Ian's been saying a few words lately. He started using 'uh-oh' a few weeks ago. He'd drop something off the highchair tray or hear something crash in the kitchen or something and shout out 'uh-oh'. When we were together with Craig's family for Father's Day, Ian spilled a can of pop on the picnic table while he was sitting up there and right away said, "uh-oh". He got a good laugh from everyone.
He's been saying 'ma' a lot too. I didn't really think it meant anything except that he was basically calling to me. 'Ma', give me more food. 'Ma', I like that game, do it again. Then we were out for dinner last night and family rules state that you have to eat your meat and veggies before digging into the fries. Ian ate some of his meat and veggies so Craig gave him one french fry with the intention of getting Ian to eat more meat after. Well Ian started shouting, "Ma, ma, ma," over and over when Craig wouldn't give him another french fry and instead tried to get Ian to eat another piece of chicken. I finally figured out that he's telling us that he wants More. All this time I thought he was calling to me when really he was doing exactly what I've been teaching him to do: that is tell me he wants More.
Then this morning Craig let me sleep in and I guess Ian was getting into some trouble with the fireplace tools; touching them and what-not. I vaguely remember hearing Craig telling Ian, "No," and hearing Ian squawk a little at the scolding. Craig told me later when I finally crawled out of bed that Ian clearly shouted, "No," back to Craig. Ian told him off!! Shaun's reaction was to say, "I can't believe it." Shaun knows the Big Trouble that comes from being saucy to Craig or I so he couldn't believe Ian was daring enough to give Craig lip. We had a good chuckle over the past week's verbal events while drinking coffee together this morning.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Did I Miss The Announcement?
I'm sure I did. There must have been one back in the early spring or something and I just missed it because my life is crazy. Or maybe I flipped the calendar too early and it's still May.
I don't really know but this freaking weather is driving me completely insane! Seriously, it's nearly the middle of June and we're still below normal temps and the rain just won't go away for more than a day at a time. Sheesh, I don't mind the rain so much in the spring but come on already! Enough! All the knowitall weather guys on the radio this morning said things like, "it looks like it'll rain today but the moisture will keep south of the lake", "today will be cloudy, but don't worry, there won't be any rain", "the system that's hanging over the region will stick around for the day but we'll miss the rain." Yeah, what do they know. It's been raining since noon. Yep, 8 hours of miserable drizzle. The kind that makes my hair do strange and unnatural things and makes the boys grouchy because everything just feels damp.
I just want to crawl into bed and sleep until July when it *should* be nicer out. Hibernate in the winter? That's old-school. Hibernating until all the miserable weather is gone in the spring: that's where it's at.
I don't really know but this freaking weather is driving me completely insane! Seriously, it's nearly the middle of June and we're still below normal temps and the rain just won't go away for more than a day at a time. Sheesh, I don't mind the rain so much in the spring but come on already! Enough! All the knowitall weather guys on the radio this morning said things like, "it looks like it'll rain today but the moisture will keep south of the lake", "today will be cloudy, but don't worry, there won't be any rain", "the system that's hanging over the region will stick around for the day but we'll miss the rain." Yeah, what do they know. It's been raining since noon. Yep, 8 hours of miserable drizzle. The kind that makes my hair do strange and unnatural things and makes the boys grouchy because everything just feels damp.
I just want to crawl into bed and sleep until July when it *should* be nicer out. Hibernate in the winter? That's old-school. Hibernating until all the miserable weather is gone in the spring: that's where it's at.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Chipmunkey
Today was the first time I've witnessed Shaun playing interactively with another child who is, essentially, a stranger. We went to the park after dinner and there was another little boy there who looked to be about 4 or so. Shaun was shy at first but they quickly hit it off and Shaun shared some of his apple slices with the little boy. Then they went off running together, chatting about how scary the slide is.
Shaun returned about 5 minutes later with his cheeks stuffed full of apple. I said to him that he should swallow his food because his new friend wouldn't be able to understand him if his mouth was full - not to mention, it's rude! But he explained to me that his cheeks were full because he was pretending to be a chipmunk. The little boy's chipmunk. Apparently he was a baby chipmunk named, get this, Chipmunkey. Genious!
