Sunday, March 28, 2010

Around and around....

Tonight I witnessed something that brought tears to my eyes.

Long before J's arrival into this world, I wished for two siblings of the same gender.

I know that is a bad thing to wish for and ultimately I would be thrilled if it didn't happen, but I really wanted same sex siblings. (say that 10 times fast.)

I can't really descibed to you what it is like to share a room with a sister.

To bust your gut in a fit of giggles remembering taping her snores and making a newscast out of it.

To tell her that worms were snakes so she wouldn't be afraid.

To know that you can call her when your child breaks out in hideous hives and know that she will have the answer.

I can't explain that feeling to you.

If you have a same sex sibling, you know what I am talking about.

Tonight after dinner, almost ten months since we brought J home, I witnessed the beginning of what I had wanted for them.

Around and around the couch M ran.

Around and around the couch J crawled.

All the while both laughing.

J crawling up on M.

M nuzzling J.

It was the first time they were playing, really playing.

I knew they loved each other, you can see it in the way they look at each other.

But the play was something that I wished for.

To know that they are friends.

There are no illusions that it is always going to be rainbows and lollipops.

I already have witnessed a fit or two over who gets to play with what.

I just hope that when they are older that they make the decision that their friendship is ultimatley one of the most important relationships that they could ever foster.

I hope I'm lucky enough to witness that more often that not.

Nighty Night!

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Spring cleaning.

Excuse the mess but I'm a little bored with my old look.
Be back soon!!!

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Making good on a resolution.

SO I really had hoped that my baby weight would be gone by now.

It came off easily with M, But apparently the second time around???

I am not thrilled when I look in the mirror.

I see a little tiny piece of me that used to be there, but alot of sparkle is gone.

The ladies are still huge. 

And I mean huge.

The thighs, not loving them.

The arms that should tone themselves by carting around two babies, didn't majically form amazing pipes.

Even my face seems to have lost elasticity.

And I really have no one to blame but Tim Horton's and those blasted Ice caps that I devoured daily while I was pregnant with J myself.


SO I took the plunge.

I joined the gym again.

I'm pretty excited to have a couple hours a week to myself to mindlessy run on a treadmill, listening to some tunes.

Excited to lose some weight and at least try to button up some of my pants before I return to the workforce.

Excited that I might be able to like myself more when I look in the mirror.

Excited that I might be able to smile when I step on my scale instead of scowl.

But I'm nervous.

Nervous of having to put on gym clothes that will be too tight.

Nervous that I will look like a lunatic in some of the group fitness classes.

And I am not really looking forward to the ensuing pain.

But I am going to do it.

I am.

I am .


Wish me luck and send me skinny girl vibes.

and just because I can't sign of without some sort of picture, two layouts that I did they other day.

One about J and his dislike of baby foods, and then just a quick one to fill a gap in his book.

Happy Tuesday!

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Conversation with an almost 3 year old

Him: "Mommy, Is that the neighbourhood?"
Me:   "Yep, it is our neighbourhood sweets."

Him: "Mommy, Is that the neighbour's car?"
Me:   "Yep, but don't touch the neighbour's car okay sweets."

Him: "Mommy, Is that Mark's car?"
Me:   "It is Mark's car.  What color is it?"

Him: "Mommy, Is Mark's car red?"
Me:   "It is, Can you say hello to Mark?"
Him: "Heeeeeyyyyy Mark!  Howz it goin?"
Me:   *smirk*

Him: "Mommy, Is that the digger?"
Me:   "Yep, it is a digger.  Some would call it an excavator ...."
Him: " No, thats a digger."
Me:   "Yes it is a digger sweets."
Him: ""

Him: "Mommy, Is that the dumptruck?"
Me:   "Yes honey that is  a dumptruck."
Him: "It is a dump truck."

Him: "Mommy, Is that the street sweeper?"
Me:   "I don't see one honey.  I think they only come out on Fridays right now, and today is only Thursday."
Him: "Cassidy is coming on Saturday."
Me:   "I don't think she is sweatheart."

Him: "Mommy, is that the airplane?"
Me:   " Wow, yep it is an airplane...where do you think it is going?"
Him:  "It's going down down down on runway twenty nine!!!"
Me:   *big smile*

Him: "Mommy, is that the puppy dog?"
Me:  "Yes honey it is a puppy dog.  Would you like to say hello?"
Him: " Hey doooooogggg!!!!"

