is sure to be limited but I welcome this next phase.
P.S. Hedges between us and the bully neighbour are going up today. Another success.
I was expecting to feel different, but it feels like any other Sunday, even like those before I had Lucas.
I'm excited. I'm returning to a new role and am looking forward to working with a great team.
And I'm burnt out. Burnt out on maternity leave.
This past year has been one of new experiences, new challenges and new successes. Lucas is the greatest achievement I have ever had. But it's not over yet.
I'm hoping to keep the blog up to chronicle my experiences as I settle back into work, celebrate Lucas' first birthday and the ones that follow, as well as the many highs and lows we experiences as a family. Time is sure to be limited but I welcome this next phase.
P.S. Hedges between us and the bully neighbour are going up today. Another success.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
And So It Begins...
Lucas begins his transition into daycare tomorrow.
Part of me is excited for all of the adventures he will have and the friends he will make.
And there is a part of me that has been holding him just a little bit tighter this weekend, taking a few extra snuggles and kisses wherever I can.
I went to daycare as a kid and I loved it. I was an only child so the friends that I had there were so important to me. Lucas is so good-natured that I know he will adjust well. He's already begun to take to his teacher and is very comfortable in the playroom.
So what will I do this week as he transitions? I have a laundry list of things to do - which ironically does not include laundry.
First, select the menu and caterer for his birthday party at the end of the month. Stop by the office for a visit before I officially begin next week.
Painting and odd jobs around the house prepping it for sale.
A pedicure and eyebrow waxing (fascinating I know).
Clothes shopping - for me, not for him.
Finally to top it off, a facial and massage at the Elmwood. That's my treat.
I'm hoping to keep the blog up after I return to work, but I'm sure my time is going to be crunched. And spare moments with Lucas will take precedence.
PS - for those who saw my bully post regarding my neighbour, upon my last encounter with his two sons, they taunted and teased Lucas while he was making noises in his stroller. I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
Part of me is excited for all of the adventures he will have and the friends he will make.
And there is a part of me that has been holding him just a little bit tighter this weekend, taking a few extra snuggles and kisses wherever I can.
I went to daycare as a kid and I loved it. I was an only child so the friends that I had there were so important to me. Lucas is so good-natured that I know he will adjust well. He's already begun to take to his teacher and is very comfortable in the playroom.
So what will I do this week as he transitions? I have a laundry list of things to do - which ironically does not include laundry.
First, select the menu and caterer for his birthday party at the end of the month. Stop by the office for a visit before I officially begin next week.
Painting and odd jobs around the house prepping it for sale.
A pedicure and eyebrow waxing (fascinating I know).
Clothes shopping - for me, not for him.
Finally to top it off, a facial and massage at the Elmwood. That's my treat.
I'm hoping to keep the blog up after I return to work, but I'm sure my time is going to be crunched. And spare moments with Lucas will take precedence.
PS - for those who saw my bully post regarding my neighbour, upon my last encounter with his two sons, they taunted and teased Lucas while he was making noises in his stroller. I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Bullies of All Ages
We've been looking for a house. Our reasoning is mostly weighted on the fact that we've been in our current home five years and are ready for a change, in addition to more space. We've been patient in trying to find the right house, but there is a sense of urgency.
You see, our neighbour is a bully.
He is a gentleman who bought the house next to us about six months after we moved in. He rented it out for a short time, then decided that he was going to build his dream house for his family. We were very accomodating as he built his house from the ground up. I won't bore you with the details but needless to say, since they officially moved in last fall, our relationship with them has slowly deteriorated.
There have been countless threats to cause us problems with any work we'd like to do to our house, as well as general rudeness. It culminated this past weekend where said neighbour called my husband names and again threatened to get a lawyer and generally make our lives miserable.
Now, I'll make one thing clear. We aren't scared. We have resources at our disposal too, but haven't made threats or ultimatums. We've stayed on the high road.
But as I hear this man argue at the top of his lungs with his wife (we can hear them even when they are inside their house) as well as when he stands on his back lawn yelling and threatening my husband, I wonder what type of example he is setting for his young sons. That when you don't get your way, you need to yell and get in someone's face.
I worry he's breeding the next generation of bully. Boys that intimidate because they don't know any different.
There is no way I will allow Lucas to grow up next to that example.
You see, our neighbour is a bully.
He is a gentleman who bought the house next to us about six months after we moved in. He rented it out for a short time, then decided that he was going to build his dream house for his family. We were very accomodating as he built his house from the ground up. I won't bore you with the details but needless to say, since they officially moved in last fall, our relationship with them has slowly deteriorated.
There have been countless threats to cause us problems with any work we'd like to do to our house, as well as general rudeness. It culminated this past weekend where said neighbour called my husband names and again threatened to get a lawyer and generally make our lives miserable.
Now, I'll make one thing clear. We aren't scared. We have resources at our disposal too, but haven't made threats or ultimatums. We've stayed on the high road.
But as I hear this man argue at the top of his lungs with his wife (we can hear them even when they are inside their house) as well as when he stands on his back lawn yelling and threatening my husband, I wonder what type of example he is setting for his young sons. That when you don't get your way, you need to yell and get in someone's face.
I worry he's breeding the next generation of bully. Boys that intimidate because they don't know any different.
There is no way I will allow Lucas to grow up next to that example.
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Hallelujah!
We have found a daycare spot.
When Lucas was still in utero, we put ourselves on the waiting lists of two local daycares that provide infant care. Really, at least a year in advance has to mean we have a shot, right?
Wrong.
My return date to work is fast approaching and we were the next NEXT spot on our preferred daycare. So a back-up plan needed to be put into place.
We started to look into home daycare providers. At first, we were disappointed. Again, I will remind loyal readers that my mom has been in daycare for 30 years, so I was looking for a certain experience. We met some very lovely home daycare providers, however the experience that Lucas would have in their home left much to be desired from my perspective. With some, it didn't even look like kids were in the home on a regular basis.
But then a saviour came in the form of a mommy friend I met through Rainbow Songs. She had a space in a home daycare centre for her son in September and suggested I give them a call. The centre is in the preferred neighbourhood for our house hunt so it seemed ideal as we would avoid pulling Lucas out of familiar surroundings if we find a house.
I called Friday. They had a spot for June! Even better, we went for a tour on Saturday and were extremely pleased with what we found. The parent references provided gave us additional peace of mind and we're calling tomorrow to confirm the spot.
It's bittersweet but I can rest easy that Lucas will be in good hands. Hallelujah!
When Lucas was still in utero, we put ourselves on the waiting lists of two local daycares that provide infant care. Really, at least a year in advance has to mean we have a shot, right?
Wrong.
My return date to work is fast approaching and we were the next NEXT spot on our preferred daycare. So a back-up plan needed to be put into place.
We started to look into home daycare providers. At first, we were disappointed. Again, I will remind loyal readers that my mom has been in daycare for 30 years, so I was looking for a certain experience. We met some very lovely home daycare providers, however the experience that Lucas would have in their home left much to be desired from my perspective. With some, it didn't even look like kids were in the home on a regular basis.
But then a saviour came in the form of a mommy friend I met through Rainbow Songs. She had a space in a home daycare centre for her son in September and suggested I give them a call. The centre is in the preferred neighbourhood for our house hunt so it seemed ideal as we would avoid pulling Lucas out of familiar surroundings if we find a house.
I called Friday. They had a spot for June! Even better, we went for a tour on Saturday and were extremely pleased with what we found. The parent references provided gave us additional peace of mind and we're calling tomorrow to confirm the spot.
It's bittersweet but I can rest easy that Lucas will be in good hands. Hallelujah!
Friday, May 28, 2010
You Say Pretentious, I Say Smart?
In previous posts I mentioned that we have a rather large extended family. All of our parents are divorced, and now remarried with stepsiblings, half siblings, full siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins and great grandparents in the mix.
Lucas turned 11 months old today and his first birthday is fast approaching. When discussing his party, a small family gathering just isn't in the cards with our blended broods so we've decided to host an open house. Friends and family can stop by at their leisure, with our anchor being the all important cake moment.
