Our salt water aquarium has been "fishless" for long enough! This weekend, we went to the pet store and chose out a nice sixline wrasse.
Little guy loves to watch him swimming around the tank. He points up at him and yells "fish!" I just hope this one lives longer than the last one. There are so many preditors living in the live rock (pistol shrimp, creepy worm creatures that come out at night etc...), only the tough ones have any chance of survival.
He doesn't have a name yet, so send in your suggestions!
Sunday, January 28, 2007
Friday, January 26, 2007
It finally caught us
For the last two weeks we've been trying to dodge the stomach flu that's been going around our caregiver's home. But despite our best efforts, the virus found us in the end. Last night I suffered with nausea and severe stomach cramps for three or four hours. Just as I was starting to feel better, the little guy barfed all over his bed. Poor duck! Like me, his symptoms disappeared very quickly. We were very lucky -- some of the others who were infected we horribly sick for days.
We are still contagious, so stay away!!!
PS - JL, if you are reading this, my record still stands. I didn't actually puke! I'm still on track to break my 15-year no-puke record. I have 14 years and 2 months to go.
We are still contagious, so stay away!!!
PS - JL, if you are reading this, my record still stands. I didn't actually puke! I'm still on track to break my 15-year no-puke record. I have 14 years and 2 months to go.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Lots of updates
Finally, I have a moment to sit down and write. Here is the latest on the little guy:
- He's going through a couple of phases that we hope will soon pass. In particular, the "putting his finger up his nose" phase, and the "throwing everything in sight into the toilet" phase. For those of you who haven't heard the story yet - he threw our friend's cell phone into the toilet, as well as a tupperware container full of cream cheese icing. He's also very fond of throwing toys in the toilet and splashing his hands around in toilet water. Luckily he hasn't yet hit the "flushing the toilet" stage....
- He's now points at objects and names them. Car! Light! Cat! Dog! Box!
- Barnyard Dance is still his favourite book, but his reading list has diversified slightly. Thank God!!!!
- I think he must take after me -- he loves shoe shopping! He is now the very proud owner of some swanky new shoes and boots. Clomp, Clomp, Clomp!!!
- We had a great visit with Amma a couple of weeks ago. While she was here, it was go, go, go to the splash pool, art gallery, hiking trail, restaurants etc...Amma was very impressed with his fork handling skills. While eating at a restaurant he reached across the table, stabbed a piece of lettuce off of Amma's plate, and gobbled it down :-)
That's it for now!
- He's going through a couple of phases that we hope will soon pass. In particular, the "putting his finger up his nose" phase, and the "throwing everything in sight into the toilet" phase. For those of you who haven't heard the story yet - he threw our friend's cell phone into the toilet, as well as a tupperware container full of cream cheese icing. He's also very fond of throwing toys in the toilet and splashing his hands around in toilet water. Luckily he hasn't yet hit the "flushing the toilet" stage....
- He's now points at objects and names them. Car! Light! Cat! Dog! Box!
- Barnyard Dance is still his favourite book, but his reading list has diversified slightly. Thank God!!!!
- I think he must take after me -- he loves shoe shopping! He is now the very proud owner of some swanky new shoes and boots. Clomp, Clomp, Clomp!!!
- We had a great visit with Amma a couple of weeks ago. While she was here, it was go, go, go to the splash pool, art gallery, hiking trail, restaurants etc...Amma was very impressed with his fork handling skills. While eating at a restaurant he reached across the table, stabbed a piece of lettuce off of Amma's plate, and gobbled it down :-)
That's it for now!
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Part 5: at the table
We have about a million table shots of baby boy (thank goodness for digital cameras!). He acts like such a goof at the table that we just can't help ourselves! Here are just a few of the recent ones. As you can see, he loves drinking out of an espresso cup and trying to eat with chopsticks.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Part 4: 'twas the day before x-mas
It was a green Christmas this year. On Christmas eve day, we went for a nice drive in the country and stopped in a quaint little town for a walk in the beautiful sunshine. Here are my favourite pictures from our adventure that day.
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
Part 3: little monkey
Is it just me, or does baby boy look just like Curious George from behind? There is a picture of Curious George in the sleeve of Jack Johnson's Curious George CD that looks just like this picture. (By the way, the Jack Johnson CD is awesome!)
