~ For me the term "running" should be used rather loosely since really my pace is probably as fast as a typical 3-year old can run.
~ According to Greg, my knee stopped hurting the second my new sneakers were in my hands. That's not quite true, but the new shoes have made a huge difference. And they're cute, too!
~ I must be catching the running addict bug since I actually went running last week, even though it was raining.
~ I learned that I run much better in the rain, because I just want to get the heck out of the rain as quickly as possible. It's the worms, people. I cannot handle the worms.
~ A bunch of people I know seem to be into running now as well. I'm not sure if this is because I'm just more aware or connected to this now since I've started running, or if motivation just seems to spread.
~ Learning to run is kind of like going through labour. It's hard for a bit, then it's easy for a bit (I'm still doing run/walk intervals), and you just have to have a little routine in your head to get you through the hard bit until your next little break.
~ It's funny to me that when the Learn to Run folks talk about short and long-term running goals, they always mention qualifying for the Boston Marathon as a long-term goal. Hello, am I supposed to know what you're talking about? Qualify for the Boston Marathon? I'm in the Learn to Run class here, folks. As in beginner. As in I still have no sweet clue what I'm doing here. Remember, the class you're teaching? We're all newbies. I don't know what you're talking about when you say the words "qualify for the Boston Marathon" since I've obviously never run a marathon. I don't even know what the Boston Marathon is!
~ I love how good I feel after a run. It is so energizing!
~ I still don't see how I am going to be able to run for 20 minutes in a matter of mere weeks. This should be interesting. Wish me luck!
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Thursday, May 7, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
my observational senses have come back to life!
A few observational updates about what's been going on in our world:
~ I love many fruits, but some of them I cannot have for breakfast and some of them I only like to eat at breakfast. Grapes, those are NOT a breakfast fruit. Neither are watermelon, or apples really. Bananas though, they totally go with breakfast.
~ I hurt my knee a week ago during a practice run for my new Learn to Run clinic adventure. It sucked and I was in pain most of last week. I took the week off to rest my knee so it could heal and oddly enough, I've missed running! I saw my doctor yesterday and he thinks it was probably just a sprain. I'm going back for my first run tonight and I'm nervous that a) I will hurt my knee again or b) that I won't be able to keep up with the clinic program now that I've missed a week. This could be interesting.
~ Asher is totally encouraging the "boy-ness" in me, or what little there is atleast. Lately I've loved being outside with him blowing bubbles, playing on the swings and pushing him around in the wagon. We haven't reached the interest in bugs phase yet, and I'm not sure how I'll handle that, but all this outside-ness is growing on me. Baby steps.
~ It sucks when your baby has a fever. Asher is teething, I'm sure of it, and has had a moderate fever for just over a day now. Poor guy.
~ I'm actually really excited that in May I will be taking care of a little girl part-time in my home who is just 4 days older than Asher. So basically, it'll be like having twins for the month. I'm sure it will be a juggle to figure out how to manage both of them, and our first practice day is tomorrow, but I'm excited about the challenge! I'm hoping that this experience is not intended to prepare me for anything in the future (why on earth did I ever think I wanted twins?)
~ I love many fruits, but some of them I cannot have for breakfast and some of them I only like to eat at breakfast. Grapes, those are NOT a breakfast fruit. Neither are watermelon, or apples really. Bananas though, they totally go with breakfast.
~ I hurt my knee a week ago during a practice run for my new Learn to Run clinic adventure. It sucked and I was in pain most of last week. I took the week off to rest my knee so it could heal and oddly enough, I've missed running! I saw my doctor yesterday and he thinks it was probably just a sprain. I'm going back for my first run tonight and I'm nervous that a) I will hurt my knee again or b) that I won't be able to keep up with the clinic program now that I've missed a week. This could be interesting.
~ Asher is totally encouraging the "boy-ness" in me, or what little there is atleast. Lately I've loved being outside with him blowing bubbles, playing on the swings and pushing him around in the wagon. We haven't reached the interest in bugs phase yet, and I'm not sure how I'll handle that, but all this outside-ness is growing on me. Baby steps.
~ It sucks when your baby has a fever. Asher is teething, I'm sure of it, and has had a moderate fever for just over a day now. Poor guy.
~ I'm actually really excited that in May I will be taking care of a little girl part-time in my home who is just 4 days older than Asher. So basically, it'll be like having twins for the month. I'm sure it will be a juggle to figure out how to manage both of them, and our first practice day is tomorrow, but I'm excited about the challenge! I'm hoping that this experience is not intended to prepare me for anything in the future (why on earth did I ever think I wanted twins?)
Monday, December 22, 2008
Monday's observations: Christmas memories edition
I know my posting has been infrequent over the last couple of weeks, and it will probably continue to be so over Christmas. It's such a busy time of year! Christmas has, obviously, been on my mind a lot lately, and here are some of the things I've found myself thinking...
* I still feel really giddy and excited this time of year.