My husband suggested we have it catered. On many levels, this is a good idea. As a Type A mommy, I run the risk of stressing myself out over all the details - food, decorations, beverages, cake etc. Having it catered allows me to enjoy my guests as well as revel in the miracle that graced our presence one year ago.
However, there is a little voice in my head. One that used to laugh at moms who would cater a one-year-old's birthday party. I mean, isn't that rather pretentious?
But now sitting on the other side, I see it as a godsend. And one that I will gladly take on, even if there are moms snickering behind my back.
Lucas turned 11 months old today and his first birthday is fast approaching. When discussing his party, a small family gathering just isn't in the cards with our blended broods so we've decided to host an open house. Friends and family can stop by at their leisure, with our anchor being the all important cake moment.
My husband suggested we have it catered. On many levels, this is a good idea. As a Type A mommy, I run the risk of stressing myself out over all the details - food, decorations, beverages, cake etc. Having it catered allows me to enjoy my guests as well as revel in the miracle that graced our presence one year ago.
However, there is a little voice in my head. One that used to laugh at moms who would cater a one-year-old's birthday party. I mean, isn't that rather pretentious?
But now sitting on the other side, I see it as a godsend. And one that I will gladly take on, even if there are moms snickering behind my back.
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Stupid People
Sometimes people are stupid.
Lucas has a great high chair from Graco. It can be attached to a booster seat (included) and then attached to a chair. We take it with us when Lucas has meals at his grandparents and for this weekend, we packed it up in the trunk to take to the cottage.
Knowing that the drive to Haliburton was going to be a challenge, we anticipated feeding Lucas dinner at our all important grocery stop. We chuckled as we put Lucas in his booster seat, safely in the trunk of the car.
As I was shopping inside, a gentleman approached my husband and asked if this is how Lucas rode in the car.
Honestly. I feel like this should be included in a SNL skit of Oh Really? with Seth and Amy.
My husband pointed out that we had the appropriate car seat in the back of the car to which the gentleman mentioned he wondered if it was a "new thing."
Yes, the newest thing is to put your infant in a booster high chair in the trunk of the car.
Honestly. Sometimes people are just stupid.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Magic Blanket - Update!
This past Saturday, I was on a mission. As previously mentioned, Lucas has chosen a certain Carter's blanket as his transitional object. It really is sweet to watch him suck his thumb and rub the blanket against his face, but we faced a dilemma: we only had one blanket of this kind.
My husband thought we would do fine with just one. Really? Having read my friend Nick's post on his blog about forgetting a beloved stuffed animal at daycare, I knew that one blanket was a recipe for disaster. It was sure to be left at home or at daycare in the rush of everyday life. So I needed to find more blankets.
Upon visiting the Carter's store in Richmond Hill, I found out that the certain pattern of our blanket (green one side, polka dot on the other) was discontinued. HOWEVER, they had the same design of blanket (double sided, 100% cotton), but in a different pattern (yellow striped one side, animals on the other). So I bought two.
Now what would Master Lucas say?
After washing one of the new blankets, I put it in his arms, replacing the green one that was desperately overdue for a wash. He immediately clasped it in his hand and rubbed it against his cheek. SUCCESS!
And it was on that day, I felt like a Mommy success.
Footnote: Lucas did notice the green one coming out of the dryer a couple of days later, looked down at the yellow one in confusion and started to crawl towards the laundry room. I quickly hid the green one and all was good again.
My husband thought we would do fine with just one. Really? Having read my friend Nick's post on his blog about forgetting a beloved stuffed animal at daycare, I knew that one blanket was a recipe for disaster. It was sure to be left at home or at daycare in the rush of everyday life. So I needed to find more blankets.
Upon visiting the Carter's store in Richmond Hill, I found out that the certain pattern of our blanket (green one side, polka dot on the other) was discontinued. HOWEVER, they had the same design of blanket (double sided, 100% cotton), but in a different pattern (yellow striped one side, animals on the other). So I bought two.
Now what would Master Lucas say?
After washing one of the new blankets, I put it in his arms, replacing the green one that was desperately overdue for a wash. He immediately clasped it in his hand and rubbed it against his cheek. SUCCESS!
And it was on that day, I felt like a Mommy success.
Footnote: Lucas did notice the green one coming out of the dryer a couple of days later, looked down at the yellow one in confusion and started to crawl towards the laundry room. I quickly hid the green one and all was good again.
Friday, May 14, 2010
One Month
The countdown continues. Today marks one month till I return to work from maternity leave.
I was in the office a few weeks ago, firming up details of my return. It was so good to see my colleagues and talk about topics that didn't include poopy diapers, mushy food and sleep schedules.
It got my juices flowing.
Then I think about the fact that Lucas will spent 10 hours of his day with someone else. It's heartbreaking.
Even though it's heartbreaking, it's also a relief. And for that I feel guilty. I will get a break from the feeding, changing, napping, singing etc. As much as I enjoy it, it's tiring, exhausting, draining - all of the above. Is it horrible that I'm looking forward to pouring my energy into something else for a change?
Lucas is by far my best work. Really, our best work. And he will always be the best but I am excited about a change of pace. It's very similar to the change of pace I was anticipating before maternity leave. But now I know what to expect.
I was in the office a few weeks ago, firming up details of my return. It was so good to see my colleagues and talk about topics that didn't include poopy diapers, mushy food and sleep schedules.
It got my juices flowing.
Then I think about the fact that Lucas will spent 10 hours of his day with someone else. It's heartbreaking.
Even though it's heartbreaking, it's also a relief. And for that I feel guilty. I will get a break from the feeding, changing, napping, singing etc. As much as I enjoy it, it's tiring, exhausting, draining - all of the above. Is it horrible that I'm looking forward to pouring my energy into something else for a change?
Lucas is by far my best work. Really, our best work. And he will always be the best but I am excited about a change of pace. It's very similar to the change of pace I was anticipating before maternity leave. But now I know what to expect.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Magic Blanket Ride
Some little known facts about me: I hate folding laundry and I hate putting away laundry. I will allow the laundry basket to sit on the floor of the rec room or the bedroom and rifle through it every day as needed. The wrinkle release setting on my dryer is my best friend, as is my drycleaner.
Since Lucas was born, I now have two additional loads of laundry a week. More laundry, more folding, more putting away. I'm pleased with myself if I'm able to at least fold it. Often laundry baskets are within Lucas' reach and have since become something that fascinates him.
Last week, he was rifling through the laundry basket (like mother, like son) and pulled out a blanket of his that I had recently washed. He immediately started rubbing the blanket against his cheek and sucking his thumb. This blanket remained on the floor as he played, but he would always come back to it, either stroking it or laying down on top of it, sucking his thumb.
This really shouldn't surprise me. My husband had a blanket that went everywhere with him as a toddler, and I had two. It's only natural that Lucas too would find comfort and solace in a blanket. And it is magic.
He's whining but put the blanket in his arms and he immediately soothes himself. He falls asleep with the blanket in his arms, with barely a whimper. Fussing? Blanket helps him calm down.
I wonder if it's this particular blanket (pictured) or if I would be able to substitute with a similar blanket. I will test this theory and get back to you.
Did I mention we only have one blanket of this kind? Trouble.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Happy Mother's Day!
Happy Mother's Day to all the moms out there. This being my first, it's already been a special day with my 10-month-old Lucas sleeping in (thank you!), a breakfast cooked by Daddy and Lucas (thank you!) and control over the remote (thank you!).
It truly is a special day.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Three Generations of Mothers
Lucas and I had a special errand this week. We sent Mother's Day cards to Lucas' four (yes, four) great grandmothers. He also has some step-great grandmothers, but again, I'll save that for another post.
Lucas is lucky enough to have three generations of mothers. Mother's Day upon us, it makes for a very special day.
This is my first official Mother's Day. This time last year, I was in the few final weeks of my pregnancy and this year, I get to celebrate with a hug and a kiss from my special guy. With this life change, Mother's Day too has changed.
I had a visit with my mom last week and she asked that we have brunch together on the Monday following Mother's Day. She said she realized it's time for her to step back and let my relationship with Lucas take precedence on Mother's Day. And I thought to myself, that's exactly what a mother would do, put her child before herself.
