This will be my last post for this blog.
Sadly, I will be creating a new blog. A PRIVATE blog. A blog address that will be given out to people that are close to me, and are truly reading it because they enjoy reading it just as much as I enjoy writing it. This was about my personal life, I have even gone into some detail at some points. About my life with my family and my son.
The reason behind making a new one is strictly because of one person.
All of the time that I have put into this blog making a personal thing and adding my photos and the comments... worthless. I hope you feel good about yourself.
I am crushed.
I truly thought that I had only given out my address to a few people that I am close to (but am thankful for those fellow bloggers that have found me and check in). I had a connection with this one certain girl (so I thought) -- whom I won't name. I thought we clicked. I guess that's Karma biting me in the ass for being nice.
I know it's you. I have done my homework.
So, I am not going to go into any further detail, but when you are standing around the water cooler... you can pass it along that I am uncertain about where my next home will be. We have not made any decisions as a family, let alone to be made public. I hope that airing my personal life has brought you some great gossip.
Have a great day.
*Anyone that would like my new blog address when I get time to create one after packing and finding a place; please either get a hold of me via Facebook, leave me just your first name on here in the comment box (I'll know who you are) or through email. Thanks.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Can You Smell That?
This was SO funny at the time... I can only hope that I can put it into words to make you laugh as well.
Andy and I were driving back from K town on Tuesday, I usually sit in the back with Hudson and fold the front passenger seat down so it's wide open. Hudson gets some hands-0n entertainment for the long journey, and I stretch out. It's a win/win situation.
At the last minute we decided to bring my brother back home with us. Andy needed another helper for work, and Chris could use the money. Dad hadn't seen him since the short visit at Christmas. He jumps in the front seat and I stay in the back.
After driving for a while, we have to stop and do a diaper change. I do so, and after picking up a few things and stretching out we are back on the road. A short while later, Chris looks over his shoulder and asks me if Hudson pooped again.
I do the *Mommy-smell check* and tell him, 'No'.
Chris is in the front, and he's smelling around; "Snnniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiifff.... haaaaaaaaaaaa."
"I smell poop!" he says.
And again.
"Snnniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiifff.... Haaaaaaaaaaa," Taking in all the air his lungs will allow.
"NO, I SMELL POOP!"
He's getting revved up about it. So I do another smell check, and nothing.
"Snnniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiffffffffff... Haaaaaaaaaaaa." He sucks up more air. And even more.
"THAT'S POOP!!! YEAH!! THAT'S POOP FOR SURE!!!"
I smell nothing.
I look over at Andy, and he's busting a gut laughing. It was him!!!!! Chris is now choking and gagging, and we were laughing to the point of tears.
Andy and I were driving back from K town on Tuesday, I usually sit in the back with Hudson and fold the front passenger seat down so it's wide open. Hudson gets some hands-0n entertainment for the long journey, and I stretch out. It's a win/win situation.
At the last minute we decided to bring my brother back home with us. Andy needed another helper for work, and Chris could use the money. Dad hadn't seen him since the short visit at Christmas. He jumps in the front seat and I stay in the back.
After driving for a while, we have to stop and do a diaper change. I do so, and after picking up a few things and stretching out we are back on the road. A short while later, Chris looks over his shoulder and asks me if Hudson pooped again.
I do the *Mommy-smell check* and tell him, 'No'.
Chris is in the front, and he's smelling around; "Snnniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiifff.... haaaaaaaaaaaa."
"I smell poop!" he says.
And again.
"Snnniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiifff.... Haaaaaaaaaaa," Taking in all the air his lungs will allow.
"NO, I SMELL POOP!"
He's getting revved up about it. So I do another smell check, and nothing.
"Snnniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiffffffffff... Haaaaaaaaaaaa." He sucks up more air. And even more.
"THAT'S POOP!!! YEAH!! THAT'S POOP FOR SURE!!!"
I smell nothing.
I look over at Andy, and he's busting a gut laughing. It was him!!!!! Chris is now choking and gagging, and we were laughing to the point of tears.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Life Lately
My head is spinning out of control.