It was just so neat watching the two of them talking with one another and designing this whole game all on their own. I've never been able to see Shaun play with another child like this, although I'm told he does it at preschool all the time.
The only downside was I have NO idea where this little guy's mother was. There were maybe a half dozen families at the park but this little guy never checked in with his mom so I never got to catch a glimpse of her. Potentially, Shaun and this little guy could be in the same class in September so it's too bad that I don't know who he belongs to. I'll have to head back to the same park over the next few nice days and hope they return.
Shaun returned about 5 minutes later with his cheeks stuffed full of apple. I said to him that he should swallow his food because his new friend wouldn't be able to understand him if his mouth was full - not to mention, it's rude! But he explained to me that his cheeks were full because he was pretending to be a chipmunk. The little boy's chipmunk. Apparently he was a baby chipmunk named, get this, Chipmunkey. Genious!
It was just so neat watching the two of them talking with one another and designing this whole game all on their own. I've never been able to see Shaun play with another child like this, although I'm told he does it at preschool all the time.
The only downside was I have NO idea where this little guy's mother was. There were maybe a half dozen families at the park but this little guy never checked in with his mom so I never got to catch a glimpse of her. Potentially, Shaun and this little guy could be in the same class in September so it's too bad that I don't know who he belongs to. I'll have to head back to the same park over the next few nice days and hope they return.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Q/A
What do you say when your nearly 4 years old 3 year old starts asking questions you can't really answer? Wing it.
Question: Old people die because they have lots of kids and are tired. Why do babies die?
Answer: Well honey, sometimes babies die because they get sick, just like you and me and Daddy sometimes get sick. Except, sometimes babies bodies just aren't strong enough to get them healthy again so they die. That's why it's so important for us to keep our bodies healthy so that, hopefully, we won't get any babies sick. That's also why it's important to wash our hands and not touch babies faces unless their Mummy says it's okay.
Question: If guns are bad, why do good pirates sometimes carry guns?
Answer: Sometimes good people do bad things, like carry guns. People make mistakes, just like sometimes you bonk your brother and make him cry. But you don't hurt him on purpose and you always say you're sorry after. Good pirates make mistakes too. They should carry parrots instead of guns, huh?
Question: How did Daddy's part of the baby get in your belly?
Answer: Mummy has a special place on my body where Daddy puts his part of the baby. It's kind of like a teeny tiny piece of a baby that moves around and finds the part of the baby that I have in my body already. Then they get together and become friends and make a baby that grows in my belly. Kinda wierd that there's a baby in my belly huh?
Question: Why do the things outside the van window sometimes go faster than other things?
Answer: Because the things that are farther away, like that barn out in the field, are farther than the things that are close, like the posts on the side of the road. Even though they're both moving the same speed, the ones that are close look like they're going faster because they're right in front of your eyes.
Question: When there's rain in the sky and it doesn't rain, how does it move somewhere else if there's no wind?
Answer: Even though we can't feel any wind today there's still lots of wind up in the sky. Here we're protected by the trees and our house and lots of buildings, up in the sky there's nothing in the way of the wind so it blows the rain clouds somewhere else. Aren't you glad for the wind? I didn't want it to rain here again today. Someone else can have it. Like maybe Gramma and Grampa!
Question: Old people die because they have lots of kids and are tired. Why do babies die?
Answer: Well honey, sometimes babies die because they get sick, just like you and me and Daddy sometimes get sick. Except, sometimes babies bodies just aren't strong enough to get them healthy again so they die. That's why it's so important for us to keep our bodies healthy so that, hopefully, we won't get any babies sick. That's also why it's important to wash our hands and not touch babies faces unless their Mummy says it's okay.
Question: If guns are bad, why do good pirates sometimes carry guns?
Answer: Sometimes good people do bad things, like carry guns. People make mistakes, just like sometimes you bonk your brother and make him cry. But you don't hurt him on purpose and you always say you're sorry after. Good pirates make mistakes too. They should carry parrots instead of guns, huh?
Question: How did Daddy's part of the baby get in your belly?
Answer: Mummy has a special place on my body where Daddy puts his part of the baby. It's kind of like a teeny tiny piece of a baby that moves around and finds the part of the baby that I have in my body already. Then they get together and become friends and make a baby that grows in my belly. Kinda wierd that there's a baby in my belly huh?
