Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Friday, December 18, 2009
These days our funniest, and most annoying, chats happen in the morning. Tally was spoiled for the last 2 weeks because her daycare was closed, so she had a good run of sleep-in mornings. Now she has to get up early, and she is definitely not a morning person. (Okay, that is 100% from me, I admit it.) On mornings when I go to work, I get up, shower, and get dressed before going in and waking her up. Our morning usually goes like this:
Mama (turning on light): Talia! Taaaaaaaaaaaaaally Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaine!
Talia: (mumble, groan)
Mama: You awake in there?
Mama: It's time to get up! Wakey-wakey, eggs and bac-ey!!
Talia (covering head with blanket): Noooooooooooooooooo................................. beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed.
Mama (sitting down in glider, poking Talia through the bars): Tally, honey, let's go. It's time to get up.
Talia (laying down along the back side of the crib, where her short mama with the giant belly can't reach her): HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Mama (cursing the fact her 1 year old already mocks her): Don't you want to go to Jojo's house?
Talia (standing up so fast she falls over, tries multiple times before succeeding, hands Ted E. Bear to Mama): Do-do?
Mama (in Ted's voice): Good morning, Tally! Let's get ready to go to Jojo's house!
Talia (taking Ted back and throwing him out of the crib): Oh, hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!
If we do any of this out of order, Talia is a little bear. I cannot touch her before she wakes up, or she wakes up screaming her head off. I cannot lift her out of the crib before she throws Ted out, or we have a tantrum-filled morning. Once she says "Oh, hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" like she's just noticed I'm in the room, she's her regular, sunny self and we can get on with our day. How is it that my 1 year old is already a teenager first thing in the morning?
Oh, and in case you're wondering, her father can go into her room, pick her up from a dead sleep, and she is instantly wide-awake and charming, and even gives him a big hug. Hrmph.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
Monday, November 2, 2009
Saturday, October 17, 2009
The countdown came as a result of my last prenatal appointment. Our doctor was making small talk with me while measuring m'belly, and asked how old Talia was when she started walking. I replied "Um, she's still NOT walking, actually." The doctor looked over at my stubborn daughter, who was holding the little metal step stool up in the air waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay above her head while doing squats, out in the middle of the floor, and asked incredulously "THIS baby isn't walking?" While the doctor did say there is a big difference between ability to walk and willingness to walk, the fact remains that 95% of children are walking by 15 months. That's 95% of ALL children, including those in wheelchairs and those with other physical and/or cognitive impairments such that they will NEVER walk.
So unless something changes drastically sometime soon, in a little over 2 weeks we will be back to charm the pants off of the doc. (Talia will probably choose that moment to take off in a full sprint and never look back.)
(She doesn't walk, but she actually jumps sometimes, and almost never falls down. I'd say her balance is fine, wouldn't you?)
I love my little baby who is rapidly turning into a big girl, and I've been glad to have her baby-ness linger through her extended crawling stint. And her feet are so ridiculously tiny, it is hard to find her good shoes, so I have been lucky that she hasn't needed really good outside shoes yet. But February is coming soon, and I would really like Talia to be nice and sturdy by the time her little brother or sister arrives, since I won't be able to carry them both when we're in a parking lot, etc.It will be nice to have the dr. confirm what we are already certain of - Talia's physically able to walk. But since I'm pretty sure she's not going to give us a prescription for a cure for stubbornness, we'll still just have to wait until little Tally is good and ready to walk on her own.
(Do you see how she mocks all of us people who walk?)
Monday, October 5, 2009
Friday, October 2, 2009
5:30 pm - Arrive at daycare. Baby takes one look at me and makes a beeline for the toy room, hoping to be forgotten at wondrous daycare instead of being dragged to boring old home. Listen to daycare provider talk about how baby has crush on 3 year old boy. Make mental note that husband will be meeting said boy at the front door with a shotgun in 15 years.