I have so much that I want to post about. However, I do not have the time. I have packing to do. My little family has to be out of our home by the 25th of this month... Our family has no home to move to. I know that we have our spacious holiday trailer that will definately get us by, and there is always the option of staying at my Dad's place if need be.
I am awake all hours of the night, thinking. Fall asleep fine, and then at 2 am to 5 am... awake. (Maybe I should give T a call.) Hudson is up at 7:30 or so, only giving me a couple of hours a night. My mind gets away from me, and even with all of the thinking that I am doing nothing seems to be getting resolved. I am stressed to the MAX. If it were spring, I would not have half of this anxiety. We could build a house, and take our time to have it the way that we (I) want it.
Clearly not an option.
Andy also has thrown the idea of relocating into the mix. We went away for the weekend and looked at 32 houses in just 2 days. It is so hard! Either you get a new house with absolutely no yard (not really an option when the little man and the dog will need space), or an old shack with a great yard. You can wish for a package deal in one hand, and shit in the other.
We (He) found a house that is in a fair price range, and has a great yard and a pool ( I would have to fence it off with a baby and a dog). It is desert-hot there so the pool would be great I am sure. The house has potential, and with Andy's capable hands I am sure that I could have a great house. A couple of downfalls though, It is an 8 hour drive away from here and it could be costly to relocate. I will keep you updated.
I have family here, friends here, work here, daycare set up here, nail clients here. What I am trying to say is, I have a life here. I love security, and that's what it all boils down to. I hate change.
Andy says that sometimes change is good.
Another thing tht I am pissy about is that my birthday was on Monday, and it was just a day. An ordinary day. I was feeling a bit blue and feeling sorry for myself from the lack of sleep trend, and house hunting in another province. Not that I am expecting anything (really I am not)... Buuuuuuut... Andy usually goes out of his way for my birthday. He always has. I may have gotten my hopes up a bit. We did for dinner, but I had no appetite.
He did however, buy me something that is off getting sized. Rather than looking at it, I told him to hang onto it and when it comes in and he picks it up to give it to me then --and I will even act surprised. I would like him to put forth and effort to create a 'birthday' whatever the date of the month is. I do not have much excitement (or positive) these days in my life, and he needs to pull his head out of his ass. Monetary things are great, yes, but I still need to feel appreciated. I would do it for him, even if it came down to plugging an easy-bake oven into the car adapter and whipping up a 'cake' in the back seat. (I would.)
My migraines are becoming quite frequent, and my stomach is constantly hurting and bloated. I have not been eating worth a lick, food just doesn't taste so good after the initail bite or two. I know that the next 2 weeks are going to be crazy, and everything will work out. Maybe then I will feel good again.
I have signed up (and paid so there is no backing out now) to walk/jog the 1/2 marathon in Kelowna on October 13th. It is 21.1 km's, and I truly am looking forward to it. I have not decided yet if I am going to take Hudson in the jogger stroller yet. Even if I am the second last (I would never allow myself to be last), I am still doing it, and doing it for myself. Training to walk that far may just keep me focused to lose that last 15 lbs that is hanging around.
The little dude is doing well, very vocal with his new sounds. He pulls himself up on pantlegs and such, and pushes himself backwards and rolls around to get to where he wants to be. Baby food is quickly becoming a thing of the past, grilled cheese is his new favorite lunch. He is awesome, and I am thankful for him bringing me back to earth when I feel like I can't take anymore lately.
Whew! I feel a bit better. Everything happens for a reason, and I can't wait to look back and see what all this stress amounts to.
I have so much that I want to post about. However, I do not have the time. I have packing to do. My little family has to be out of our home by the 25th of this month... Our family has no home to move to. I know that we have our spacious holiday trailer that will definately get us by, and there is always the option of staying at my Dad's place if need be.
I am awake all hours of the night, thinking. Fall asleep fine, and then at 2 am to 5 am... awake. (Maybe I should give T a call.) Hudson is up at 7:30 or so, only giving me a couple of hours a night. My mind gets away from me, and even with all of the thinking that I am doing nothing seems to be getting resolved. I am stressed to the MAX. If it were spring, I would not have half of this anxiety. We could build a house, and take our time to have it the way that we (I) want it.