Question: Why do the things outside the van window sometimes go faster than other things?
Answer: Because the things that are farther away, like that barn out in the field, are farther than the things that are close, like the posts on the side of the road. Even though they're both moving the same speed, the ones that are close look like they're going faster because they're right in front of your eyes.
Question: When there's rain in the sky and it doesn't rain, how does it move somewhere else if there's no wind?
Answer: Even though we can't feel any wind today there's still lots of wind up in the sky. Here we're protected by the trees and our house and lots of buildings, up in the sky there's nothing in the way of the wind so it blows the rain clouds somewhere else. Aren't you glad for the wind? I didn't want it to rain here again today. Someone else can have it. Like maybe Gramma and Grampa!
Monday, June 8, 2009
Blueberries
It's approaching berry season in Ontario and the grocery stores are filled with sweet, juicy berries of every variety. Ian has taken a special liking to blueberries. I make sure to halve or quarter them before tossing them on his tray but he gobbles them up as quickly as I can slice them. The last couple of days he's had odd clumps in his diaper and only this morning did I realize what the clumps are: blueberry skins. Since the poor guy doesn't have any teeth with which to chew, he basically just smushes the berries in his gums and swallows them. Evidently a 10 month old's digestive system is a little immature still and can't digest blueberry skins (though I haven't checked my own waste recently to see if my digestive system is working at it's full potential) so they've been coming out in his diaper. At least all the blueberry seeds are keeping him regular.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Of the Female Variety
I woke up early this morning from Ian squawking because his blankets were crumpled down by his feet and he was cold. I tiptoed into his room and gently covered him back up and then stumbled to the bathroom to pee. While I was sitting on the can I remembered the dream I was in the middle of when I awoke.
I'm pregnant with a girl. My dream told me so. She's going to be a tiny, brown haired little thing. I'm not one to ever believe dreams and I rarely even TRY to remember what my dream was about because that's how much I really don't care. But the dreams I had for both the boys were right so I'm kinda putting a lot of weight on this one.
Watch, I'll have a boy now! Only 10 weeks or so until we find out!
I'm pregnant with a girl. My dream told me so. She's going to be a tiny, brown haired little thing. I'm not one to ever believe dreams and I rarely even TRY to remember what my dream was about because that's how much I really don't care. But the dreams I had for both the boys were right so I'm kinda putting a lot of weight on this one.
Watch, I'll have a boy now! Only 10 weeks or so until we find out!
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Zone Defense
I've embraced my new role as a mother of three but that doesn't change the fact that we can't use man to man defense anymore. I'm watching the end of the hockey season intently, trying to pick up as many pointers from the shorthanded team as I can. By January I should be proficient in zone defense.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Real Estate
Just over 8 weeks in. Craig commented this afternoon on the baby's demand for real estate. I figured it was time for a picture. Granted, my abs just aren't what they were pre-children and my boobs have seen better days, especially since I'm still nursing Ian but you get the idea. This baby's alive and well, apparently!Monday, May 25, 2009
Generation Text
I don't text. Neither does Craig. Never have. Never will.
We have a cell phone that we never use. As of right now it doesn't have any time on it (it's a PayAsYouGo style). The last time I remember it having time was back in the winter when we were driving back and forth from the old house to this one and would bring it in case we got stuck in the snow or something. I tried to turn it on this afternoon and the battery was dead. I can't even remember the last time I actually tried to turn it on before today.
The point is: we survive without one. I'll admit, there's been times when we've kicked ourselves for not having one (case and point, today at the dump with the boys) but by and large we never need one. I can't believe how many people I see with those ridiculous BlueTooth gadgets stuck to their ears or a cell phone flipped open while they rifle through their purse or try to change their baby's diaper. It's sickening that so many think that they simply MUST speak to this person at this very moment.
But what appals me moreso than the obsessive cell phone usage is the texting! And not only the simple act of texting, it's the downright terrible grammar and spelling that it seems everyone uses these days!
Since when has it been acceptable to write 'ur', use the number 4 instead of typing 'for', referring to another person as 'u' and all the disgusting short forms like TTYL, LMAO, and ROTFLMAO? I just don't understand the whole thing. I'd be willing to bet that all these teens who obsessively text are terrible English students!