Some day he's going to kill me for posting this photo on the internet, but it's just so hilarious that I had no choice! He looks like one of those bobble head thing-a-ma-jiggies!
Monday, January 08, 2007
Part 2: Photo series
Baby boy is somewhat of a ham when you point a camera in his direction. In this series of photos, he tries out some different poses. Canada's next top baby model? Work it, work it!
Sunday, January 07, 2007
Photo launch
It seems like forever since I posted any pictures. So today I will post the first of a five-part series of photos featuring the little guy.
I'll start with some pictures from his birthday. That day, his playgroup threw him a party with cupcakes and everything!
I took this picture the morning of his birthday, just before heading out to the party. He was still doing some crawling back then. Within a week or two of this photo he gave up crawling completely in favour of walking.
Here he is at playgroup, shaking things up!
In honour of his birthday, one of the parent's from the playgroup baked cupcakes. Having never eaten a cupcake before, he wasn't too sure what to do with it. He kept picking it up, studying it, and throwing it back in his snack bowl. Finally, I persuaded him to take a bite. He really didn't like it!
I'll start with some pictures from his birthday. That day, his playgroup threw him a party with cupcakes and everything!
I took this picture the morning of his birthday, just before heading out to the party. He was still doing some crawling back then. Within a week or two of this photo he gave up crawling completely in favour of walking.
Here he is at playgroup, shaking things up!
In honour of his birthday, one of the parent's from the playgroup baked cupcakes. Having never eaten a cupcake before, he wasn't too sure what to do with it. He kept picking it up, studying it, and throwing it back in his snack bowl. Finally, I persuaded him to take a bite. He really didn't like it!
Friday, January 05, 2007
My interview with a 1-year old
Q: Would you like to go downstairs for breakfast?
A: Yes!
Q: Are you hungry for lunch?
A: Yes!
Q: Would you like some snack?
A: Yes! Nack!
Q: Is it time for dinner?
A: Yes!
Q: Are you all done?
A: awwww done! awww done! AWW DONE!!!!!
Q: Did you do a pee pee?
A: Dadadadada (pause) hsssss...
Q: Is that a yes or a no?
A: Hahaha!
Q: Is it time to get dressed?
A: ocks (translation: socks)
Q: Can we put on your mitts and hat?
A: Itts! Attt!
Q: Where are your teeth?
A: (points to his teeth)
Q: Is it time for your bath?
A: Ba ba ba ba ba!
Q: Do you have anything else you would like to add?
A: Yes! Eight! Ice! Hot! Mom! Juice! Bye!
A: Yes!
Q: Are you hungry for lunch?
A: Yes!
Q: Would you like some snack?
A: Yes! Nack!
Q: Is it time for dinner?
A: Yes!
Q: Are you all done?
A: awwww done! awww done! AWW DONE!!!!!
Q: Did you do a pee pee?
A: Dadadadada (pause) hsssss...
Q: Is that a yes or a no?
A: Hahaha!
Q: Is it time to get dressed?
A: ocks (translation: socks)
Q: Can we put on your mitts and hat?
A: Itts! Attt!
Q: Where are your teeth?
A: (points to his teeth)
Q: Is it time for your bath?
A: Ba ba ba ba ba!
Q: Do you have anything else you would like to add?
A: Yes! Eight! Ice! Hot! Mom! Juice! Bye!
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
In search of the perfect gift
I gave the little guy a plastic broom and dust pan for Christmas. He was thrilled! Now he has the equipment he so desperately needed to clean the floors. Next, I'm going to get him a toy vacuum (better yet, I'll teach him how to use the REAl vacuum!). They are gifts that only a small child would appreciate. My brother tried giving my mom a vacuum for Christmas a few years ago. He never heard the end of it, she was so insulted. It was almost as bad as the time I gave her a non-stick frying pan. I'm still in the dog house for that 20 years later. These types of gifts make her feel like a household slave. Never mind that she really needed a new vacuum and frying pan (we were just trying to be helpful!). Does the fact that she gave my hubby a swiffer mop for x-mas a few years ago make up for it?
In November, my 4-year old nephew gave my brother a very thoughtful birthday gift -- a couple of used batteries he found lying around the house, and some printer paper that my brother had brought home from work. He beamed with pride as he watched his dad (my brother) open up that gift. Later on, he said, "Dad, can I borrow some of your paper?" It truly was the perfect gift, topped only by a gift my brother gave my mom when he was a young child -- an old toothbrush he stumbled upon in the medicine cabinet. He wrapped up that toothbrush and carefully hid it in one of my dad's smelly old running shoes. It was the toothbrush that my mom used to scrub the toilets with.... What more could a mother want?