5:45 pm - Get home with tired baby. Use culinary skills to whip up delectable soup & grilled cheese. Thank lucky stars that husband married me for more than my supper-making abilities (namely, my ravishing good looks.)
6:30pm - Husband arrives home, and is immediately tagged in to handle supper clean up, baby clean up, and bedtime. Scoot out the door for fun-filled evening of picking up race kits & getting groceries in preparation of McQueen Thanksgiving. Remind self that the sooner I leave, the better the chance I will make it home in time for The Office.
7:00 - 7:30pm - Stand in 2 long lines, one outside in FREEZING cold, to pick up kit. Curse self for not grabbing warmer jacket. Catch up on work emails while standing in line. Get to front of line only to discover the only shirt sizes available are XXL or M. Remind self that soon I will be home on the couch, watching The Office.
7:35 - 7:45pm - Wander aimlessly through unfamiliar Superstore that is not organized like regular Superstore. Curse Galen Weston. Curse him more when I realize 1/2 the store is under construction, thereby making it impossible to find ANYTHING. Smugly pass candy aisle without stopping.
7:45 - 8:00pm - Find approx. half of items on list. Smile knowingly at short, dishevelled, exhausted-looking pregnant woman across the aisle, thinking "at least I'm not as tired as THAT woman."
8:01pm - Realize I am smiling knowingly at my own reflection. Sigh. Head back to candy aisle.
8:02 - 8:10pm - checkout & pack my own groceries, once again vowing to never return to Superstore.
8:35pm - Burst through front door, excited to have caught The Office. Notice husband is watching something else. Ask husband "Why aren't you watching The Office?" to which husband replies "The Office is on at 8."
8:36pm - leave husband to unpack groceries and go to bed. Hrmph.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Last year we kept saying "by this time next year, the babies will be running around all over the place!" Little did we know that we would end up having the 2 laziest babies around, at almost 15 and 14 months neither Talia or Landon seem inclined to take any steps independently anytime soon - they are too smart to use their legs like a couple of suckers!!!
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
1. Be as healthy as a horse while in Kenora, charming the pants off of Grandma & Grandpa - CHECK
2. Get a fever just as we are leaving Kenora - CHECK
3. Sleep all the way home - CHECK
4. Hardly eat anything all day - CHECK
5. Get fever again at bedtime - CHECK
6. Scream uncontrollably while in bath until I throw up the little amount I did eat - CHECK
7. Finally calm down and go to sleep, only to wake up at 5:30am with highest fever of my short lifetime - CHECK
8. Scream uncontrollably from 5:30am to 9am - CHECK
9. Once dr. office opens at 9am, suddenly stop screaming, lose fever, and eat a big breakfast - CHECK
10. Make Mama stay home from work for nothing on a day that includes thunderstorms outside and no cable inside - CHECK
Well, at least we've kicked that fever for now. Here's hoping it stays that way.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
Here's a summary of the conversation between my Dad and his back-lane neighbour this weekend:
(Dad & Neighbour, standing in Neighbour's driveway.)
Neighbour: You guys get a cat over at your place?
Dad: No! Why the hell would we get a $%@# cat? What would we do with a *$!@ cat?!?
Neighbour: Well, something's been crawling around your yard all afternoon and just went under your step.
Dad: Really? Let's go see what it is!
(Dad & Neighbour both try to peek under stairs from various angles.)
Dad: I can't see a damn thing. I'll go get a stick and scare him out!
Neighbour (lying on lawn, eyes peeled on mysterious visitor under the stairs): OK
Dad (poking furiously with stick): Do you see it?
Dad: What's it doing?
Neighbour: Getting ready to spray you!
(mystery guest under stairs runs out, solves big "what IS that?" mystery by spraying Dad.)
Good old G.P., skunks and all. Can't wait to visit for August long weekend!
Monday, July 13, 2009
Monday, July 6, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
The Nor'West riders raised a ton of money, and we had a great time pedalling along to Livin' on a Prayer. Take that, heart disease!
Monday, June 8, 2009
What a stinker.