* Christmastime always brings back childhood memories. It's funny the things that stick with you.
* One said memory is of the Alabama Christmas album that we used to own. I still remember most of the songs. My favorite was, of course, Thistlehair the Christmas bear. Does anyone else know this song?
* I still remember when I first started questioning whether Santa was real or not. It was a Christmas in Cape Breton at my nanny's and I was having a hard time going to sleep (hence the giddy and excited bit). So I came downstairs to ask my mom something, and I noticed that of all the stockings hung up, mine was the only one that was already filled. Strange. This was also the Christmas that Santa washed the dishes after he ate the cookies and milk that I left out for him. Boy, that Santa sure did seem to have lots of time on his hands. Wasn't he supposed to be busy on Christmas Eve?
* My mom was pretty clever once the Santa questioning started. When I found presents wrapped in her closet that said "To Amanda, Love Santa" she told me that sometimes Santa got her to help him wrap presents because he was so busy. Pretty creative, mom!
* The Christmas present that probably got me the most excited ever in my life was my lock-up jeans and combat boots. Man, was I cool.
* I actually did (on more than one occasion, sorry mom!) unwrap my Christmas presents before Christmas morning and then re-wrap them. I know, pretty terrible, huh?
* It makes me smile that my mom still puts the homemade Christmas ornament that I made in kindergarten on her tree every year.
* If you ever watch old Christmas movies that you used to love as a kid, you realize that they are actually pretty crappy. It's true that some things really are best left as memories.
* As a married adult, I've done most of the Christmas shopping for our family. This isn't so bad, I remind myself, once I remember that Greg did buy a cat figurine for our sister-in-law one year. Good thing I make him a list.
Merry Christmas everyone!
* I still feel really giddy and excited this time of year.
* Christmastime always brings back childhood memories. It's funny the things that stick with you.
* One said memory is of the Alabama Christmas album that we used to own. I still remember most of the songs. My favorite was, of course, Thistlehair the Christmas bear. Does anyone else know this song?
* I still remember when I first started questioning whether Santa was real or not. It was a Christmas in Cape Breton at my nanny's and I was having a hard time going to sleep (hence the giddy and excited bit). So I came downstairs to ask my mom something, and I noticed that of all the stockings hung up, mine was the only one that was already filled. Strange. This was also the Christmas that Santa washed the dishes after he ate the cookies and milk that I left out for him. Boy, that Santa sure did seem to have lots of time on his hands. Wasn't he supposed to be busy on Christmas Eve?
* My mom was pretty clever once the Santa questioning started. When I found presents wrapped in her closet that said "To Amanda, Love Santa" she told me that sometimes Santa got her to help him wrap presents because he was so busy. Pretty creative, mom!
* The Christmas present that probably got me the most excited ever in my life was my lock-up jeans and combat boots. Man, was I cool.
* I actually did (on more than one occasion, sorry mom!) unwrap my Christmas presents before Christmas morning and then re-wrap them. I know, pretty terrible, huh?
* It makes me smile that my mom still puts the homemade Christmas ornament that I made in kindergarten on her tree every year.
* If you ever watch old Christmas movies that you used to love as a kid, you realize that they are actually pretty crappy. It's true that some things really are best left as memories.
* As a married adult, I've done most of the Christmas shopping for our family. This isn't so bad, I remind myself, once I remember that Greg did buy a cat figurine for our sister-in-law one year. Good thing I make him a list.
Merry Christmas everyone!
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Monday's observations, on Tuesday... but it's because I was doing homework, I swear!
* It is possible for a baby to go through 4 changes of clothes in the span of 4 hours. Very possible.
* For some reason, the maximum amount of time I seem to be able to keep a plant alive is 2 years.
* When said plants begin to die, rather than have to touch dirt and re-pot them, my first impulse is just to throw them out. Thankfully this impulse hasn't carried over to my baby when I have to touch his baby goo.
* Your husband really is a complete geek if he uses a Microsoft Excel application as an example when trying to explain something to you. And it doesn't mean you are really computer illiterate if you don't get the example.
* Clay Aiken and Sarah McLachlan's Christmas albums make my heart smile. My husband, on the other hand, not so much.
* The special parking spots at the grocery store for pregnant women and mother's of babies up to 6 months, that's just more of a guideline right? I mean, I can still park there even though my baby is 7 months old, right? Who's counting, really.
* I just had the time of my life at my 2-day Mother Goose training. I could sing nursery rhymes and songs forever! Perhaps being at home with Asher is starting to get to me.
* You know you have no life when you get excited about doing homework for said Mother Goose training.
* I never would have imagined that I would feel no awkwardness about pumping my breast milk in front of other people. It's sort of like blowing your nose in front of someone... it's just a bodily function you have to carry out.
* I pretty much can't write a blog post without talking about breast milk in there somewhere. Maybe that's a little weird.