I don't know what is planned for Mother's Day. I'm taking a step back from planning and letting the day unfold with my two favourite guys. And maybe also with a glass or two of wine.
Lucas is lucky enough to have three generations of mothers. Mother's Day upon us, it makes for a very special day.
This is my first official Mother's Day. This time last year, I was in the few final weeks of my pregnancy and this year, I get to celebrate with a hug and a kiss from my special guy. With this life change, Mother's Day too has changed.
I had a visit with my mom last week and she asked that we have brunch together on the Monday following Mother's Day. She said she realized it's time for her to step back and let my relationship with Lucas take precedence on Mother's Day. And I thought to myself, that's exactly what a mother would do, put her child before herself.
I don't know what is planned for Mother's Day. I'm taking a step back from planning and letting the day unfold with my two favourite guys. And maybe also with a glass or two of wine.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Changing of the Guard
The weather has been so nice that Lucas and I have been taking some epic walks along the Danforth. Every other mother in my neighbourhood has also got the same idea as we pass by mother after mother pushing a stroller.
Many are new moms, indicated by the bucket car seat attached to their stroller. It reminds me of last summer, when I first ventured out of the house after Lucas' birth. I liken it to the changing of the guard.
Have you ever been on a resort vacation for 10 to 14 days? You meet people the first week, but inevitably they depart after seven days. You watch the next wave of folks coming in and walk around the resort, trying to figure out where everything is, how the restaurants work, what drinks to order, etc. You may even chat with some of them, but you know you're leaving in a few days, so your investment in making new friends is minimal.
I feel the same way when I see these new moms. I met some really great moms while I've been on maternity leave and some even turned into friends I hope stay in my life for some time. I see these new moms, just starting their adventure and I want to reach out and get to know them, but it's tough knowing that it will be for such a short time. And soon time will become even more limited when I return to work.
Selfishly, I want these last few weeks to just be Lucas and I (with my husband in the mix of course). And selfishly, I want to make sure to spend time with mom friends that it will get more difficult to find time to visit once life gets in the way.
Enjoy the next year ladies. It will go faster than you can even imagine.
Many are new moms, indicated by the bucket car seat attached to their stroller. It reminds me of last summer, when I first ventured out of the house after Lucas' birth. I liken it to the changing of the guard.
Have you ever been on a resort vacation for 10 to 14 days? You meet people the first week, but inevitably they depart after seven days. You watch the next wave of folks coming in and walk around the resort, trying to figure out where everything is, how the restaurants work, what drinks to order, etc. You may even chat with some of them, but you know you're leaving in a few days, so your investment in making new friends is minimal.
I feel the same way when I see these new moms. I met some really great moms while I've been on maternity leave and some even turned into friends I hope stay in my life for some time. I see these new moms, just starting their adventure and I want to reach out and get to know them, but it's tough knowing that it will be for such a short time. And soon time will become even more limited when I return to work.
Selfishly, I want these last few weeks to just be Lucas and I (with my husband in the mix of course). And selfishly, I want to make sure to spend time with mom friends that it will get more difficult to find time to visit once life gets in the way.
Enjoy the next year ladies. It will go faster than you can even imagine.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Daycare Dilemma
Let me preface this post by saying my mother works in daycare. She has my entire life and I truly believe she is the gold standard of early childhood educators. My mother has been the supervisor at three different centres but has returned to teaching as she really enjoys being with the kids.
I'm returning to work in June - and child care is becoming an urgent issue.
We put Lucas on waiting lists for two centres in our area before he was born and surprise, surprise, we still don't know if he has a spot. We're now looking into home care providers but my background knowledge of childcare through my mother really makes me quite picky.
Activities are important - not just playing with toys but experimenting with arts and crafts, improving cognitive skills, hand/eye coordination as well as language skills.
On the plus side, the cost savings are significant.
But I wonder about if we will put him into the right place for him - that will help him grow and develop the way we hope he will. That will provide him with direction and care and love.
And don't even get me started on the career mom guilt that is creeping up on me.
I'm returning to work in June - and child care is becoming an urgent issue.
We put Lucas on waiting lists for two centres in our area before he was born and surprise, surprise, we still don't know if he has a spot. We're now looking into home care providers but my background knowledge of childcare through my mother really makes me quite picky.
Activities are important - not just playing with toys but experimenting with arts and crafts, improving cognitive skills, hand/eye coordination as well as language skills.
On the plus side, the cost savings are significant.
But I wonder about if we will put him into the right place for him - that will help him grow and develop the way we hope he will. That will provide him with direction and care and love.
And don't even get me started on the career mom guilt that is creeping up on me.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
My Own Worst Critic
There was a time that I thought I had figured out what I would do when I was a mother.
And then I had Lucas and I learned that I am my own worst critic.
Lucas weaned himself at about 9 months. He had no interest in nursing, pushing me away but then gobbling down a bottle of formula when offered. Then I turned on myself. How could I not nurse him till he was at least a year? If he doesn't get breast milk anymore, am I failing him? I had to push these thoughts aside and put his needs ahead of my own desire to nurse him. Lucas was in jeopardy of not getting enough milk so onto formula we moved. And I felt a bit like a failure.
I make Lucas' food from scratch. I do get a sense of accomplishment in knowing that I'm providing for him, but I'm also convinced it's cheaper. A bag of apples makes A LOT of applesauce. But there have been times when we've been in transit, travelling where keeping homemade food refrigerated really isn't a possibility. So we turned to the jarred foods, sometimes feeding him only one selection just to ensure he eats when he's being picky. I admit it - again I felt like a failure.
Lucas has figured out how to stand and now pulls himself up on to everything. He woke up from a nap with a bruise on his temple. And I felt like a failure.
Maureen Turner, a blogger at Yummy Mummy Club recently wrote about how parents judge each other. In reading her post, that I am my own judge and jury. I critique how I raise Lucas every day, wondering if I'm meeting some impossibly high standard that I've conjured up in my own mind.
I have to take time to step back and realize that a jar of food is not the end of the world. Neither is the bruise or the bottle of formula.
Lucas is happy so I should be too.
And then I had Lucas and I learned that I am my own worst critic.
Lucas weaned himself at about 9 months. He had no interest in nursing, pushing me away but then gobbling down a bottle of formula when offered. Then I turned on myself. How could I not nurse him till he was at least a year? If he doesn't get breast milk anymore, am I failing him? I had to push these thoughts aside and put his needs ahead of my own desire to nurse him. Lucas was in jeopardy of not getting enough milk so onto formula we moved. And I felt a bit like a failure.
I make Lucas' food from scratch. I do get a sense of accomplishment in knowing that I'm providing for him, but I'm also convinced it's cheaper. A bag of apples makes A LOT of applesauce. But there have been times when we've been in transit, travelling where keeping homemade food refrigerated really isn't a possibility. So we turned to the jarred foods, sometimes feeding him only one selection just to ensure he eats when he's being picky. I admit it - again I felt like a failure.
Lucas has figured out how to stand and now pulls himself up on to everything. He woke up from a nap with a bruise on his temple. And I felt like a failure.
Maureen Turner, a blogger at Yummy Mummy Club recently wrote about how parents judge each other. In reading her post, that I am my own judge and jury. I critique how I raise Lucas every day, wondering if I'm meeting some impossibly high standard that I've conjured up in my own mind.
I have to take time to step back and realize that a jar of food is not the end of the world. Neither is the bruise or the bottle of formula.
Lucas is happy so I should be too.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Body Breakdown
I wasn't warned what would happen to my body after pregnancy.
I'm not talking about stretch marks or baby weight - I knew those were coming.
I'm talking about the aftermath of growing another person inside of you.
My knees and hips are not the same - a long walk, even with my insoles leaves my knees and hips sore.
Something is up with my kidneys - undergoing a battery of tests to figure it out. Not worried - yet.
My migraines have worsened.
Muscles in my shoulders and back are always in knots. It may be time for another massage.
I seem to have developed some allergies. Seeing an allergist this week to determine if my previous "no allergies" status has come to an end.
My eyesight has worsened.