We have a cell phone that we never use. As of right now it doesn't have any time on it (it's a PayAsYouGo style). The last time I remember it having time was back in the winter when we were driving back and forth from the old house to this one and would bring it in case we got stuck in the snow or something. I tried to turn it on this afternoon and the battery was dead. I can't even remember the last time I actually tried to turn it on before today.
The point is: we survive without one. I'll admit, there's been times when we've kicked ourselves for not having one (case and point, today at the dump with the boys) but by and large we never need one. I can't believe how many people I see with those ridiculous BlueTooth gadgets stuck to their ears or a cell phone flipped open while they rifle through their purse or try to change their baby's diaper. It's sickening that so many think that they simply MUST speak to this person at this very moment.
But what appals me moreso than the obsessive cell phone usage is the texting! And not only the simple act of texting, it's the downright terrible grammar and spelling that it seems everyone uses these days!
Since when has it been acceptable to write 'ur', use the number 4 instead of typing 'for', referring to another person as 'u' and all the disgusting short forms like TTYL, LMAO, and ROTFLMAO? I just don't understand the whole thing. I'd be willing to bet that all these teens who obsessively text are terrible English students!
Hours of Operation
I love doing neat, original things with the boys (okay, mostly for Shaun since Ian simply doesn't care yet) that are preferably free to try and support whatever it is that Shaun's currently interested in.
Last summer he was really into diggers and the like: I spent most of July sitting on a blanket at the side of the road that was being reconstructed by our old house watching the excavators and front-end loaders. He was really into knights and castles: I hauled out the Little People Castle set and we took him to Medieval Times for an evening of dinner theatre. This week it's recycling and garbage trucks. So what did I do? Brilliant ol' me thought it a terrific idea to head to the city dump after dinner to try and catch a glimpse of the trucks as they were unloading. We followed 3 recycling trucks into the compound, parked at the recycling depot and sat on the curb for half an hour watching the trucks unload the glass bottles from their trucks. Then there was a front-end loader that would push all the broken glass back into the pile once each truck left. The driver was waving at Shaun and beeping his horn. Shaun was quite impressed.
Shortly after 6PM I loaded the boys back into the van and headed for the front gate. It was locked and the only way to open it was with a combination, like the kind for the kitchen at McDonalds. There was no one in sight except for the one guy driving the loader back at the depot but I wasn't about to search around for him. I drove back to the parking lot and noticed a pick-up truck pull in to the lot at the next building. When they drove up the road toward the gate I quickly followed, hoping they'd let me out.
I still don't really understand a couple of things: why the city feels the need to place heavy duty chains and combination locks on the gates for the recycling centre; and why they don't have their hours of operation clearly posted. There was no security when I entered, no one knew I was there, yet someone left and locked the gate behind them without knowing that there was anyone left inside.
It turned out that the people in the pick-up didn't have the code either and were from the University collecting rain barrels from the buildings in the compound. We drove around the dump for a while (Shaun got a pretty neat behind-the-scenes look at garbage, recycling and composting) and when we finally made our way back to the front gate, the guy who had been driving the front-end loader was on his way out too and was able to open the gate for us. I don't even want to think about what would have happened if we hadn't been there when he was leaving. Shaun was joking that we'd have to sleep on the glass bottles. I didn't have my cell phone on me and there wasn't a single other car in the whole compound. Lesson: learned!
Last summer he was really into diggers and the like: I spent most of July sitting on a blanket at the side of the road that was being reconstructed by our old house watching the excavators and front-end loaders. He was really into knights and castles: I hauled out the Little People Castle set and we took him to Medieval Times for an evening of dinner theatre. This week it's recycling and garbage trucks. So what did I do? Brilliant ol' me thought it a terrific idea to head to the city dump after dinner to try and catch a glimpse of the trucks as they were unloading. We followed 3 recycling trucks into the compound, parked at the recycling depot and sat on the curb for half an hour watching the trucks unload the glass bottles from their trucks. Then there was a front-end loader that would push all the broken glass back into the pile once each truck left. The driver was waving at Shaun and beeping his horn. Shaun was quite impressed.