If only finding the perfect gift was as easy as it was when you were 4. There would be no need to fight the crowds in search of the perfect thing. You wouldn't have to, because that old shaving cream can that you dug out of the garbage can has "dad" written all over it. And that red, metal coathanger that you bent in half and hid in the toilet tank is just what mom needs.
I tell you, those preschoolers could really teach us a thing or two about the makings of a perfect gift!
In November, my 4-year old nephew gave my brother a very thoughtful birthday gift -- a couple of used batteries he found lying around the house, and some printer paper that my brother had brought home from work. He beamed with pride as he watched his dad (my brother) open up that gift. Later on, he said, "Dad, can I borrow some of your paper?" It truly was the perfect gift, topped only by a gift my brother gave my mom when he was a young child -- an old toothbrush he stumbled upon in the medicine cabinet. He wrapped up that toothbrush and carefully hid it in one of my dad's smelly old running shoes. It was the toothbrush that my mom used to scrub the toilets with.... What more could a mother want?
If only finding the perfect gift was as easy as it was when you were 4. There would be no need to fight the crowds in search of the perfect thing. You wouldn't have to, because that old shaving cream can that you dug out of the garbage can has "dad" written all over it. And that red, metal coathanger that you bent in half and hid in the toilet tank is just what mom needs.
I tell you, those preschoolers could really teach us a thing or two about the makings of a perfect gift!
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
New Year's resolutions
Why make them. I will only break them.
Every year I say I'm going to lose weight, exercise more, and eat healthier. That lasts for about a week or two and then I fall back into my old bad habits. Have you ever gone to the gym at the beginning of January? It's full of people just like me. People who go out strong and then hit the wall. Have you ever gone to the gym at the beginning of February? Empty. Except for the die hards (don't you just hate them....).
Resolution don't work for me because there are no consequences for failing. I know that if I don't succeed this year, I can try again next year. There also aren't any fantastic payoffs for succeeding. Sure, I would look and feel better, and have an amazing sense of accomplishment yadda, yadda, yadda. But that, in itself, doesn't motivate me. I need to win a big prize -- like a puppy dog or a trip to France.
Maybe I'm going about this the wrong way....
Maybe I need to resolve to go to France and adopt a puppy. It makes perfect sense now! French people aren't fat, yet they consume a lot of cheese and wine. I could learn a thing or two about weight management from the French. And, getting a dog would force me to exercise more, because I'd have to take it for lots of walks. So....the side effects of these big ticket resolutions would be weight loss, a balanced diet rich in cheese and wine, and more exercise -- what great motivation! Plus I'd get to go to France and get a puppy!
Happy New Year everyone!
Every year I say I'm going to lose weight, exercise more, and eat healthier. That lasts for about a week or two and then I fall back into my old bad habits. Have you ever gone to the gym at the beginning of January? It's full of people just like me. People who go out strong and then hit the wall. Have you ever gone to the gym at the beginning of February? Empty. Except for the die hards (don't you just hate them....).
Resolution don't work for me because there are no consequences for failing. I know that if I don't succeed this year, I can try again next year. There also aren't any fantastic payoffs for succeeding. Sure, I would look and feel better, and have an amazing sense of accomplishment yadda, yadda, yadda. But that, in itself, doesn't motivate me. I need to win a big prize -- like a puppy dog or a trip to France.
Maybe I'm going about this the wrong way....
Maybe I need to resolve to go to France and adopt a puppy. It makes perfect sense now! French people aren't fat, yet they consume a lot of cheese and wine. I could learn a thing or two about weight management from the French. And, getting a dog would force me to exercise more, because I'd have to take it for lots of walks. So....the side effects of these big ticket resolutions would be weight loss, a balanced diet rich in cheese and wine, and more exercise -- what great motivation! Plus I'd get to go to France and get a puppy!
Happy New Year everyone!
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
We survived another Christmas!
Other than blowing the budget, we got through Christmas unscathed. We actually had a pretty relaxing time.