I feel like my body took an incredible toll, with energy, nutrients and support in growing Lucas, and now that he's out, it's been left in a rundown, ragged state.
He's completely worth it.
I'm not talking about stretch marks or baby weight - I knew those were coming.
I'm talking about the aftermath of growing another person inside of you.
My knees and hips are not the same - a long walk, even with my insoles leaves my knees and hips sore.
Something is up with my kidneys - undergoing a battery of tests to figure it out. Not worried - yet.
My migraines have worsened.
Muscles in my shoulders and back are always in knots. It may be time for another massage.
I seem to have developed some allergies. Seeing an allergist this week to determine if my previous "no allergies" status has come to an end.
My eyesight has worsened.
I feel like my body took an incredible toll, with energy, nutrients and support in growing Lucas, and now that he's out, it's been left in a rundown, ragged state.
He's completely worth it.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Baby Tunes Playlist
On my way to the dentist this morning, I tapped the Baby Tunes playlist on my iPhone - this is the compilation I made to listen to while in labour at the hospital. I liken it to Barney Stinson's 'Get Psyched' mix from How I Met Your Mother. I wanted to listen to happy, high energy tunes while bringing Lucas into the world. The funny thing is listening to this mix this morning, it struck me that many of the songs I added were very ironic. Take a look:
Stronger - Kanye West (cause labour won't kill me, but make me stronger)
What Am I Doing Here - Blue Rodeo (what did I get myself into?)
Hasn't Hit Me Yet - Blue Rodeo (self-explanatory)
Baby I Love Your Way - Big Mountain AND Peter Frampton versions
We'll Be Together - Sting (kept me going till the end)
Bigger Than My Body - John Mayer (again self-explanatory)
In the hours we waited for labour to pick up, these songs really grounded me (as well as energized me for the journey ahead). I know many women need calming, soothing music, but I needed to sing and GET PSYCHED.
However, I'm sure my husband could've used some calming, soothing music when I passed out after a muscle relaxant injection. I had such vivid dreams of being at Cheers (where everyone knows your name) and having my first post-baby pint of Strongbow. But I'll save that for another post.
Stronger - Kanye West (cause labour won't kill me, but make me stronger)
What Am I Doing Here - Blue Rodeo (what did I get myself into?)
Hasn't Hit Me Yet - Blue Rodeo (self-explanatory)
Baby I Love Your Way - Big Mountain AND Peter Frampton versions
We'll Be Together - Sting (kept me going till the end)
Bigger Than My Body - John Mayer (again self-explanatory)
In the hours we waited for labour to pick up, these songs really grounded me (as well as energized me for the journey ahead). I know many women need calming, soothing music, but I needed to sing and GET PSYCHED.
However, I'm sure my husband could've used some calming, soothing music when I passed out after a muscle relaxant injection. I had such vivid dreams of being at Cheers (where everyone knows your name) and having my first post-baby pint of Strongbow. But I'll save that for another post.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Fuddy Duddy
Travelling with Lucas is a whole new experience. The thing that became most evident to me on this trip is that I have become a fuddy duddy.
Earlier in the week, the Tennessee High School Band Education Association was holding their state championship at the convention centre attached to the hotel. Imagine hundreds of teenagers descending on the hotel, running around the halls, blocking sidewalks and generally up to no good. First, where were the chaperones? I remember on my high school trips, we would all be on the same floor and our teachers would walk the halls. Second, because Nashville has a juvenile curfew (excellent), the teenagers had nothing to do but loiter in the hallways. Sorry 16 year old girl, your boyfriend that you are saying 'I love you' to while chatting on your cell in the hallway really doesn't love you. He's just saying that to get to second base (or more).
I called security since it was past 10 pm and they didn't show signs of calming down. Security came upstairs and the fun stopped. Fuddy duddy. Buzzkill. Call it what you want but I have an early wake-up call and need my sleep.
Then last night, there was a rowdy bunch in the room joined to ours. Adjoining doors are not great sound barriers. It started in the afternoon and we had reprieves every time they went out. After we had put Lucas down at 7:30, they started again, then finally went out to the bars. Fast forward to 3 am when they returned and we were woken by their conversations (that we could hear word for word y'all).
After 30 minutes or so and two calls to the front desk, security finally emerged to tell them to shut up and back to sleep we went. Fuddy Duddy. Buzzkill. Killjoy. I DON'T CARE. If you wake me or my boy, you face my wrath.
Lucas woke up at 6 am and has been loudly laughing, chatting and whining all morning. Do we feel bad? Nope.
Karma.
Earlier in the week, the Tennessee High School Band Education Association was holding their state championship at the convention centre attached to the hotel. Imagine hundreds of teenagers descending on the hotel, running around the halls, blocking sidewalks and generally up to no good. First, where were the chaperones? I remember on my high school trips, we would all be on the same floor and our teachers would walk the halls. Second, because Nashville has a juvenile curfew (excellent), the teenagers had nothing to do but loiter in the hallways. Sorry 16 year old girl, your boyfriend that you are saying 'I love you' to while chatting on your cell in the hallway really doesn't love you. He's just saying that to get to second base (or more).
I called security since it was past 10 pm and they didn't show signs of calming down. Security came upstairs and the fun stopped. Fuddy duddy. Buzzkill. Call it what you want but I have an early wake-up call and need my sleep.
Then last night, there was a rowdy bunch in the room joined to ours. Adjoining doors are not great sound barriers. It started in the afternoon and we had reprieves every time they went out. After we had put Lucas down at 7:30, they started again, then finally went out to the bars. Fast forward to 3 am when they returned and we were woken by their conversations (that we could hear word for word y'all).
After 30 minutes or so and two calls to the front desk, security finally emerged to tell them to shut up and back to sleep we went. Fuddy Duddy. Buzzkill. Killjoy. I DON'T CARE. If you wake me or my boy, you face my wrath.
Lucas woke up at 6 am and has been loudly laughing, chatting and whining all morning. Do we feel bad? Nope.
Karma.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Bumps
Lucas is crawling as well as pulling himself up on his knees by grabbing onto pieces of furniture. Sure, he's bumped himself several times, but nothing that a quick kiss hasn't made better.
We were at a friend's house about a week ago, visiting them and their new baby when Lucas pulled himself up on their coffee table. I was behind him, loosely holding him steady as he stood up reaching for a magazine. In the blink of an eye he slipped and bumped his chin, resulting in biting his tongue and a little blood.
Before you pick up the phone to call children's services, this was his first true injury, blood and all, and a few minutes later was happy as can be, playing with his toys.
Fast forward to this week on the road, with a vast hotel room for him to explore. As he held onto the side of the bed, trying to pull himself up, again he slipped, bumping his forehead on the bed frame (thankfully cushioned by a bed skirt). The faintest of bruises appeared but a little ice and there is no trace.
Again, please refrain from calling children's services. I do watch him and he's had his share of bumps. But why is it always that the bumps he takes when out and about are always worse? It's like a badge to notify everyone that you are a bad parent, when it rarely, if ever, happens at home.
I am a good parent. Truly, I am.
We were at a friend's house about a week ago, visiting them and their new baby when Lucas pulled himself up on their coffee table. I was behind him, loosely holding him steady as he stood up reaching for a magazine. In the blink of an eye he slipped and bumped his chin, resulting in biting his tongue and a little blood.
Before you pick up the phone to call children's services, this was his first true injury, blood and all, and a few minutes later was happy as can be, playing with his toys.
Fast forward to this week on the road, with a vast hotel room for him to explore. As he held onto the side of the bed, trying to pull himself up, again he slipped, bumping his forehead on the bed frame (thankfully cushioned by a bed skirt). The faintest of bruises appeared but a little ice and there is no trace.
Again, please refrain from calling children's services. I do watch him and he's had his share of bumps. But why is it always that the bumps he takes when out and about are always worse? It's like a badge to notify everyone that you are a bad parent, when it rarely, if ever, happens at home.
I am a good parent. Truly, I am.
Friday, April 16, 2010
No Solicitors, No Junk Mail
There has been some debate on Twitter about mom bloggers being paid for their reviews or something of the like. I'm not really going to debate whether this is right or wrong, but it has got me thinking about any potential solicitations I may receive.