Him: "Hello world!!!!!"
Me:  " Hey world!"
Him: "It's nice to see you world!!!!!"
Me:  "what's happening world??"
Him: "Hey wooorrrlllldddd!!!!!!!!!"
Me:  " Mommy loves you."

*I wish I could freeze these moments forever and that my babies would always have those sweet little inquisitive voices.*

Sunday, March 14, 2010

A trip down memory lane

*caution...scrapbook photo heavy*

I was reading my comments the other day and someone (whose blog I read everyday) asked me what I do with all my scrapbook pages of the boys.   So just because I enjoy her comments so much I thought I would oblige.  You may be sorry for asking though....

I first started scrapbooking around 4 years ago just before I was pregnant with M.  My Sister is the person that introduced me to it.  We made a trip up to Michaels together and I started buying all sorts of supplies in the scrapbook section.  I became a collector of supplies.  My first page, which I will share another day is what you would typically think of when you say scrapbook.

I didn't know any other scrapbookers at the time.  That is until I met Lisa.  We worked together for a short time before she moved away.  I don't even remember how we got on the subject of scrapbooking but one day we did.  She brought in her Wedding album that she did and I think that was really the turning point for me.  Her album was beautiful.  I remember when she asked me to bring in mine I was a little shy to show her mine because I was so green at this hobby and I thought my pages were not great.  She was very encouraging about all of the pages and would come into work with magazines for me to look at and taught me the phrase "scraplift", or "scrapcrap".  She also told me about a specialty store here in Ottawa where I could buy all kinds of scrapbook supplies.  My first trip to that store I spent well over $100.  I don't do that anymore.  I am more careful about the supplies I choose.

When I became pregnant with M, my creativity came to a standstill.  If you have followed me from the beginning you will know that I don't do pregnant well.   So I barely scrapped for 9 months.  When I landed myself in the hospital leading up to M's birth I knew I wanted to get back into it.  I took me about two months to find my groove with M's scrapbook, but when I did there was no stopping me.  While he napped in his swing, I would put some music on low and get to work.  Almost none of his early pages are my original designs.  In order to get them done quickly I would scraplift others design and try to put my own spin on them. 

Both my boys first year books are set up pretty much the same.  The each have two.  One is set up like a traditional baby book so to speak and documents all of their firsts and things like weight and height.  They each have a story of their delivery and and a picture of me pregnant.  Each book has either a double page spread corresponding to the month they are in or two single pages from that same month. (are you still with me?)  I wrap up each book with a year in review page.  The second book is just everyday moments with them.  Those ones are often my favorites.  Most of my pages are journal heavy because I like to remember things and I like to look and read them often. 

Right now I have my scrapbooks on a shelf in the basement near my scrap space.  I find it easy to file them after they are done.  When I go back to work and I can afford to finish furnishing my home, I plan to but some bookcases that are deep enough to house them in the living area upstairs so people can look at them.  M loves to look at his all the time.  Each boy has their own colored 12x12 album.  M's are red and J's are tan.  They are linen albums from Close to my Heart and I love them.  They have the boys initials and the year that corresponds to the pictures.

Well that certainly was a blurb, so without further adieau I give you M's first year book, because you have already seen most of J's.  I loved looking at this today to see how different my boys are and how much they are the same.  I hope you enjoy it as well.  I think you can click on the pictures to have a closer look.

M's birth announcement.  I sent out small versions of this.

The story of my pregnancy and his birth.  There are photos hidden under the journalling that weren't really appropriate to show the world.  I had a C-section and the B took some pretty neat, but detailed pics.

The first few minutes and his actual birth picture.  We look so happy.

First week:  There is hidden journalling behind the photo.

One month old, again hidden journalling behind the photo.
2nd month

3rd month
4th month
5th month
6th month
7th month ( one of my favs.)
8th month

9th month
10th month ( I love this one too..look at all that snow!)

11th month  ( My frien Oxana took these pics)

One year review

There you have it.  If you are still awake, I applaud you.  If you are sleeping so sorry to have put you through my little trip down memory lane.

As always, Have a wonderful day!

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Spring Forward

Do you have a hate on for Daylight Savings Time like I do?

I really don't understand why we have to mess with the time.

It never really used to bother me untill I had kids.

Now I obsess about it.

Usually because it messes with bedtime. 

There is no way M is going to go to bed tomorrow at seven.

Because it is really six.