On Christmas eve day we went for a nice drive in the country. We stopped in a cute little town, went for a walk, and ducked into a tearoom for lunch. For dinner we prepared a beautiful prime rib roast dinner, which we paired nicely with a fine bottle of red wine. Once baby was asleep, we sat in front of the fire while sipping hot beverages. It was magnificent!
Christmas morning was a lot of fun. Baby boy was in his glory ripping at the wrapping paper, and rummaging through boxes. He was just as interested in our gifts as he was his own. When Daddy opened up a package containing a wooden spoon, he could barely contain his excitement! It was almost as cool as the banged up old cooking pot that he has taken to carrying with him wherever he goes.
We had Christmas dinner with our second family. Not blood relatives, but close friends who always take us in for the holidays. Baby boy loves going there as much as we do. Not only is it an opportunity to visit with his best buddy who is two months older than him, he is showered with attention by all of the aunts, uncles, young nieces, grandma and grandpa etc... He feels right at home at these family gatherings, and so do we.
My hubby likes to tell people that we did the "Christmas dodge" this year. No game of tug-o-war between my mom and the inlaws. No hauling eveything and the kitchen sink across the country. No racing around. And, best of all, no "guilt." I deflected it really well this year determined not to let it consume me. Now that baby boy is in the picture, it's time for us to start new traditions, here at home.
Merry (belated) Christmas everyone!
On Christmas eve day we went for a nice drive in the country. We stopped in a cute little town, went for a walk, and ducked into a tearoom for lunch. For dinner we prepared a beautiful prime rib roast dinner, which we paired nicely with a fine bottle of red wine. Once baby was asleep, we sat in front of the fire while sipping hot beverages. It was magnificent!
Christmas morning was a lot of fun. Baby boy was in his glory ripping at the wrapping paper, and rummaging through boxes. He was just as interested in our gifts as he was his own. When Daddy opened up a package containing a wooden spoon, he could barely contain his excitement! It was almost as cool as the banged up old cooking pot that he has taken to carrying with him wherever he goes.
We had Christmas dinner with our second family. Not blood relatives, but close friends who always take us in for the holidays. Baby boy loves going there as much as we do. Not only is it an opportunity to visit with his best buddy who is two months older than him, he is showered with attention by all of the aunts, uncles, young nieces, grandma and grandpa etc... He feels right at home at these family gatherings, and so do we.
My hubby likes to tell people that we did the "Christmas dodge" this year. No game of tug-o-war between my mom and the inlaws. No hauling eveything and the kitchen sink across the country. No racing around. And, best of all, no "guilt." I deflected it really well this year determined not to let it consume me. Now that baby boy is in the picture, it's time for us to start new traditions, here at home.
Merry (belated) Christmas everyone!
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Oh the funny things you do
Life has been pretty stressful around here lately. Thankfully, I get a bit of comic relief in the form of a 1-year old. Over the last few days he's done so many hilarious things that I need to share with everyone.
Right now he's going through a phase where he constantly wants to mimic everything the mom and dad do. He is particularly interested in the broom and dustpan, and all of the excitement around sweeping the floor (hmmmm....how long until he outgrows that, I wonder?). Wherever he goes, he liked to drag along our old metal duspan. If we accidentally leave the baby gate open, he sees it as an opportunity to sneak the dustpan up the stairs. A couple of days ago, he was watching dad load the dishwasher (another fascination of his!). Being the helpful little guy he is, he walked over and loaded the duspan into the dishwasher, just like a plate.
He's also quite into rooting through cupboards these days in search of treasure. This morning he struck gold. You guessed it -- he found my breast pump! And when you find something that good, it's hard to let it go. Which is why he insisted on bringing it with him to breakfast, and then proceeded to fill the suction full of cheerios.
What else??
Now that he's got the hang of walking, he's given up crawling completely. Not only does this make him feel more independent, it also frees up both of his hands to haul things. He almost always carries around a can, or some other packaged food item in one hand, and a CD case in the other. Or somtimes he just carries around his toy bucket. When I cook dinner he wanders in and out of the kitchen to show me all of the objects he's collected. By the time he goes to bed, the kitchen is littered with the strangest array objects.
Walking has also made it much easier to greet people at the door. When the UPS guy showed up at the door this afternoon, the little guy toddled over to greet him and then promptly slammed the door on his face. I just about died of laughter!