Shortly after 6PM I loaded the boys back into the van and headed for the front gate. It was locked and the only way to open it was with a combination, like the kind for the kitchen at McDonalds. There was no one in sight except for the one guy driving the loader back at the depot but I wasn't about to search around for him. I drove back to the parking lot and noticed a pick-up truck pull in to the lot at the next building. When they drove up the road toward the gate I quickly followed, hoping they'd let me out.
I still don't really understand a couple of things: why the city feels the need to place heavy duty chains and combination locks on the gates for the recycling centre; and why they don't have their hours of operation clearly posted. There was no security when I entered, no one knew I was there, yet someone left and locked the gate behind them without knowing that there was anyone left inside.
It turned out that the people in the pick-up didn't have the code either and were from the University collecting rain barrels from the buildings in the compound. We drove around the dump for a while (Shaun got a pretty neat behind-the-scenes look at garbage, recycling and composting) and when we finally made our way back to the front gate, the guy who had been driving the front-end loader was on his way out too and was able to open the gate for us. I don't even want to think about what would have happened if we hadn't been there when he was leaving. Shaun was joking that we'd have to sleep on the glass bottles. I didn't have my cell phone on me and there wasn't a single other car in the whole compound. Lesson: learned!
Sunday, May 24, 2009
7 1/2 Week Ultrasound
You know what's funny? I think I've come full circle as far as early ultrasounds go. Back in the day, before I had children of my own, I wasn't all that interested in other people's ultrasounds. They just looked like blobs to me. I was excited for them because it was their baby, but I couldn't recognize anything they were pointing out to me and even if I could, I didn't really care.
Then I got pregnant with Shaun and every ultrasound was a picture of my baby that I treasured. I carried that first ultrasound in my purse and showed anyone who would look. Same story with Ian. Now that I'm on baby #3 and pregnancy #5 I'm back at the start again. This baby, while I know it's growing inside me and I'm so excited to meet it, I can't really tell too much from the blurry picture. I can recognize the leg buds and where the yolk sac, brain and eyeballs are but that's about it. I certainly won't be carrying around this picture with me. It's not that I don't care, I've just evolved as a Mum and I realize now that ultrasound images are much more important to the parents than anyone else. Just for the record though, I posted this picture for those of you who have been consistently harassing me for pictures! :P
Red Lobster
Melissa surprised us last night and offered to look after Shaun and Ian while we went out for dinner together. We looked after her 3 boys for the day since her nanny had asked for the day off and her husband is back on the ship for 5 weeks. We aren't able to get out together very often without at least one kid in tow so we took advantage of the opportunity and went to Red Lobster. Delicious! I remember as a little girl I went to Red Lobster with my parents and complained the whole time about what I was eating. We never returned there again. Come to think of it, we didn't eat out much at all growing up. It must have been because of the expense. So anyway, thanks so much to Melissa for the terrific treat! We'll be sure to repay you soon!
What is it about vitamins that makes my stomach so upset? When I was pregnant with Shaun I could take my prenatals any time I wanted with no ill effects. I'd always take them right before bed, after brushing my teeth. Then with Ian I learned - after barfing many times right after heading to bed - that I had to take them with food. At the very least I needed to have a glass or orange juice or milk in my tummy. This time I just can't stomach them at all. No matter what's in my stomach I get nauseated within about 10 minutes. I'll have to ask my midwife about that and possibly switch brands.
My belly's growing. Already. I knew that this baby would demand a lot of real estate early on because it's been such a short time since Ian occupied that space but I never realized how quickly it would happen. There's been a couple of people (one lady who came to sell me some of her maternity clothes and the cashier at the grocery store) who have asked me how far along I am. I've had to answer sheepishly that I'm only 8 weeks.
My midwife's office called late last week to confirm my due date (December 31, exactly what I thought it was) and to schedule my first appointment. The reason they've waited this long is because we really didn't know when I was due since I had only one period before getting pregnant, and it was loooong before I actually got pregnant. Anyway, Pooja, who delivered Ian was supposed to be on holidays for 3 weeks starting at the end of December; and Amanda, who was also present when Ian was born, was also scheduled to be on holidays at close to the same time. But once the ultrasound came back, Pooja actually delayed her holidays until January 11 so that she'd be around to deliver me! How cool is that?! Man, I LOVE midwives!! And just for the record, providing everything continues normally and without complications, we'll be birthing this baby at home again. At least we'll be more prepared this time and I won't have to ruin all my nice, white towels with blood from the birth.