Full disclosure: I work in public relations. In fact, the agency I work for is very active in the social media space. I started a blog and now I am also a member, however loosely, of this group of "mommy bloggers" (I know some hate the term - please forgive?).
So what happens if I receive an offer to review a product, or participate in a service/event? What if I receive this offer from a competitive agency or from a company that is a competitor of one of my clients? Now, I'm not sure my blog is the target market for anyone out there, but seeing as I work in the industry, how should I handle an offer?
I've simplified it. I will decline all offers. Any product/brand/service/event I blog about will be because I simply love/hate it without prompting from anyone. Then those that know me will know I'm not promoting a client's brand because I have a soapbox/blog or because I was given something for free to test out.
I will simply pass along any offers I receive to the other great bloggers I follow - and there are many. And I look forward to what they have to say.
Full disclosure: I work in public relations. In fact, the agency I work for is very active in the social media space. I started a blog and now I am also a member, however loosely, of this group of "mommy bloggers" (I know some hate the term - please forgive?).
So what happens if I receive an offer to review a product, or participate in a service/event? What if I receive this offer from a competitive agency or from a company that is a competitor of one of my clients? Now, I'm not sure my blog is the target market for anyone out there, but seeing as I work in the industry, how should I handle an offer?
I've simplified it. I will decline all offers. Any product/brand/service/event I blog about will be because I simply love/hate it without prompting from anyone. Then those that know me will know I'm not promoting a client's brand because I have a soapbox/blog or because I was given something for free to test out.
I will simply pass along any offers I receive to the other great bloggers I follow - and there are many. And I look forward to what they have to say.
I Did the Math
I was avoiding it like the plague, but I needed to sort out how much time is left before I go back to work. A quick glance at the calendar shows it as roughly seven weeks, give or take a few days.
Sigh.
And those seven weeks are jammed packed with doctor and dentist appointments, play dates, Rainbow Songs and meetings to discuss my return to work.
I am excited about getting my professional life up and running again, yet it's hard to imagine not discovering things with Lucas all day, every day.
Seven weeks.
Sigh.
Sigh.
And those seven weeks are jammed packed with doctor and dentist appointments, play dates, Rainbow Songs and meetings to discuss my return to work.
I am excited about getting my professional life up and running again, yet it's hard to imagine not discovering things with Lucas all day, every day.
Seven weeks.
Sigh.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
House Hunt Update - Schools
Still no dream house on the horizon, but we've narrowed down our neighbourhood and now just need a house to pop up. Another criteria has been added to our list, again reminding me just how much times have changed - school district.
As we look at schools, I've consulted some of my close friends who are teachers to determine how we should view EQAO testing. Sure, we want to know that our local school has good academic standing, but how much should these scores factor in?
A couple friends have noted that socio-economic situations also can affect scores. Often times in certain neighbourhoods, you have a majority of parents that have been university educated, who work standard work hours, or can afford tutors, and can spend additional time helping their kids with homework. In many Toronto neighbourhoods, English isn't the first language spoken at home, parents work shift work (or maybe even two jobs) therefore may not be able to provide as much help. These types of situations do not show themselves in test scores. I understand how important it is to ensure that kids are learning at a certain rate etc. but with our multicultural society, are we also setting up some schools/neighbourhoods to fail, when they really are doing the best they can?
This is just broad strokes folks. I have not done a lot of reading or research on the topic and I'm not trying to take a political stance on whether standardized testing is good or bad - really, I'm more working through the thought process as I come to understand it from a parent's point of view.
As we look at schools, I've consulted some of my close friends who are teachers to determine how we should view EQAO testing. Sure, we want to know that our local school has good academic standing, but how much should these scores factor in?
A couple friends have noted that socio-economic situations also can affect scores. Often times in certain neighbourhoods, you have a majority of parents that have been university educated, who work standard work hours, or can afford tutors, and can spend additional time helping their kids with homework. In many Toronto neighbourhoods, English isn't the first language spoken at home, parents work shift work (or maybe even two jobs) therefore may not be able to provide as much help. These types of situations do not show themselves in test scores. I understand how important it is to ensure that kids are learning at a certain rate etc. but with our multicultural society, are we also setting up some schools/neighbourhoods to fail, when they really are doing the best they can?
This is just broad strokes folks. I have not done a lot of reading or research on the topic and I'm not trying to take a political stance on whether standardized testing is good or bad - really, I'm more working through the thought process as I come to understand it from a parent's point of view.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
On the Road Again
We've travelled quite a bit with Lucas. We've gone to Orlando (yes, Disney World!), Ottawa (twice), London and the cottage in Haliburton. When he was younger, and only nursing, bagging his bag was simpler.
Today I found myself unable to pack all of Lucas' things into the same bag. Now I need to pack his favourite snack (Mum Mums), a small amount of jarred baby food (just in case it's not easily accessible where we're staying), a tin of formula, then his clothes, diapers (yes, we pack those too), first aid kit, bibs, etc. This is the first time we're flying since Lucas started on solids and formula - and believe me, I'm not bringing enough food to last us the trip. Since he can now feed himself, we have a few more options if we dine out - plain chicken breast cut up into little pieces please.
I'm sure this experience will change how I pack for the next trip - but I feel like I just figured out how best to travel with the little guy and he changed it up again. Mind you, but the time we hit Disney again in November, everything will have changed again.
Keeps me guessing. And tired.
Today I found myself unable to pack all of Lucas' things into the same bag. Now I need to pack his favourite snack (Mum Mums), a small amount of jarred baby food (just in case it's not easily accessible where we're staying), a tin of formula, then his clothes, diapers (yes, we pack those too), first aid kit, bibs, etc. This is the first time we're flying since Lucas started on solids and formula - and believe me, I'm not bringing enough food to last us the trip. Since he can now feed himself, we have a few more options if we dine out - plain chicken breast cut up into little pieces please.
I'm sure this experience will change how I pack for the next trip - but I feel like I just figured out how best to travel with the little guy and he changed it up again. Mind you, but the time we hit Disney again in November, everything will have changed again.
Keeps me guessing. And tired.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Nine Months On, Nine Months Off
I read that it takes as long to shed the baby weight as it does to put it on. And that nursing will help lose weight. In my case, this seems to be true but I think there is another factor.
I forget to eat. The little man goes down for his nap and I start on the long to do list of things I want to get down while he's asleep. Work out, laundry, a blog post, respond to email, nap...the list goes on and on. Often eating falls to the bottom of the list. I look up and it's 2:30 and Lucas is rousing from his nap, yet I haven't eaten anything.
I'm waiting to hit the wall. I know I can't go on like this. And the adage "sleep when your baby sleeps" doesn't really translate well to eating.
Maybe I need to spend a day on the weekend preparing snacks for the week, similar to how I prepare Lucas' meals for the week.
Or maybe I should get an IV?
I forget to eat. The little man goes down for his nap and I start on the long to do list of things I want to get down while he's asleep. Work out, laundry, a blog post, respond to email, nap...the list goes on and on. Often eating falls to the bottom of the list. I look up and it's 2:30 and Lucas is rousing from his nap, yet I haven't eaten anything.
I'm waiting to hit the wall. I know I can't go on like this. And the adage "sleep when your baby sleeps" doesn't really translate well to eating.
Maybe I need to spend a day on the weekend preparing snacks for the week, similar to how I prepare Lucas' meals for the week.
Or maybe I should get an IV?
Friday, April 9, 2010
Avoiding the Countdown
For the past few weeks, I have been avoiding the calendar. I haven't wanted to see how many weeks were left of my maternity leave and my time with Lucas. When people ask when I am returning to work, I say "June" which in my mind is three months away.
But I know it's a lot closer than that. I know that it's likely as many weeks as I have fingers on both hands (but I don't know for sure - not counting down!). Don't get me wrong, I am looking forward to resuming the adult portion of my life, but I can't imagine only seeing Lucas' face for an hour or so in the morning and maybe a couple of hours at night. And what will my little boy do without me?
Today, I spent the morning with my colleagues at our "retreat," leaving Lucas with one of his lovely grandparents. The time was valuable for me to reconnect to my professional self and envision rejoining my team.