And finally....a story that is funny after the fact, but wasn't so funny when it happened. This morning I was letting his rear end air out (diaper rash is back). It's a dangerous business, leaving a 1-year old to roam without a diaper. Without giving you all the gory details, let's just say that I was up to my ears in sh#t this morning!!! And....right after I finished cleaning up that fun mess, the little guy managed to grab my travel coffee mug off the dining room table. I was in the kitchen making a snack when I heard this strangebanging noise. When I went to inspect, I found him sitting in a huge puddle of cold coffee, happily banging my mug against the floor. He looked as though he had swam through it -- he was that wet!!! He'd also done some great coffee finger painting on the walls.
Is there no end to the funny things you do?
Right now he's going through a phase where he constantly wants to mimic everything the mom and dad do. He is particularly interested in the broom and dustpan, and all of the excitement around sweeping the floor (hmmmm....how long until he outgrows that, I wonder?). Wherever he goes, he liked to drag along our old metal duspan. If we accidentally leave the baby gate open, he sees it as an opportunity to sneak the dustpan up the stairs. A couple of days ago, he was watching dad load the dishwasher (another fascination of his!). Being the helpful little guy he is, he walked over and loaded the duspan into the dishwasher, just like a plate.
He's also quite into rooting through cupboards these days in search of treasure. This morning he struck gold. You guessed it -- he found my breast pump! And when you find something that good, it's hard to let it go. Which is why he insisted on bringing it with him to breakfast, and then proceeded to fill the suction full of cheerios.
What else??
Now that he's got the hang of walking, he's given up crawling completely. Not only does this make him feel more independent, it also frees up both of his hands to haul things. He almost always carries around a can, or some other packaged food item in one hand, and a CD case in the other. Or somtimes he just carries around his toy bucket. When I cook dinner he wanders in and out of the kitchen to show me all of the objects he's collected. By the time he goes to bed, the kitchen is littered with the strangest array objects.
Walking has also made it much easier to greet people at the door. When the UPS guy showed up at the door this afternoon, the little guy toddled over to greet him and then promptly slammed the door on his face. I just about died of laughter!
And finally....a story that is funny after the fact, but wasn't so funny when it happened. This morning I was letting his rear end air out (diaper rash is back). It's a dangerous business, leaving a 1-year old to roam without a diaper. Without giving you all the gory details, let's just say that I was up to my ears in sh#t this morning!!! And....right after I finished cleaning up that fun mess, the little guy managed to grab my travel coffee mug off the dining room table. I was in the kitchen making a snack when I heard this strangebanging noise. When I went to inspect, I found him sitting in a huge puddle of cold coffee, happily banging my mug against the floor. He looked as though he had swam through it -- he was that wet!!! He'd also done some great coffee finger painting on the walls.
Is there no end to the funny things you do?
Friday, December 08, 2006
Sorry it's taken so long to write
I've had one hell of a week (well, two weeks actually)!
First it was the mad rush to get everything on my "to do" list done before I went back to work. The list was as long as my arm. Then I had to prepare for the little guy's first birthday party. And, no sooner were the birthday celebrations over -- BAM! I was back to work.
I started a new job on Monday. I cried when I said goodbye in the morning. I cried again when I walked by a a woman and her baby on my lunch break. But I haven't cried since. I think I got it out of my system because I'm feeling much better now.
Baby boy is also feeling much better about daycare. He isn't protesting when he gets dropped off in the morning. It's now become a familiar routine -- and routine is comforting. His days are fun-filled, and I know he is in an environment where he is happy and well loved.
But we're both exhausted. I took today off to help ease the transition. He slept most of the morning, and he's up there napping again. I should probably go join him....I forgot how exhausting starting a new job could be. It's doubly exhausting when you are up once or twice a night with a baby.
To top it off, the poor little guy had the worst diaper rash of his life this week. And now he's teething again. Sighhhhh....It must be tough to be a baby!
I'm looking forward to a nice relaxing weekend. Wish me luck!
First it was the mad rush to get everything on my "to do" list done before I went back to work. The list was as long as my arm. Then I had to prepare for the little guy's first birthday party. And, no sooner were the birthday celebrations over -- BAM! I was back to work.
I started a new job on Monday. I cried when I said goodbye in the morning. I cried again when I walked by a a woman and her baby on my lunch break. But I haven't cried since. I think I got it out of my system because I'm feeling much better now.
Baby boy is also feeling much better about daycare. He isn't protesting when he gets dropped off in the morning. It's now become a familiar routine -- and routine is comforting. His days are fun-filled, and I know he is in an environment where he is happy and well loved.