* For some reason, the maximum amount of time I seem to be able to keep a plant alive is 2 years.
* When said plants begin to die, rather than have to touch dirt and re-pot them, my first impulse is just to throw them out. Thankfully this impulse hasn't carried over to my baby when I have to touch his baby goo.
* Your husband really is a complete geek if he uses a Microsoft Excel application as an example when trying to explain something to you. And it doesn't mean you are really computer illiterate if you don't get the example.
* Clay Aiken and Sarah McLachlan's Christmas albums make my heart smile. My husband, on the other hand, not so much.
* The special parking spots at the grocery store for pregnant women and mother's of babies up to 6 months, that's just more of a guideline right? I mean, I can still park there even though my baby is 7 months old, right? Who's counting, really.
* I just had the time of my life at my 2-day Mother Goose training. I could sing nursery rhymes and songs forever! Perhaps being at home with Asher is starting to get to me.
* You know you have no life when you get excited about doing homework for said Mother Goose training.
* I never would have imagined that I would feel no awkwardness about pumping my breast milk in front of other people. It's sort of like blowing your nose in front of someone... it's just a bodily function you have to carry out.
* I pretty much can't write a blog post without talking about breast milk in there somewhere. Maybe that's a little weird.
Monday, December 1, 2008
Monday's observations: Greg's eating habits edition
When Greg and I got married, I was thrilled that he was willing to eat a completely vegetarian diet at home in order to accommodate my choice to be a vegetarian. Don't get me wrong, he still loves his meat whenever we're out somewhere, but he's not the kind of guy that needs it everyday in order to be satisfied (I so want to insert a "that's what she said" in there but... oh well, I guess I just did!). So I thought our food journey as a married couple would be wonderful, because I totally didn't have to think about meat. Turns out I was wrong.
You see, Greg is a really picky eater, although he would never admit that. Here are some tidbits I have to keep in mind every stinkin' meal I make.
* Loves pizza. But not pizza on pita breads, or pizza using pesto as a sauce, or pizza with big chunks of vegetables on it.
* Loves pasta. But only pasta with a "thick" cream based sauce. This rules out any olive oil based sauces, or pesto.
* Ethnic foods are usually OK.
* Vegetables must be cut into small enough chunks that he can barely notice they're there.
* Does not like: feta cheese, celery, asparagus, pineapple, cold peas, anything ending in "eppers" (read: peppers), anything ending in "erry" (read: strawberry, raspberry, blueberry, cranberry, etc.) and bananas without brown spots.
* Will tolerate (and by tolerate I mean won't gag to death): cauliflower, carrots, corn, tomatoes, cucumber, zucchini, and spinach.
* Still have not uncovered the deal with beans. Sometimes they are OK, and other times they are not. Lentils are a definite no deal. This can make things challenging when you're cooking vegetarian.
* Recipe's are often deemed "good" if they have anything with a bread texture in them.
* Soup can never, ever be considered a meal. Neither can salad.
* When consuming salad, it is best to roll the lettuce leaves up into a tight wound ball, and eat it in 2 bites.
* Anything covered in cheese or cream of mushroom soup gets a thumbs up.
It's sort of a lot to consider, don't you think? So I started getting Greg to rate the recipes I make on a 1 to 10 scale, and take little notes so I'll remember what he liked about it and what he didn't (sort of ridiculous, huh? But it works!). Here's 2 such recipes from last week:
They both got 9/10! I want Greg to enjoy our meals, but my goal isn't that he is going to love every single one. That's just not realistic. And be sure that love salad will still find its way on our menu from time to time! I had no idea that food preferences would play such a big role in our world.
Thankfully Greg doesn't do the cooking or all we'd eat would be sidekicks, Kraft dinner, and some burger or nugget variation.
Dear Lord, please don't let Asher follow in Greg's footsteps with his food preferences!
Monday, November 24, 2008
Monday's observations
* My heart always jumps a beat with worry when I see my family calling long distance in the middle of the afternoon. Thankfully it was just about Christmas.
* Paying $6.50 to get into a craft fair is sort of ridiculous, don't you think?
* I always cry at weddings. Even if it's just a little.
* It REALLY sucks when one of your favorite sweaters gets a hole in it. Really sucks.
* Asher is finally big and strong enough to sit in the "top-basket-where-the-kid-goes" of a shopping cart. Whoo hoo! This means I don't always have to drag his car seat in everywhere we go, which is great, since he's getting so freaking big!
* You know you love your friends when let them store their chicken in your freezer and you're a vegetarian.
* For the first time ever, my husband came shopping with me, for me. It was great, and he didn't even complain. I'm not yet convinced that he didn't have ulterior motives.
* In case you weren't aware, the new Guns and Roses album came out recently, which means that I've had the pleasure if hearing it everywhere I've been for the past day now. Even the washroom. Great.
* It is a slight miracle that I was able to go to the mall and not get a White Mocca from Second Cup. I must be coming down with something.