He will sit in his room, which will have light filtering in through the drapes and wonder what the heck he did to deserve being banished to his room so early in the evening.

It will probably take him two hours to fall asleep.

And then the next morning, he will wake at 5:00am, which is really 4:00 am.


Because M is shifty that way.

It's like he is trying to get back at us for sending him to bed early.

And even if I try to skip the afternoon nap, he still knows we are messing with time.

He doesn't give a rats behind about Day Light Savings Time.

He just wants to get on with his day at his normal scheduled time.

Which I'm not sure if you caught that 7 sentances ago, but that would be five frickin A.M.


So tomorrow and the next day, and probably the day after that, I will have cranky crankerson on my hands because he will be slightly sleep deprived.

It will be interesting to see how J adjusts.

Nighty Night Peeps.

Friday, March 12, 2010

Glue, Paper, Scissors.

They aren't all masterpieces and I'm okay with that.

I just want to remember some of the little moments in our lives that made us laugh and maybe even cry.

This one of J is about his after bath, curly hair and how I have always made it into a fauxhawk.

And the one of M is about some of the bumps and bruises he has experienced since December.

Thanks for stopping by and have a wonderful weekend!

Tuesday, March 9, 2010


I left my paper trimmer out today.

I usually remove the blade and tuck it high out of little fingers reach.

I forgot to today.

BIG Mommy fail.

Someone gashed his finger pretty good.

It took over 30 minutes to stop the bleeding.



More guilt.

I ate too much chocolate to compensate for my guilt.

Which mad me feel even more guilty.


Analyze this

So I had a weird dream last night.

I was in a school playground, standing in a circle of "firends", which included some celebrity scrapbookers and the cast of GLEE.  We were singing songs from "In the Night Garden".

I am so transparent in what I do and what I like dont you think???

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Normal Day...

...let me be aware of the treasure you are.

Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart.

Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow.

Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so.

One day I shall dig my nails into the earth,or bury my face in the pillow,

or stretch myself taut,or raise my hands to the sky

and want more than all the world, your return.

Mary Jean Irion


My project 12 for February.

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Random Tidbits

My children have been waking up no later than 5:30 am all week.

M mimicks everything.  He tried walking backwards today because he saw his cousin do it.

M also has a new english accent compliments of Mr. Maker.

J is crawling and pushing himself into a sitting position on his own.

His balance is terrible though so I don't let him do it on the main floor where it is hardwood.

He also claps.

He also feeds himself peas, corn, cheese, strawberries, bananas, toast and baby cookies.  This is way more than I let M eat at this age for fear of him choking.

I am in awe at how differently my children develope.  So similar but so different.

B goes back to work in 3 weeks, at a new course.

He can eat a whole box of crackers in one sitting.

I am going to put him on Morning duty soon because those early mornings are killing me.

I am leaving the boys with Mom tomorrow from 8:15 am till 1:00pm.  I am really nervous as it is the first time I have left J for any length of time. 

She is confident.

I don't like to leave my babies.  I'm just not there yet.  I didn't leave M till he was 9 months as well.

It is gloriously sunny here.  8(c) degrees sunny.  The snow is melting quickly and we have mushy grass patches,  both front and back.

I am torm between a Toyota Sienna and the Rav4 with the optional 3rd row.  I want space and especially needed something bigger today. 

Does it make me uncool that I kind of lean more towards the minivan?  In Black?

My eyebrows deperatly need plucking.

I haven't blowdried my hair since Christmas Eve.

I will not scar you with that image.

Another scintilatting post.

Nighty Night.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Happy Birthday....

To my Blog!

I feel like I have been neglectful of it as of late.

Time is flying at warp speed.

My boys are growing too fast for my liking.

I've been busy watching teeth and hair grow.


My Blog is ONE!


And because I can't think of any original way to celebrate, I'm hooking you up with my favorite posts, authored by me.

Happy reading.

Or sleeping.

And thanks for being a reader.

I truly appreciate it even when I have nothing to say.

  1. Move your knees please.
  2. Read dis one?
  3. The art of distraction.
  4. Getting it right.
  5. I should have listened.
  6. Goodbye.
  7. Keeping up with the Jones

There you have it peeps. 

My 7 favorites from this past year.

I'm really not sure why I ended with 7....laziness maybe?

Or maybe I only think I'm funny enough to have 7 posts.

And if I'm being honest, I really only did this so I could revisit #7 again. 

Peace out!