But we're both exhausted. I took today off to help ease the transition. He slept most of the morning, and he's up there napping again. I should probably go join him....I forgot how exhausting starting a new job could be. It's doubly exhausting when you are up once or twice a night with a baby.
To top it off, the poor little guy had the worst diaper rash of his life this week. And now he's teething again. Sighhhhh....It must be tough to be a baby!
I'm looking forward to a nice relaxing weekend. Wish me luck!
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Proud mom moments
I've had many proud mom moments -- particularly in the last few months. The little guy has gone from crawling, to climbing, and now to walking in such a short time. Last night he walked all the way across the room holding a metal spatula, with a huge grin on his face. I don't know who was more proud!
Every day he learns something new, and every day I burst with pride.
I can't believe he's going to be 1-year old tomorrow. Where did the time go?
Every day he learns something new, and every day I burst with pride.
I can't believe he's going to be 1-year old tomorrow. Where did the time go?
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
He saw his shadow
The little guy discovered his shadow this morning. Does this mean a shorter winter? I sure hope so!
Baby boy got really excited when he noticed a strange dark figure moving against the wall. He touched it, and waved his hands around and watched it imitate his every move. I took this as an opportunity to put on a shadow puppet show. Who needs television? For the little guy this was prime time entertainment!
Now, when I ask him where his shadow is, he looks across the room at that same wall. Where could it be? He hasn't quite figured out that his shadow follows him everywhere.
Baby boy got really excited when he noticed a strange dark figure moving against the wall. He touched it, and waved his hands around and watched it imitate his every move. I took this as an opportunity to put on a shadow puppet show. Who needs television? For the little guy this was prime time entertainment!
Now, when I ask him where his shadow is, he looks across the room at that same wall. Where could it be? He hasn't quite figured out that his shadow follows him everywhere.
Monday, November 27, 2006
New tricks
The little guy has added a couple of new tricks to his repetoire.
- As of last night, he can walk! Although he's not quite a marathoner yet, he can take three or four steps without holding on. And....he can multitask. This morning he took three steps while holding a toy in each of his hands.
- Last week the remote control for our stereo went missing. We looked high and low and couldn't find it anywhere. The mystery of the lost remote was finally solved when I witnessed baby boy pull it out of a perrier box. It turns out that, among his new tricks, he's become a pack rat! He's been using that box to stash plastic lids, a metal espresso cup, graham crakers etc.... Last night I caught him trying to box up one of my hubby's sandals.
In other news, daycare integration is going well. Today he was too busy playing with the other kids that he didn't even notice me walk through the door. Drop-offs are still a little rough, but once he gets distracted by all the toys, he feels right at home!
- As of last night, he can walk! Although he's not quite a marathoner yet, he can take three or four steps without holding on. And....he can multitask. This morning he took three steps while holding a toy in each of his hands.
- Last week the remote control for our stereo went missing. We looked high and low and couldn't find it anywhere. The mystery of the lost remote was finally solved when I witnessed baby boy pull it out of a perrier box. It turns out that, among his new tricks, he's become a pack rat! He's been using that box to stash plastic lids, a metal espresso cup, graham crakers etc.... Last night I caught him trying to box up one of my hubby's sandals.
In other news, daycare integration is going well. Today he was too busy playing with the other kids that he didn't even notice me walk through the door. Drop-offs are still a little rough, but once he gets distracted by all the toys, he feels right at home!
Monday, November 20, 2006
Quick update
Gotta chase baby....huff, puff, huff, puff
He's mastered stair climbing in the last 24 hours. So today we've been going up and down, up and down, and up and down the stairs some more! I figure I might as well let the novelty wear off. In between laps, we've been dancing to the tunes on his new Sharon, Lois and Bram CD. How can such a little guy have so much energy? Mommy is exhausted!
In other news, the second visit with the caregiver didn't go so well. He kept looking at the door for me, and had a few teary breakdowns. When I came to pick him up, he clung on to me and cried and cried and cried. I just about joined him.... My heart has been aching ever since. Do I really have to go back to work????
He's mastered stair climbing in the last 24 hours. So today we've been going up and down, up and down, and up and down the stairs some more! I figure I might as well let the novelty wear off. In between laps, we've been dancing to the tunes on his new Sharon, Lois and Bram CD. How can such a little guy have so much energy? Mommy is exhausted!