Clearly not an option.
Andy also has thrown the idea of relocating into the mix. We went away for the weekend and looked at 32 houses in just 2 days. It is so hard! Either you get a new house with absolutely no yard (not really an option when the little man and the dog will need space), or an old shack with a great yard. You can wish for a package deal in one hand, and shit in the other.
We (He) found a house that is in a fair price range, and has a great yard and a pool ( I would have to fence it off with a baby and a dog). It is desert-hot there so the pool would be great I am sure. The house has potential, and with Andy's capable hands I am sure that I could have a great house. A couple of downfalls though, It is an 8 hour drive away from here and it could be costly to relocate. I will keep you updated.
I have family here, friends here, work here, daycare set up here, nail clients here. What I am trying to say is, I have a life here. I love security, and that's what it all boils down to. I hate change.
Andy says that sometimes change is good.
Another thing tht I am pissy about is that my birthday was on Monday, and it was just a day. An ordinary day. I was feeling a bit blue and feeling sorry for myself from the lack of sleep trend, and house hunting in another province. Not that I am expecting anything (really I am not)... Buuuuuuut... Andy usually goes out of his way for my birthday. He always has. I may have gotten my hopes up a bit. We did for dinner, but I had no appetite.
He did however, buy me something that is off getting sized. Rather than looking at it, I told him to hang onto it and when it comes in and he picks it up to give it to me then --and I will even act surprised. I would like him to put forth and effort to create a 'birthday' whatever the date of the month is. I do not have much excitement (or positive) these days in my life, and he needs to pull his head out of his ass. Monetary things are great, yes, but I still need to feel appreciated. I would do it for him, even if it came down to plugging an easy-bake oven into the car adapter and whipping up a 'cake' in the back seat. (I would.)
My migraines are becoming quite frequent, and my stomach is constantly hurting and bloated. I have not been eating worth a lick, food just doesn't taste so good after the initail bite or two. I know that the next 2 weeks are going to be crazy, and everything will work out. Maybe then I will feel good again.
I have signed up (and paid so there is no backing out now) to walk/jog the 1/2 marathon in Kelowna on October 13th. It is 21.1 km's, and I truly am looking forward to it. I have not decided yet if I am going to take Hudson in the jogger stroller yet. Even if I am the second last (I would never allow myself to be last), I am still doing it, and doing it for myself. Training to walk that far may just keep me focused to lose that last 15 lbs that is hanging around.
The little dude is doing well, very vocal with his new sounds. He pulls himself up on pantlegs and such, and pushes himself backwards and rolls around to get to where he wants to be. Baby food is quickly becoming a thing of the past, grilled cheese is his new favorite lunch. He is awesome, and I am thankful for him bringing me back to earth when I feel like I can't take anymore lately.
Whew! I feel a bit better. Everything happens for a reason, and I can't wait to look back and see what all this stress amounts to.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
IBTC...
The Itty-Bitty-Titty-Committee called today. They said that they were more than happy to welcome me back!
I have officially stopped breastfeeding all together, and the boobs-- they are a shrinkin'! Little dude was biting me every time, even while half asleep. I tried to keep going... but, it is what it is. We had a good go, we did our best. He seems to be doing okay with just formula now, and I am feeling okay physically.
So far, so good.
I have officially stopped breastfeeding all together, and the boobs-- they are a shrinkin'! Little dude was biting me every time, even while half asleep. I tried to keep going... but, it is what it is. We had a good go, we did our best. He seems to be doing okay with just formula now, and I am feeling okay physically.
So far, so good.
Monday, August 31, 2009
All Good Things Come To An End
All good things really do come to an end, and in Hudson's case it is so very true. Sadly, his breastfeeding days are drawing to a close. As much as I know he loves it, it is time.
Before I had even gotten pregnant, I was quite adamant that breastfeeding was not for me. When I did finally get pregnant, I questioned it and put more of a serious thought into it. Then when he arrived, the nurse put him in my arms for the first time to be fed I didn't even hesitate. Without question, I wanted to.