* 6-month old baby boys need to have their naps, even if they don't want to. The results can be pretty ugly if it doesn't happen.
* 6-month old baby boys should stay 6-months old forever. I LOVE this age and I can't believe that Asher will be 7-months old this week. How did that happen?
* Paying $6.50 to get into a craft fair is sort of ridiculous, don't you think?
* I always cry at weddings. Even if it's just a little.
* It REALLY sucks when one of your favorite sweaters gets a hole in it. Really sucks.
* Asher is finally big and strong enough to sit in the "top-basket-where-the-kid-goes" of a shopping cart. Whoo hoo! This means I don't always have to drag his car seat in everywhere we go, which is great, since he's getting so freaking big!
* You know you love your friends when let them store their chicken in your freezer and you're a vegetarian.
* For the first time ever, my husband came shopping with me, for me. It was great, and he didn't even complain. I'm not yet convinced that he didn't have ulterior motives.
* In case you weren't aware, the new Guns and Roses album came out recently, which means that I've had the pleasure if hearing it everywhere I've been for the past day now. Even the washroom. Great.
* It is a slight miracle that I was able to go to the mall and not get a White Mocca from Second Cup. I must be coming down with something.
* 6-month old baby boys need to have their naps, even if they don't want to. The results can be pretty ugly if it doesn't happen.
* 6-month old baby boys should stay 6-months old forever. I LOVE this age and I can't believe that Asher will be 7-months old this week. How did that happen?
Monday, November 17, 2008
Monday's observations
* The more you order from the Sears catalogue, the more catalogue's they send you, and then the more you want to order. Sears, STOP SENDING ME CATALOGUE'S!
* Nobody warned me that once Asher started solids, his poop would drastically change. I almost always gag now. It's gross!
* Have you all seen the baby Asher on the "come live in New Brunswick" commercials? He looks about the same age as my Asher but he is not nearly as cute! I have a sneaking suspicion that we may start to see his name pop up more and more now and I don't like that!
* It takes me a good 3 hours of being away from Asher before I finally am able to (mostly) clear my mind of him and relax. This gets easier the older he gets, right?
* I wanted to scream like a little school girl when I saw the Canadian Idol Top Three concert this weekend. What is it about Mitch McDonald that makes me feel like I'm 13 again?
* Whenever I go to a concert or show, for some reason, I have this irresistible urge to buy the t-shirt, even though I know I'll only wear it to vacuum the house and it will get baby puked on.
* Is there really anything better than sitting by a fire, cuddled up with a blanket, looking at the ocean, and drinking coffee with girlfriends? That moment made my week! And it made me want a cottage by the ocean even more than I already do (and that's a lot!)
* If you leave my husband home alone long enough, he's bound to re-wire or take apart/put back together something. This is not always as handy as it may sound.
* And speaking of my husband, he rocks! As you can tell, I've been away a lot this weekend and he and Asher had lots of bonding time. They even started dressing alike (well except for the bib). Seriously! Check it out...
Monday, November 10, 2008
Monday's observations: Anniversary Edition
This Monday's observations edition is inspired by our wedding anniversary, which is only on Wednesday, but Greg and I went away overnight on Saturday to celebrate.
* Going "away" when you have a 6-month old consists of driving 15 minutes to a bed and breakfast at the other end of your city.
* The new Microsoft Streets and Trips was apparently a required necessity to help us find said bed and breakfast (reminder: the bed and breakfast was in the same city we live in, and that city is not that big).
* When "Tripsy" (our new name for the voice chick on Microsoft Streets and Trips) pronounces Assumption Boulevard, it sounds really funny.
*It's also fun to annoy the crap out of your husband by repeating the funny pronunciation of Assumption Boulevard over and over again.
* After 3 years of marriage, I love the crap out of my husband, his quirky geeky side and all.
* Going "away" when you have a 6-month old consists of driving 15 minutes to a bed and breakfast at the other end of your city.
* The new Microsoft Streets and Trips was apparently a required necessity to help us find said bed and breakfast (reminder: the bed and breakfast was in the same city we live in, and that city is not that big).
* It takes a really long time to eat a 5-course meal. So long that your bum gets sore from sitting on the same wooden chair the whole time, and so you start to find excuses to go to the bathroom just to get a break from it.
* You know your husband really loves you when he watches an episode of Oprah with you on the anniversary night, doesn't complain and then proceeds to have a really interesting discussion about the topic.
* It is important to realize that the amount of bubbles you have in a jacuzzi will quadruple when you turn the jets on.
* You remember that it feels great to laugh so hard you cry with your husband about nothing and everything.
* You realize how geeky your husband really is when he gets excited when a train storms by the bed and breakfast at 10PM (and 2AM and 6AM and 10AM) and then proceeds to give you a 20 minute lecture on how train engines work.
* Your husband really is committed to you breastfeeding when he is willing to run out to the car late at night and early in the morning to put your pumped milk in the cooler (there was no little fridge in our room).