And guess what? Lucas didn't miss me. He had a grand old time crawling, playing, eating and napping. When I walked back in the door, he was more interested in our cleaning lady. Later in the afternoon, he was crawling over to me, snuggling up while sucking his thumb, showing how much he missed me.
I should be relieved that I have a boy that adjusts so well to us leaving him for a while. Hopefully it means the transition to daycare will be smooth. But can't he just miss me a little?
But I know it's a lot closer than that. I know that it's likely as many weeks as I have fingers on both hands (but I don't know for sure - not counting down!). Don't get me wrong, I am looking forward to resuming the adult portion of my life, but I can't imagine only seeing Lucas' face for an hour or so in the morning and maybe a couple of hours at night. And what will my little boy do without me?
Today, I spent the morning with my colleagues at our "retreat," leaving Lucas with one of his lovely grandparents. The time was valuable for me to reconnect to my professional self and envision rejoining my team.
And guess what? Lucas didn't miss me. He had a grand old time crawling, playing, eating and napping. When I walked back in the door, he was more interested in our cleaning lady. Later in the afternoon, he was crawling over to me, snuggling up while sucking his thumb, showing how much he missed me.
I should be relieved that I have a boy that adjusts so well to us leaving him for a while. Hopefully it means the transition to daycare will be smooth. But can't he just miss me a little?
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Suddenly Sensitive
Since the beginning of my pregnancy, I have become more sensitive to the things that I read, listen to and watch. I would cry at the sad little salt shaker who is out the rain, left off the family's dinner table. Certain songs would make me teary-eyed and I had to put down certain books if they had children being neglected or violence of any kind. My viewing/reading/listening habits have become light and puffy. Sure, I've always loved a good chick lit novel, but now, it's all I can stand to consume.
Now, I should preface this by saying that I've become more prone to anxiety in my adult life - and the weirdest things can cause a bit of a panic or anxious state. But I've never had such a 180 degree turn than I have had in the last 18 months. I no longer watch 24 or any TV show of a violent nature (likely a blessing). Movies are the same - only lighter, comedic fare seems to settle well with me. I've eliminated any "blue" music from my iPod (think David Gray etc.). When I'm reading, if it's not parenting books of some sort, then it's the aforementioned chick lit.
I'm sensitive to a child crying on TV - and am instantly disturbed and turned off of whatever I'm watching if this happens. I often have to leave the room. Early on in my pregnancy, I couldn't even get through Wall-E without a panic attack. At that point, my hormones were still bouncing off the walls, but I find it really hasn't calmed down since Lucas was born. A few other mothers I've talked to have experienced this same sensitivity, but I'm starting to wonder if I'm just a suck.
But that damned salt shaker gets me every time.
Now, I should preface this by saying that I've become more prone to anxiety in my adult life - and the weirdest things can cause a bit of a panic or anxious state. But I've never had such a 180 degree turn than I have had in the last 18 months. I no longer watch 24 or any TV show of a violent nature (likely a blessing). Movies are the same - only lighter, comedic fare seems to settle well with me. I've eliminated any "blue" music from my iPod (think David Gray etc.). When I'm reading, if it's not parenting books of some sort, then it's the aforementioned chick lit.
I'm sensitive to a child crying on TV - and am instantly disturbed and turned off of whatever I'm watching if this happens. I often have to leave the room. Early on in my pregnancy, I couldn't even get through Wall-E without a panic attack. At that point, my hormones were still bouncing off the walls, but I find it really hasn't calmed down since Lucas was born. A few other mothers I've talked to have experienced this same sensitivity, but I'm starting to wonder if I'm just a suck.
But that damned salt shaker gets me every time.
Long Live the Siesta
I have become a napper. I try and sneak in at least 15 minutes in the afternoon, only so I can function through the evening. When I don't nap, I'm cranky. I really don't know how I'm going to survive when I return to work and have to abandon my afternoon nap.
I think the Europeans have it right. At 3 p.m. everything should shut down so everyone can have a little snooze. I always find myself more perky and alert after some shut eye - imagine how productivity would increase, revenue would shoot up and morale would be high.
The Siesta. It should be a thing. At least on this side of the pond.
I think the Europeans have it right. At 3 p.m. everything should shut down so everyone can have a little snooze. I always find myself more perky and alert after some shut eye - imagine how productivity would increase, revenue would shoot up and morale would be high.
The Siesta. It should be a thing. At least on this side of the pond.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Turf?
I was out for a walk with Lucas at the end of last week and passed by a school in my neighbourhood. I was surprised to see lawn signs in the school yard - promoting the installation of TURF! Yes, this school yard had turf installed instead of grass. And I'm not talking about the fancy FieldTurf you find on CFL football fields - it looked like that fake green grass that my grandma had on her back deck in Kapuskasing. You know the stuff.
What's happened to grass? Have school boards decided that it's better to install turf than have a custodian tend to the grass? I know many in the city are worried about disappearing green space, but I'm pretty sure that doesn't mean fake green space.
I feel like I'm taking crazy pills.
What's happened to grass? Have school boards decided that it's better to install turf than have a custodian tend to the grass? I know many in the city are worried about disappearing green space, but I'm pretty sure that doesn't mean fake green space.
I feel like I'm taking crazy pills.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Don't Mess with the Schedule
Having been attached to a Blackberry for much of my career, I am no stranger to schedules, calendars and appointments. But nothing prepared me for Lucas' schedule and how we will move heaven and earth to ensure his routine isn't disrupted.
Any class/activity that Lucas and I participate in must work with his nap schedule. We have become early bird diners, often dining out at 5 p.m. to accomodate Lucas' bedtime routine. Visits/appointments must fall in between nap times and we'll decline different invitations if it won't work for Lucas.
Some folks must think we're nuts. But when you figure out a routine, especially if your baby is napping regularly and sleeping through the night, you don't want to mess with it. When you change up the routine for a special occasion/guest, it can throw the next few days out of whack. Though I care deeply about those special occastions/guests, I have to weigh my sanity and sleep very carefully, as I am the one dealing with the ramifications of that screwed up schedule.
So if we ever decline an invitation, or are unable to accomodate a visit, please don't take it personally. We now have to put this little person's needs ahead of our own needs/wants. And my boy needs sleep. As do I.
Any class/activity that Lucas and I participate in must work with his nap schedule. We have become early bird diners, often dining out at 5 p.m. to accomodate Lucas' bedtime routine. Visits/appointments must fall in between nap times and we'll decline different invitations if it won't work for Lucas.
Some folks must think we're nuts. But when you figure out a routine, especially if your baby is napping regularly and sleeping through the night, you don't want to mess with it. When you change up the routine for a special occasion/guest, it can throw the next few days out of whack. Though I care deeply about those special occastions/guests, I have to weigh my sanity and sleep very carefully, as I am the one dealing with the ramifications of that screwed up schedule.
So if we ever decline an invitation, or are unable to accomodate a visit, please don't take it personally. We now have to put this little person's needs ahead of our own needs/wants. And my boy needs sleep. As do I.
The Motherhood Connection
Ever since Lucas was born, my social network has increased. It's something about motherhood that makes us feel universally connected to one another. I've resurrected friendships from the past over stories of our babies and development, made new friends through baby classes and found great resources via Facebook, Twitter and mom sites like Yummy Mummy Club and Urbanmoms. Even though I haven't met some of these amazing moms, I feel like they are my back-up, my go to guide when Lucas is giving me a particularly rough time.
I even started up my own Facebook group so these moms could chat with each other and benefit from another's experience. This really started as questions posted in my status update that morphed into a group where any mom can post a question. It's amazing that when I find out someone is mom, I'm instantly open to sharing so much of my life. It's a common link of some sort.
I'm happiest about how motherhood has brought people back into my life. It's inevitable that with time and space, people can drift in and out of your life. Since Lucas was born, I've had the opportunity to re-connect with old friends who are now new moms - and they have turned into cherished friendships. For this, I am most thankful. I'm always up for a beverage on a patio with strollers...