Ultrasound pictures to come. I'm getting ready to scan them right now.
What is it about vitamins that makes my stomach so upset? When I was pregnant with Shaun I could take my prenatals any time I wanted with no ill effects. I'd always take them right before bed, after brushing my teeth. Then with Ian I learned - after barfing many times right after heading to bed - that I had to take them with food. At the very least I needed to have a glass or orange juice or milk in my tummy. This time I just can't stomach them at all. No matter what's in my stomach I get nauseated within about 10 minutes. I'll have to ask my midwife about that and possibly switch brands.
My belly's growing. Already. I knew that this baby would demand a lot of real estate early on because it's been such a short time since Ian occupied that space but I never realized how quickly it would happen. There's been a couple of people (one lady who came to sell me some of her maternity clothes and the cashier at the grocery store) who have asked me how far along I am. I've had to answer sheepishly that I'm only 8 weeks.
My midwife's office called late last week to confirm my due date (December 31, exactly what I thought it was) and to schedule my first appointment. The reason they've waited this long is because we really didn't know when I was due since I had only one period before getting pregnant, and it was loooong before I actually got pregnant. Anyway, Pooja, who delivered Ian was supposed to be on holidays for 3 weeks starting at the end of December; and Amanda, who was also present when Ian was born, was also scheduled to be on holidays at close to the same time. But once the ultrasound came back, Pooja actually delayed her holidays until January 11 so that she'd be around to deliver me! How cool is that?! Man, I LOVE midwives!! And just for the record, providing everything continues normally and without complications, we'll be birthing this baby at home again. At least we'll be more prepared this time and I won't have to ruin all my nice, white towels with blood from the birth.
Ultrasound pictures to come. I'm getting ready to scan them right now.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Thunder Stealing
I spread the news of our third baby to the family yesterday. Craig and I worked together to pick through a pile of photos from Ian's birth up until now and then put them into a short video montage. Then we emailed the link to all the family. It was fun to get the calls of congratulations as they came in because now we know who checks their email regularly and who doesn't!
Then my brother called tonight. He and his wife have been married about 3 1/2 years. He's a stock manager at a surplus store in London and she's in university full time. Apparently, I stole their thunder with our news yesterday because he told me they're pregnant too!!! Due in the middle of December, only a couple of weeks before I am. Talk about an awesome month for my parents. Now they'll certainly have to buy that minivan: from 3 to 5 grandchildren in only hours.
It wasn't intentional but I think I'll have to call myself a professional Thunder Stealer now.
Then my brother called tonight. He and his wife have been married about 3 1/2 years. He's a stock manager at a surplus store in London and she's in university full time. Apparently, I stole their thunder with our news yesterday because he told me they're pregnant too!!! Due in the middle of December, only a couple of weeks before I am. Talk about an awesome month for my parents. Now they'll certainly have to buy that minivan: from 3 to 5 grandchildren in only hours.
It wasn't intentional but I think I'll have to call myself a professional Thunder Stealer now.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Six Weeks, 9 Months, 3 years 8 months, Drafted Post from May 9, 2009
The ages of my kids right now. Granted, the youngest is still gestating but you get the idea.
The child that is growing in my womb is six weeks old today. I am due to give birth to this child in 34 weeks.
Baby's heart is beating. Baby is twitching. Baby is about the same size as a kidney bean, it's heart as tiny as a sesame seed. Baby makes me tired, feel sick and constipated.
When we talk about the future now we talk about having 3 children. It includes thoughts on where the carseats will go in the van, how we will afford Disney World in 3 years, finding a babysitter, carpooling, grocery shopping for so many mouths, laundry, having only 3 bedrooms.
But I am so happy. I love this baby. I love my family. I love my life. I already picture us as a family with three children. I imagine myself bundling up 2 boys and wrapping my bulging belly in a sweater as we hurry outside in the cold. I picture our bedroom all set up for a home birth. When I daydream of days spent at the beach I see a family of 5. I see myself carrying an infant and Shaun holding Ian's hand as we stroll to the park.