* You can feel really full after a 2-course breakfast (who in the world has ever had a 2-course breakfast?!?!)
* Waiting 30 minutes in the car while your techie-husband plans your route home on Microsoft Streets and Trips from said bed and breakfast can be frustrating. But then you remember that your husband watched Oprah with you the night before and realize that this is payback.* When "Tripsy" (our new name for the voice chick on Microsoft Streets and Trips) pronounces Assumption Boulevard, it sounds really funny.
*It's also fun to annoy the crap out of your husband by repeating the funny pronunciation of Assumption Boulevard over and over again.
* After 3 years of marriage, I love the crap out of my husband, his quirky geeky side and all.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Monday's observations
*The mysterious bruises that I've been noticing on my thighs the last few weeks are exactly where Asher's heels land when I'm holding him. Interesting.
* Just because I cry a little when my son starts solid food, doesn't mean I'm going to be a crazy mom, right? I mean, right?
* It is really sucky to have to hold your son to stop him from crying his head off and push his stroller at the same time. This is especially sucky when you are on an hour long walk with a bunch of other moms and babies and the wind is blowing against you and the car is another 20 minutes away. It is moments like this that I really wish Asher took a soother.
* Speaking of other moms, I think it's so cool how motherhood brings women together, no matter what their background. This week alone I was hanging out with doctors, lawyers, stay-at-home moms, call center workers, folks in sales and a fork-lift operator. Such an awesome reminder that even though we are all so different, we are all so the same. When it comes to mothering, the struggles and triumphs are the same and I love sharing in that with other women.
* Maybe 28 isn't going to be such a great year after all... I bought Preparation H hemorrhoid cream for the first time (sorry if you didn't want to know that... I really wish I didn't know about it either).
* Coming home and eating chips after going to the gym sort of defeats the purpose, don't you think?
*You can learn a lot about people and the world by talking to a bunch of 5 and 6 year-olds at the local park as they push your son on the swing (gently push, of course). Like, for example, did you know that this one show on TV said that dinosaurs didn't become extinct, they just turned into birds instead? You don't even want to know what I learned about the local teachers and neighbors (note to self: really watch what you say in front of your kids if you don't want it to be repeated to total strangers at the park).
* You can pretty much convince your husband of anything if you just keep randomly saying it, especially if it's stuff he doesn't want to do (which, for my husband, is travel). There's a method though, a technique if you will. You start out by saying rather casually, "Hey the year we turn 30 (which, for the record, is still 2 years away) we should go on a big trip, wouldn't that be nice?" And then the next time you say it with a little more certainty, as if it's actually going to happen. And then you just keep gradually upping the certainty of the thing, and sometimes bring up the topic when your husband isn't really listening, and then before you know it you're saying "So you know that trip we're taking when we turn 30, what about Hawaii?" And then because the topic has been brought up so much, your husband can't really remember all the details, and he doesn't want to seem like a bad husband and admit he wasn't actually listening to you each and every time, and he pretty much has to go along with it. I just about have the tickets bought now for said trip. It's great and I'm totally sure Greg hasn't caught on at all :)
* You can really spend a lot of money at Pier 1 Imports on 2 decorative pillows without even trying. Of course I do not know this from experience, at all. I'm just completely guessing.
* Just because I cry a little when my son starts solid food, doesn't mean I'm going to be a crazy mom, right? I mean, right?
* It is really sucky to have to hold your son to stop him from crying his head off and push his stroller at the same time. This is especially sucky when you are on an hour long walk with a bunch of other moms and babies and the wind is blowing against you and the car is another 20 minutes away. It is moments like this that I really wish Asher took a soother.
* Speaking of other moms, I think it's so cool how motherhood brings women together, no matter what their background. This week alone I was hanging out with doctors, lawyers, stay-at-home moms, call center workers, folks in sales and a fork-lift operator. Such an awesome reminder that even though we are all so different, we are all so the same. When it comes to mothering, the struggles and triumphs are the same and I love sharing in that with other women.
* Maybe 28 isn't going to be such a great year after all... I bought Preparation H hemorrhoid cream for the first time (sorry if you didn't want to know that... I really wish I didn't know about it either).
* Coming home and eating chips after going to the gym sort of defeats the purpose, don't you think?
*You can learn a lot about people and the world by talking to a bunch of 5 and 6 year-olds at the local park as they push your son on the swing (gently push, of course). Like, for example, did you know that this one show on TV said that dinosaurs didn't become extinct, they just turned into birds instead? You don't even want to know what I learned about the local teachers and neighbors (note to self: really watch what you say in front of your kids if you don't want it to be repeated to total strangers at the park).