I even started up my own Facebook group so these moms could chat with each other and benefit from another's experience. This really started as questions posted in my status update that morphed into a group where any mom can post a question. It's amazing that when I find out someone is mom, I'm instantly open to sharing so much of my life. It's a common link of some sort.
I'm happiest about how motherhood has brought people back into my life. It's inevitable that with time and space, people can drift in and out of your life. Since Lucas was born, I've had the opportunity to re-connect with old friends who are now new moms - and they have turned into cherished friendships. For this, I am most thankful. I'm always up for a beverage on a patio with strollers...
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Exhausted
We're finally home after Easter celebrations with two sides of the family. As kids of blended families, we're used to having several celebrations around holidays, but today was especially rough.
Lucas woke up at 10:30 last night and wouldn't go back to sleep for about an hour. Repeat this scenario at 2 a.m. Though we didn't do co-sleeping when Lucas was a baby (to be honest, I didn't know much about it to determine if it was something we wanted to do), I brought Lucas into our bed to see if it would calm him down long enough to eventually be transferred to his own bed. Though he snuggled for a bit, he just loved being near us and was close to kicking my husband out of bed.
He did eventually succumb to sleep, but the damage was done. We've been walking zombies all day. Lucas usually is a great sleeper, so the odd off night really turns us upside down. I'm guessing it's a combination of growth spurt and teething - nothing that a shot of whiskey before bed won't cure. For me, not Lucas :)
Lucas woke up at 10:30 last night and wouldn't go back to sleep for about an hour. Repeat this scenario at 2 a.m. Though we didn't do co-sleeping when Lucas was a baby (to be honest, I didn't know much about it to determine if it was something we wanted to do), I brought Lucas into our bed to see if it would calm him down long enough to eventually be transferred to his own bed. Though he snuggled for a bit, he just loved being near us and was close to kicking my husband out of bed.
He did eventually succumb to sleep, but the damage was done. We've been walking zombies all day. Lucas usually is a great sleeper, so the odd off night really turns us upside down. I'm guessing it's a combination of growth spurt and teething - nothing that a shot of whiskey before bed won't cure. For me, not Lucas :)
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Does 11 p.m. Exist?
There was a time when I would be getting ready to go out at 10 p.m. There was a time when I didn't go to a bar before 10:30 p.m. unless you wanted to be the first to arrive. There was time when I would see the clock strike 2 a.m. because that's the time I was getting home.
In my post-baby life, I am often in bed at 10 p.m. I'm not necessarily asleep but tweeting or on Facebook from my iPhone - however, I have brushed my teeth and am just minutes from lights out. I still see 2 a.m. but only if Lucas experiences an abrupt wake-up and needs some snuggle time before going back to sleep.
We recently had a baby-free night out with friends as Lucas had a sleepover at one of his aforementioned grandparents' house. We had a lovely dinner and went for a drink post-meal. After one martini at Fazooli's with the drowning techno beats, I was ready for home. We couldn't hear the people we were with, and since I missed an afternoon nap, I was fading quickly.
I truly don't know how I used to have the energy to go out all weekend and at all hours. It seems like a lifetime ago and now I have to rest up to go the distance on those rare occasions we escape the parent hood. Is this is what they call the Carlsberg years?
In my post-baby life, I am often in bed at 10 p.m. I'm not necessarily asleep but tweeting or on Facebook from my iPhone - however, I have brushed my teeth and am just minutes from lights out. I still see 2 a.m. but only if Lucas experiences an abrupt wake-up and needs some snuggle time before going back to sleep.
We recently had a baby-free night out with friends as Lucas had a sleepover at one of his aforementioned grandparents' house. We had a lovely dinner and went for a drink post-meal. After one martini at Fazooli's with the drowning techno beats, I was ready for home. We couldn't hear the people we were with, and since I missed an afternoon nap, I was fading quickly.
I truly don't know how I used to have the energy to go out all weekend and at all hours. It seems like a lifetime ago and now I have to rest up to go the distance on those rare occasions we escape the parent hood. Is this is what they call the Carlsberg years?
House Hunt - Baby Edition
We're looking for a new house - not "new" but new to us. We've been in our current home for almost five years and after sourcing out costs for a major renovation to expand our living area, we've determined it's more efficient and cost-effective for us to sell up. Lucas was a major factor in this decision as we would have had to move out for 4-6 months, in the midst of him starting daycare and me going back to work.
It's amazing how my focus during house hunting has changed from five years ago. I suddenly see kitchens or rooms that are poorly organized for a baby/toddler. The wine rack in the island is beautiful, but all I can envision is little hands grabbing and smashing bottles. The floating staircase is gorgeous, but where will I attach a baby gate? The walk-in closet/ensuite in the master is fantastic, but in making the third bedroom smaller, I see fights between siblings about who has the bigger room. Where will I put the stroller, snow suits in winter, toys, clothes etc.? Some of the homes we've been in would never function as a family home, and I'm convinced the families that currently live there have figured this out, thus why they are moving.
The other is school district and neighbourhood vibe - again, something we put little to no thought into the first time round, but now we ask what's the closest primary school and what is their rating? Are there other kids on the street (usually a giveaway with hockey nets in driveways)? Where is the library, park, arena? My husband wants a street where he can play road hockey with Lucas without yellng "CAR" every five minutes.
If anyone at HGTV reads this blog, I may be willing to discuss a great show idea re: a family-friendly reno show. But only as a producer - I don't do on camera since I now look like a harried, overtired mom. Speaking of which, if there are any makeover show producers that read this blog...
It's amazing how my focus during house hunting has changed from five years ago. I suddenly see kitchens or rooms that are poorly organized for a baby/toddler. The wine rack in the island is beautiful, but all I can envision is little hands grabbing and smashing bottles. The floating staircase is gorgeous, but where will I attach a baby gate? The walk-in closet/ensuite in the master is fantastic, but in making the third bedroom smaller, I see fights between siblings about who has the bigger room. Where will I put the stroller, snow suits in winter, toys, clothes etc.? Some of the homes we've been in would never function as a family home, and I'm convinced the families that currently live there have figured this out, thus why they are moving.
The other is school district and neighbourhood vibe - again, something we put little to no thought into the first time round, but now we ask what's the closest primary school and what is their rating? Are there other kids on the street (usually a giveaway with hockey nets in driveways)? Where is the library, park, arena? My husband wants a street where he can play road hockey with Lucas without yellng "CAR" every five minutes.
If anyone at HGTV reads this blog, I may be willing to discuss a great show idea re: a family-friendly reno show. But only as a producer - I don't do on camera since I now look like a harried, overtired mom. Speaking of which, if there are any makeover show producers that read this blog...
Friday, April 2, 2010
A Playdate? Here's my Mommy Card
A few months ago, the Globe and Mail had an article on Mommy cards. Calling cards to pass out at the playground when you meet another mom, with all the vitals for getting in touch to coordinate a playdate. What a great idea! So I went online and ordered up cute little monkey cards for Lucas.
I finally gave out a couple at Rainbow Songs this past week - and got a few snickers from moms I know. They found it amusing (and telling) that I would be so organized to have them. I know it seems old-fashioned in the age of smartphones and social networks, but with a wriggling baby, it's difficult to type in a name and phone number, and with the previously mentioned absent-mindedness, still be able to remember which mom/baby it was. And I feel weird creeping a mom I've met once on Facebook.
So the monkey cards are it!
I finally gave out a couple at Rainbow Songs this past week - and got a few snickers from moms I know. They found it amusing (and telling) that I would be so organized to have them. I know it seems old-fashioned in the age of smartphones and social networks, but with a wriggling baby, it's difficult to type in a name and phone number, and with the previously mentioned absent-mindedness, still be able to remember which mom/baby it was. And I feel weird creeping a mom I've met once on Facebook.
So the monkey cards are it!
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Creepy
The douchebag husband of the couple next door saw Lucas and I today as we returned from our walk. He looked me up and down then commented on how I'd lost all the baby weight. Creepy. Gross.
That is all.
That is all.
From A-Type to Absent-minded
Anyone who has worked with me (or generally knows me well), knows that I am a planner. I can do critical paths in an hour, oversee client budgets to the penny, have to do lists both on paper and in my mind, and am generally very organized. I wasn't always this way - I think it was the nature of the business I'm in that developed this sense of order.