This baby surprised us but it was always wanted.
Three's a Crowd, Drafted Post from April 24, 2009
I cried - a lot - when I first realized we were growing our family. I want three children and I've made it very clear to Craig that my intention is to have 3 eventually but not now. My personality is Type A - I have to plan things. Everything. This was not in the plans for right now. I've lost control over something that I always thought was in my control. What are we going to do?!
Obviously we'll have the baby. No question there. But how will we adjust to a third baby when our second is only 16 months old?
My home childcare just opened and my first client starts at the end of June. When the baby comes I'll have a 16 month old of my own, a 17 month old that I'm looking after and a nearly 4 1/2 year old. Goodness.
It's not that I'm not grateful. It's just that this comes as such a surprise. We struggled for 19 long months to get pregnant with Ian. There were 2 devastating miscarriages in that time. We started to think that we'd never be able to have another healthy child. We looked to fertility treatments and had a start date set when we learned that Ian was coming along. My mind is drowning thinking about how our lives will change with a third child.
Obviously we'll have the baby. No question there. But how will we adjust to a third baby when our second is only 16 months old?
My home childcare just opened and my first client starts at the end of June. When the baby comes I'll have a 16 month old of my own, a 17 month old that I'm looking after and a nearly 4 1/2 year old. Goodness.
It's not that I'm not grateful. It's just that this comes as such a surprise. We struggled for 19 long months to get pregnant with Ian. There were 2 devastating miscarriages in that time. We started to think that we'd never be able to have another healthy child. We looked to fertility treatments and had a start date set when we learned that Ian was coming along. My mind is drowning thinking about how our lives will change with a third child.
Another Blessing, Drafted Post from April 23, 2009
I simply can't believe it. I took this after dinner tonight. I sort of had a feeling but never imagined I was actually pregnant. We've been using contraception. I was charting as part of our family planning but we were using VCF too. When my temperature remained high after ovulation I started getting a little suspicious but figured my body was still getting back on track. I'm still breastfeeding Ian and I've only had one post partum period. Go figure Craig's swimmers would get through the barrier of spermicide and that my body was actually ovulating. I guess God had other plans for us.
Cat's Outta the Bag
It's time I figure. We're thrilled to announce that we will be expecting our third child sometime after Christmas this year!!! I had an ultrasound this morning and everything appears to be going well. Our baby is growing and has landed in the right place. Although this baby is coming much sooner than we would have planned, we're both feeling very blessed right now and can't wait to have a busy house full of little feet!
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Smells like...
I went out this afternoon to run some errands with the boys and picked up one of those scented oil refills. When we returned home, Shaun stayed outside to play and I put Ian in the playroom while I unpacked the bags. Well, wouldn't you know it, at the very same moment as Ian fell backwards into a bin of toys and Shaun called me to help him from outside, I dropped the damn thing and it smashed into 856 (yes, that exact amount) tiny shards of razor sharp glass all over the kitchen floor. And the oil splattered everywhere too.
Thank goodness Ian isn't crawling yet because after spending a brief moment cussing, I was able to quickly console him then run outside to help Shaun while leaving the glass all over the kitchen. When I came back inside I foolishly used a damp dishrag to mop up the oil. Now the dishrag and the laundry room and my hands reek. Scented oil is nice in small puffs, not when it's all over your hands and permeating everything. Next time I'll use paper towel, since that's what we buy the stuff for. See how cheap I am? My first thought was to wipe up scented oil with something reusable. What was I thinking???
In the meantime the house smells like Morning Rain, according to Febreeze Air Effects. I think it smells like Too Much Air Freshener.
Thank goodness Ian isn't crawling yet because after spending a brief moment cussing, I was able to quickly console him then run outside to help Shaun while leaving the glass all over the kitchen. When I came back inside I foolishly used a damp dishrag to mop up the oil. Now the dishrag and the laundry room and my hands reek. Scented oil is nice in small puffs, not when it's all over your hands and permeating everything. Next time I'll use paper towel, since that's what we buy the stuff for. See how cheap I am? My first thought was to wipe up scented oil with something reusable. What was I thinking???
In the meantime the house smells like Morning Rain, according to Febreeze Air Effects. I think it smells like Too Much Air Freshener.
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