* You can pretty much convince your husband of anything if you just keep randomly saying it, especially if it's stuff he doesn't want to do (which, for my husband, is travel). There's a method though, a technique if you will. You start out by saying rather casually, "Hey the year we turn 30 (which, for the record, is still 2 years away) we should go on a big trip, wouldn't that be nice?" And then the next time you say it with a little more certainty, as if it's actually going to happen. And then you just keep gradually upping the certainty of the thing, and sometimes bring up the topic when your husband isn't really listening, and then before you know it you're saying "So you know that trip we're taking when we turn 30, what about Hawaii?" And then because the topic has been brought up so much, your husband can't really remember all the details, and he doesn't want to seem like a bad husband and admit he wasn't actually listening to you each and every time, and he pretty much has to go along with it. I just about have the tickets bought now for said trip. It's great and I'm totally sure Greg hasn't caught on at all :)
* You can really spend a lot of money at Pier 1 Imports on 2 decorative pillows without even trying. Of course I do not know this from experience, at all. I'm just completely guessing.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Monday's observations
* Although a baby's face and fingers and hair and nose and toes all tend to get slimy and stinky, a baby's belly always has that new baby smell.
* It is very easy for said baby to get a death grip on a piece of your hair and yank it from your head as you're leaning over to smell that new baby smelling tummy.
* The Cat in the Hat is a really long book. We need a bookmark for it.
* I love waking up to 18 new well wishing emails in my inbox on my birthday. I think 28 is going to be a good year!
* You know your mother likes your husband when she buys you his favorite cake for your birthday. What is up with that?!?
* It's kinda funny that my husband and I text each other back and forth when we're within hollering distance.
* The book is always better than the movie. Gosh I love my book club!
* Asher has made his modelling debut in a handout for our baby massage class. He got the gig because not only is he is the poster child for this program considering as he loves the class, but my sister-in-law is also the administrative assistant. He is soo cute on it (I would show you but unfortunately I'm not technically literate enough to figure out how to make that happen).
* Sitting in the car waiting for your son to wake up when he's fallen asleep as you were out can feel like a really long wait, even if it is only a half an hour (note to self: leave a book in the car).
* It is very easy for said baby to get a death grip on a piece of your hair and yank it from your head as you're leaning over to smell that new baby smelling tummy.
* The Cat in the Hat is a really long book. We need a bookmark for it.
* I love waking up to 18 new well wishing emails in my inbox on my birthday. I think 28 is going to be a good year!
* You know your mother likes your husband when she buys you his favorite cake for your birthday. What is up with that?!?
* It's kinda funny that my husband and I text each other back and forth when we're within hollering distance.
* The book is always better than the movie. Gosh I love my book club!
* Asher has made his modelling debut in a handout for our baby massage class. He got the gig because not only is he is the poster child for this program considering as he loves the class, but my sister-in-law is also the administrative assistant. He is soo cute on it (I would show you but unfortunately I'm not technically literate enough to figure out how to make that happen).
* Sitting in the car waiting for your son to wake up when he's fallen asleep as you were out can feel like a really long wait, even if it is only a half an hour (note to self: leave a book in the car).
Monday, October 13, 2008
Monday's observations
* Trying to get your son rolling over on video is as challenging as trying to film a Spotted Leopard attack for a National Geographic documentary, and results in enough uneventful video clips to fill a terabyte size server (that joke is mainly for my husband, because who else in the world knows what the heck a terabyte is!).
*It has been one week since the centipede incident, and I am still checking my pillow every night, just in case. I am happy to report that there has been no more centipede spotting's in our home, or in my bed.
* I cannot cook a baked potato. I know it's not rocket science, but for some reason I can never seem to get the timing right. Do NOT come to my house for supper if this is what I'm serving.
* We got dumped by our kid. Seriously. We found out this week that our sponsor child from Honduras, who we sponsored through a reputable program, left us for another sponsorship program. Apparently the other program had better benefits. Well, Bianka, I hope that program has sponsors who write every month, and send stickers, and pictures, and cards, and postcards, and add the Christmas and birthday gift options and... GRRR. Really, I'm not bitter or anything.
* All those baby classes with Asher are really paying off... for me, that is. This week I got invited out by several other moms to lunch, to the Reel Babies movie, and to join a walking group called FitMAMA's. It's great! Oh, and Asher liked it all too :)
*I made a Tofurky for Thanksgiving. The name is slightly misleading though, since it would have you believe that this product would actually taste like a turkey and be good, but it's not. Don't try it. Really don't come to my house for supper if I'm serving baked potatoes and Tofurky.
* Do come to my house for supper though if I'm serving homemade baby food. This stuff is so easy to make you pretty much can't get it wrong! All you have to do is boil the crap out of whatever you're making, and then puree it until it's just about a liquid. This week I've made carrots and sweet potatoes. They are frozen and waiting for Asher to be big enough to try them (which, WHAAA, is in only 2 weeks!).
*It has been one week since the centipede incident, and I am still checking my pillow every night, just in case. I am happy to report that there has been no more centipede spotting's in our home, or in my bed.