Now my life is chaos. And I have a severe case of baby brain. I just returned from a trip to Shopper's Drug Mart where I had three things to buy. And I wandered the aisles trying for the life of me to remember the third thing. It was baby formula. You know, the stuff that I use to FEED MY CHILD. And I couldn't remember.
Now I have to remember to even write a list. Then I have to remember where I put that list. Then once I find the list, remember what I wanted to write down. Even with my iPhone, I must enter dates/events into my calendar immediately or it will fall off my radar. I know they say in many baby books that at first a baby's memory is only seven seconds long - but why didn't they mention that mine also becomes seven seconds long?
Now my life is chaos. And I have a severe case of baby brain. I just returned from a trip to Shopper's Drug Mart where I had three things to buy. And I wandered the aisles trying for the life of me to remember the third thing. It was baby formula. You know, the stuff that I use to FEED MY CHILD. And I couldn't remember.
Now I have to remember to even write a list. Then I have to remember where I put that list. Then once I find the list, remember what I wanted to write down. Even with my iPhone, I must enter dates/events into my calendar immediately or it will fall off my radar. I know they say in many baby books that at first a baby's memory is only seven seconds long - but why didn't they mention that mine also becomes seven seconds long?
Non-sensical Songs and Running Commentary
After my last post about baby babble, I realized there is also something else I do almost subconsciously - sing. I've made up silly songs for Lucas about the things we do every day. He laughs and giggles and when he fusses, it is these same silly songs that calm him down.
But when he's asleep, or when I'm out by myself - I'm still singing these songs. I catch myself singing about how Lucas is so good looking and awesome (I didn't say they were GOOD songs). Or about how he did a peeps or a poops. I don't even realizing that I'm singing them till I see my husband give me this weird look.
I've also started to provide a running commentary of everything that I am doing, all the time. "Mommy is going upstairs, Mommy is going to the bathroom, Mommy is doing laundry" blah blah blah. Now when Lucas isn't in the room, I'm still saying out loud what I'm doing, again to my husband with the same weird look. I'm sure he's pleased that I'm sharing aloud that I'm going to the bathroom.
But when he's asleep, or when I'm out by myself - I'm still singing these songs. I catch myself singing about how Lucas is so good looking and awesome (I didn't say they were GOOD songs). Or about how he did a peeps or a poops. I don't even realizing that I'm singing them till I see my husband give me this weird look.
I've also started to provide a running commentary of everything that I am doing, all the time. "Mommy is going upstairs, Mommy is going to the bathroom, Mommy is doing laundry" blah blah blah. Now when Lucas isn't in the room, I'm still saying out loud what I'm doing, again to my husband with the same weird look. I'm sure he's pleased that I'm sharing aloud that I'm going to the bathroom.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Baby Babble
So all I talk about is Lucas. I realized when I'm out with a group of grown-ups, I only have stories that are baby-related. No stories of the latest event at work, no tales of a recent night out/escapade, no discussions around the latest world development. My stories revolve around my kid. His ups, his downs, our latest adventure, the class we're taking, our walk to Starbucks, what he's eating, how he's sleeping. That's it. Am I boring?
Lucas is all-consuming. I wonder what I sound like to my friends without kids. Do I sound like a broken record? A bragging mommy? Or do they understand that this little being is my whole world now.
However, now that we're looking for a new house, conversations now involve the baby and the house hunt. Sometimes I do not recognize the woman in the mirror :)
Lucas is all-consuming. I wonder what I sound like to my friends without kids. Do I sound like a broken record? A bragging mommy? Or do they understand that this little being is my whole world now.
However, now that we're looking for a new house, conversations now involve the baby and the house hunt. Sometimes I do not recognize the woman in the mirror :)
A Gaggle of Grandparents
Lucas has four sets of grandparents. Yes, four sets.
It's a bit of a complicated family tree but both of our parents have divorced and remarried. In addition, some of our stepparents had kids from a previous marriage or had kids with our bio parents in their new marriage. This leaves Lucas with four sets of grandparents and various step/half aunts and uncles. We don't use the step or half terms - in our minds, everyone is important to our little man.
But four sets of grandparents. How lucky is our kid? How lucky are we? Not to mention that Lucas has four great grandmothers and a great grandfather. This can be a mouthful to roll off the tongue so we lovingly refer to them as GG.
However, it can be challenging juggling various family commitments, especially around holidays like Christmas or Easter. Everyone wants to see Lucas which results in a lot of time in the car traipsing all over the GTA, trying to work around nap times and meal times, without disrupting the schedule too much. This is bound to get more difficult as Lucas gets older and inevitably when #2 comes along. With all his gear, it often feels like we're moving out of the house when we go for a visit.
But I keep reminding myself that we are lucky to have so many people that care about our mini-man and are invested in his growth and development. We are lucky.
It's a bit of a complicated family tree but both of our parents have divorced and remarried. In addition, some of our stepparents had kids from a previous marriage or had kids with our bio parents in their new marriage. This leaves Lucas with four sets of grandparents and various step/half aunts and uncles. We don't use the step or half terms - in our minds, everyone is important to our little man.
But four sets of grandparents. How lucky is our kid? How lucky are we? Not to mention that Lucas has four great grandmothers and a great grandfather. This can be a mouthful to roll off the tongue so we lovingly refer to them as GG.
However, it can be challenging juggling various family commitments, especially around holidays like Christmas or Easter. Everyone wants to see Lucas which results in a lot of time in the car traipsing all over the GTA, trying to work around nap times and meal times, without disrupting the schedule too much. This is bound to get more difficult as Lucas gets older and inevitably when #2 comes along. With all his gear, it often feels like we're moving out of the house when we go for a visit.
But I keep reminding myself that we are lucky to have so many people that care about our mini-man and are invested in his growth and development. We are lucky.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
I had a baby - 9 months ago!
My son Lucas has been out as long as he was in. And I survived. So far.
Before he arrived, I contemplated starting a blog that I could update when he napped or as he played, as this motherhood thing was going to be a breeze.
Fast forward nine months and here I am, finally getting this blog started. Mostly as an outlet for me to write and reach the outside world, but hopefully along the way, other moms that are out there will enjoy the misadventures of this modern mom.
A good friend of mine just had her first baby a month ago and as I held her little bundle, it was hard to believe that Lucas was that small. I found a newborn diaper buried in his cupboard and have packed away all his newborn clothes - and I was sad. He will never be that small again (well, really at 9 lbs. 1 oz. he was never really THAT small). Was I crazy to miss those days when we never slept, he was always nursing and couldn't focus his eyes on my face?
These nine months have gone by so slowly and so fast all at the same time. Those really rough days where I watch the minutes pass until my husband comes home to relieve me and the days where I turn around and it's already dinner and bedtime for my little man. Most of the time it feels like trying to catch lightning in a bottle.
So, rather than reliving my life over the past several months, I hope to focus on Lucas' transition from baby to boy and my inevitable return to work in a few months.
Before he arrived, I contemplated starting a blog that I could update when he napped or as he played, as this motherhood thing was going to be a breeze.
Fast forward nine months and here I am, finally getting this blog started. Mostly as an outlet for me to write and reach the outside world, but hopefully along the way, other moms that are out there will enjoy the misadventures of this modern mom.
A good friend of mine just had her first baby a month ago and as I held her little bundle, it was hard to believe that Lucas was that small. I found a newborn diaper buried in his cupboard and have packed away all his newborn clothes - and I was sad. He will never be that small again (well, really at 9 lbs. 1 oz. he was never really THAT small). Was I crazy to miss those days when we never slept, he was always nursing and couldn't focus his eyes on my face?
These nine months have gone by so slowly and so fast all at the same time. Those really rough days where I watch the minutes pass until my husband comes home to relieve me and the days where I turn around and it's already dinner and bedtime for my little man. Most of the time it feels like trying to catch lightning in a bottle.
So, rather than reliving my life over the past several months, I hope to focus on Lucas' transition from baby to boy and my inevitable return to work in a few months.
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