In other news, the second visit with the caregiver didn't go so well. He kept looking at the door for me, and had a few teary breakdowns. When I came to pick him up, he clung on to me and cried and cried and cried. I just about joined him.... My heart has been aching ever since. Do I really have to go back to work????
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Go organic!
I was inspired to join a local organics club after hearing an interview with Thomas Pawlick, author of The end of food: How the food industry is destroying our food supply - and what we can do about it. His book is full of disturbing facts about supermarket produce -- including how many of the tomatoes found there are gassed to make them turn red. An interview with Pawlick can be found online at http://gremolata.com/buford.htm. It's pretty disturbing stuff!
In any case, it sparked me to rethink the fruits and veggies I feed my family. They deserve fresh produce that is pesticide and sodium (yes, sodium!) free, and rich with nutrients (unlike many found in the supermarket that are mass produced in nutrient depleted soil).
I signed up for a weekly $20 organics basket. This week it contained: 2 lemons, 2 avacados, 1 bunch of celery, 2 zuccinis, 2 green peppers, 2 kiwis, 6 plums, 3 apples, a bunch of kale, a large container of strawberries and a basket of cherry tomatoes. I couldn't by that for $20 - organic or not at this time of year! It's a really good deal. Plus, now that I'm a member, I get a discount on all organic products.
The only challenge my basket has created thus far is: what do I make out of kale? If you have any good kale recipes, let me know!
I can't wait to get the next basket. I love that you don't know in advance what you're going to get. It's like x-mas morning every week (oh god, I'm such a nerd!!!).
In any case, it sparked me to rethink the fruits and veggies I feed my family. They deserve fresh produce that is pesticide and sodium (yes, sodium!) free, and rich with nutrients (unlike many found in the supermarket that are mass produced in nutrient depleted soil).
I signed up for a weekly $20 organics basket. This week it contained: 2 lemons, 2 avacados, 1 bunch of celery, 2 zuccinis, 2 green peppers, 2 kiwis, 6 plums, 3 apples, a bunch of kale, a large container of strawberries and a basket of cherry tomatoes. I couldn't by that for $20 - organic or not at this time of year! It's a really good deal. Plus, now that I'm a member, I get a discount on all organic products.
The only challenge my basket has created thus far is: what do I make out of kale? If you have any good kale recipes, let me know!
I can't wait to get the next basket. I love that you don't know in advance what you're going to get. It's like x-mas morning every week (oh god, I'm such a nerd!!!).
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Separation anxiety
The little guy doesn't suffer from separation anxiety. I do.
Yesterday I left him at the caregiver's house for two hours as part of our strategy for easing him into daycare. I was so nervous, I felt sick to my stomach. It was the first time I had ever left him at someone else's house.
I had a meeting with my boss during those two hours, and I kept on stealing glances at my watch. When the meeting was over I practically sprinted all the way to the caregiver's house. My mind was racing. What if he felt abandoned? Has he been crying since I left? He's still so young -- he just won't understand!
When I got to her door, I could see my little guy through the window. He was pushing a kitchen stool around the house with a big grin on his face, just like he does at home. I realized at that moment that I was the one who who couldn't handle the separation. He was just fine. That's hard on the maternal ego!
Next week he'll be going there again for a couple of hours. I'm already dreading it. What am I going to do with myself while he's there? How will I stop myself from worrying? People keep telling me it will get easier over time. I hope so, because I'm a wreck!
Yesterday I left him at the caregiver's house for two hours as part of our strategy for easing him into daycare. I was so nervous, I felt sick to my stomach. It was the first time I had ever left him at someone else's house.
I had a meeting with my boss during those two hours, and I kept on stealing glances at my watch. When the meeting was over I practically sprinted all the way to the caregiver's house. My mind was racing. What if he felt abandoned? Has he been crying since I left? He's still so young -- he just won't understand!
When I got to her door, I could see my little guy through the window. He was pushing a kitchen stool around the house with a big grin on his face, just like he does at home. I realized at that moment that I was the one who who couldn't handle the separation. He was just fine. That's hard on the maternal ego!
Next week he'll be going there again for a couple of hours. I'm already dreading it. What am I going to do with myself while he's there? How will I stop myself from worrying? People keep telling me it will get easier over time. I hope so, because I'm a wreck!
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