* I cannot cook a baked potato. I know it's not rocket science, but for some reason I can never seem to get the timing right. Do NOT come to my house for supper if this is what I'm serving.
* We got dumped by our kid. Seriously. We found out this week that our sponsor child from Honduras, who we sponsored through a reputable program, left us for another sponsorship program. Apparently the other program had better benefits. Well, Bianka, I hope that program has sponsors who write every month, and send stickers, and pictures, and cards, and postcards, and add the Christmas and birthday gift options and... GRRR. Really, I'm not bitter or anything.
* All those baby classes with Asher are really paying off... for me, that is. This week I got invited out by several other moms to lunch, to the Reel Babies movie, and to join a walking group called FitMAMA's. It's great! Oh, and Asher liked it all too :)
*I made a Tofurky for Thanksgiving. The name is slightly misleading though, since it would have you believe that this product would actually taste like a turkey and be good, but it's not. Don't try it. Really don't come to my house for supper if I'm serving baked potatoes and Tofurky.
* Do come to my house for supper though if I'm serving homemade baby food. This stuff is so easy to make you pretty much can't get it wrong! All you have to do is boil the crap out of whatever you're making, and then puree it until it's just about a liquid. This week I've made carrots and sweet potatoes. They are frozen and waiting for Asher to be big enough to try them (which, WHAAA, is in only 2 weeks!).
Monday, October 6, 2008
Monday's observations
* Asher has yet to figure out that he can't actually nurse and babble at the same time, although he has spent a lot of time trying this week!
* Two totally separate people both told me on the same day that Asher is the cutest baby they have ever seen. Clearly I am not just biased here people.
* When changing a baby boys diaper, make sure the "weapon" is pointed down before closing up the shop. Failure to remember this simple trick could result in serious pee leakage, changing of bedding and boy, and copious amounts of laundry.
* Do NOT stand under an apple tree and reach to pick an apple while wearing your baby on your chest in a wrap. Someone could get hurt when a half a dozen apples comes raining down from the tree because you shook the branch! So that's why they say at the orchard "Pick at your own risk"!
* The Girl Guides look at you a little strange when they ask you if you'd like to buy a box of their chocolate mint cookies, and you eagerly jump up and down and say "Oh yes I would!". Apparently most 27 year old's don't do this. Strange.
* There needs to be more motivation for keeping one's eyebrows neat and trim. I pluck them, and 3 days later I have so much new growth that I need to pluck them again?!? Seriously, I can't keep up.
* Finding a centipede crawling on your pillow, and then telling your wife that it probably came in on her hair after apple picking is NOT a good idea.
* Two totally separate people both told me on the same day that Asher is the cutest baby they have ever seen. Clearly I am not just biased here people.
* When changing a baby boys diaper, make sure the "weapon" is pointed down before closing up the shop. Failure to remember this simple trick could result in serious pee leakage, changing of bedding and boy, and copious amounts of laundry.
* Do NOT stand under an apple tree and reach to pick an apple while wearing your baby on your chest in a wrap. Someone could get hurt when a half a dozen apples comes raining down from the tree because you shook the branch! So that's why they say at the orchard "Pick at your own risk"!
* The Girl Guides look at you a little strange when they ask you if you'd like to buy a box of their chocolate mint cookies, and you eagerly jump up and down and say "Oh yes I would!". Apparently most 27 year old's don't do this. Strange.
* There needs to be more motivation for keeping one's eyebrows neat and trim. I pluck them, and 3 days later I have so much new growth that I need to pluck them again?!? Seriously, I can't keep up.
* Finding a centipede crawling on your pillow, and then telling your wife that it probably came in on her hair after apple picking is NOT a good idea.
Monday, September 29, 2008
observations from the past week
* Nursing your baby inside your own car at a local park while a class of middle schoolers congregates directly outside your vehicle for a school-wide sporting event is a little awkward. OK, a lot awkward. A lot.
* Watching Asher roll over twice this weekend gave me as much pride as I imagine winning a gold medal would.
* On Second Cup's website, the aforementioned "best coffee in the world" is spelled White Mocha, while on the menu board at the store it is spelled White Mocca. Strange. And me knowing this has nothing to do with how often I've been there this week. Nothing.
* Somehow losing the use of your pinky finger makes the rest of your hand functionally useless as well. I know this because of an incident with a can of tomatoes that led to a pretty nasty cut, and a trip to the emergency room at our city's hospital after 4 hours of non-stop bleeding. Now I get to sport a trendy pinky finger cast of sorts until tomorrow. The good news is the triage nurse who works at the city hospital is an angel. Oh this deserves it's own point...
* The triage nurse who works at the city hospital is an angel. She took care of my gaping wound at the triage station so that I wouldn't have to wait the 7 hours to see a doctor about it. Although there were no stitches, this process did include lots of blood dripping incessantly into a sink, a little pain, some skin glue (who knew) and me almost passing out (nice one, Mandi, nice one).
* Asher is really into babbling away these days. It's the thing all the cool 5-month old babies are doing (how in the heck did Asher get to be 5-months old?!?!?).
* Watching Asher roll over twice this weekend gave me as much pride as I imagine winning a gold medal would.
* On Second Cup's website, the aforementioned "best coffee in the world" is spelled White Mocha, while on the menu board at the store it is spelled White Mocca. Strange. And me knowing this has nothing to do with how often I've been there this week. Nothing.
* Somehow losing the use of your pinky finger makes the rest of your hand functionally useless as well. I know this because of an incident with a can of tomatoes that led to a pretty nasty cut, and a trip to the emergency room at our city's hospital after 4 hours of non-stop bleeding. Now I get to sport a trendy pinky finger cast of sorts until tomorrow. The good news is the triage nurse who works at the city hospital is an angel. Oh this deserves it's own point...
* The triage nurse who works at the city hospital is an angel. She took care of my gaping wound at the triage station so that I wouldn't have to wait the 7 hours to see a doctor about it. Although there were no stitches, this process did include lots of blood dripping incessantly into a sink, a little pain, some skin glue (who knew) and me almost passing out (nice one, Mandi, nice one).
* Asher is really into babbling away these days. It's the thing all the cool 5-month old babies are doing (how in the heck did Asher get to be 5-months old?!?!?).
Monday, September 22, 2008
a few observations
*I really like walking outside in the fall. I love that I don't have to wear a coat, the sunshine still warms my skin, and the air feels crisp and fresh when I breath it in.
* My birthday is 24 days away! Greg is already in panic mode.
* The White Mocha from Second Cup is possibly the best coffee in the world. So good that I am almost tempted to bundle my son up and drive the 15 minutes each way every day just to get a taste of that white chocolate and espresso heavenly mixture.
* Asher is really cute in jeans.
* Asher half rolled over this weekend. Literally. As in, he was on his stomach and flipped the top half of him around so that his head and shoulders were facing up but his legs were still stuck the other way. No matter how much coaxing we did, he couldn't figure out how to get his legs over.
* Asher is starting to get a little strange around other people. This weekend when we dropped him off at my mom's for the afternoon, he would only stop crying when I held him and he stared at my parents with a look of equal parts heartbreak and fear-of-impending-doom. I guess I should be happy that he is securely attached to me, but man, it makes leaving hard!
* Every time Asher sleeps through the night, he also has a diaper blow-out. Why don't they make overnight diapers for babies where the back flap goes up to their neck or something? Because seriously I am not going to wake up in the middle of the night to change my son! Actually, maybe more of a full body diaper contraption would work best, because sometimes those leaks can spring from any which place.
* I saw a bottle last week in a store of "doe-in-heat deer urine". I'm not kidding. Deer urine. And from a doe in heat, at that. Whose job is it to collect that stuff anyways? It apparently attracts bucks during hunting season. I almost thought of buying a bottle for my father-in-law and then I realized that, hello, he is a hunter so he probably already stock piles this stuff in his garage or something. Oh, and buying it would have meant I actually would have had to touch the bottle. As if!
* Buying that 5lb box of chocolate truffles from Costco was such a bad idea. I guess I'm about to start walking a lot more this fall!
* My birthday is 24 days away! Greg is already in panic mode.
* The White Mocha from Second Cup is possibly the best coffee in the world. So good that I am almost tempted to bundle my son up and drive the 15 minutes each way every day just to get a taste of that white chocolate and espresso heavenly mixture.
* Asher is really cute in jeans.
* Asher half rolled over this weekend. Literally. As in, he was on his stomach and flipped the top half of him around so that his head and shoulders were facing up but his legs were still stuck the other way. No matter how much coaxing we did, he couldn't figure out how to get his legs over.
* Asher is starting to get a little strange around other people. This weekend when we dropped him off at my mom's for the afternoon, he would only stop crying when I held him and he stared at my parents with a look of equal parts heartbreak and fear-of-impending-doom. I guess I should be happy that he is securely attached to me, but man, it makes leaving hard!
* Every time Asher sleeps through the night, he also has a diaper blow-out. Why don't they make overnight diapers for babies where the back flap goes up to their neck or something? Because seriously I am not going to wake up in the middle of the night to change my son! Actually, maybe more of a full body diaper contraption would work best, because sometimes those leaks can spring from any which place.
* I saw a bottle last week in a store of "doe-in-heat deer urine". I'm not kidding. Deer urine. And from a doe in heat, at that. Whose job is it to collect that stuff anyways? It apparently attracts bucks during hunting season. I almost thought of buying a bottle for my father-in-law and then I realized that, hello, he is a hunter so he probably already stock piles this stuff in his garage or something. Oh, and buying it would have meant I actually would have had to touch the bottle. As if!
* Buying that 5lb box of chocolate truffles from Costco was such a bad idea. I guess I'm about to start walking a lot more this fall!
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