It was by far the hardest thing I have ever done. In the beginning I remember gripping the chair because it was so painful. He couldn't latch properly, and I can recall the frustration like it was yesterday. However, I persevered and I was proud of myself for sticking to it.
It has gone well. The convenience of not washing bottles, quickly jumping in the back seat of the vehicle while out shopping, cuddling up in the morning and whipping the boob out in bed to get that extra wink of sleep. Looking down on his chubby little cheeks knowing that you are responsible for creating them is a pretty remarkable feeling as well.
However, I have been bit 5 times this week. I am not talking about a quick little nip here... I have checked for blood and teeth marks. I even tried to 'fake' a cry after he did it the third time, and he laughed! I just think that if he is biting, then he must be over it. My initial goal was to make it to 9 months so that the transition to cow's milk wasn't so hard. He is 3 weeks away from that mark, and I have given it a pretty good go already. It saddens me a little knowing it will soon be over, but I would love to keep my nipples in tact.
He does do the formula now. I have been giving him bottles when I am out, and one before bed to fill him up for the night. I hope the full time bottle transition goes well. He knows where the real deal is, and he frantically goes from side to side on the outside of my shirt when he wants it. I hope to make this the most pain-free for the two of us as possible. Maybe letting him have it only in the morning until we give it up completely. The horror stories I have heard about the pain of drying up frightens the hell out of me.
So, here we go. No boob in the day... Day one.
Before I had even gotten pregnant, I was quite adamant that breastfeeding was not for me. When I did finally get pregnant, I questioned it and put more of a serious thought into it. Then when he arrived, the nurse put him in my arms for the first time to be fed I didn't even hesitate. Without question, I wanted to.
It was by far the hardest thing I have ever done. In the beginning I remember gripping the chair because it was so painful. He couldn't latch properly, and I can recall the frustration like it was yesterday. However, I persevered and I was proud of myself for sticking to it.
It has gone well. The convenience of not washing bottles, quickly jumping in the back seat of the vehicle while out shopping, cuddling up in the morning and whipping the boob out in bed to get that extra wink of sleep. Looking down on his chubby little cheeks knowing that you are responsible for creating them is a pretty remarkable feeling as well.
However, I have been bit 5 times this week. I am not talking about a quick little nip here... I have checked for blood and teeth marks. I even tried to 'fake' a cry after he did it the third time, and he laughed! I just think that if he is biting, then he must be over it. My initial goal was to make it to 9 months so that the transition to cow's milk wasn't so hard. He is 3 weeks away from that mark, and I have given it a pretty good go already. It saddens me a little knowing it will soon be over, but I would love to keep my nipples in tact.
He does do the formula now. I have been giving him bottles when I am out, and one before bed to fill him up for the night. I hope the full time bottle transition goes well. He knows where the real deal is, and he frantically goes from side to side on the outside of my shirt when he wants it. I hope to make this the most pain-free for the two of us as possible. Maybe letting him have it only in the morning until we give it up completely. The horror stories I have heard about the pain of drying up frightens the hell out of me.
So, here we go. No boob in the day... Day one.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
The Dreaded Hair Appointment
After a great debate, I went back to the same *gasp* hairdresser as last time.
Living through the hell of the last experience, I pondered back and forth on whether or not to go. I had two options:
A: Now that she has gone through the embarrassment of having me call her to undo the orange damage, and put nearly 8 hours of her time into 'fixing' it, she would learn from her lesson and redeem herself.
B: Go to a new hairdresser altogether and hope it doesn't happen again.
Choosing the first option, I went in for another evening appointment. There she stood in front of me, happy as a clam. It took everything in me to put forth a phony positive attitude in return. (Feelings were likely mutual) I sat down, and she proceeded to 'dig' through my hair. Same as last time, she decides that just my roots needed to be touched up. I take a deep breath an hope for the best. After all, this is how our last visit started out.
Foils are in, now we wait.
Kirby and the other 2 hairdressers that are there go to the back room with the door closed. With my mind getting away from me, I can't help but think that they are talking about me-- the Client From Hell. I am stewing in my chair, and cannot wait for this appointment to be over so I will never have to return again. I will tell everyone that I know how shitty this place is and what
I think of the lack of professionalism.
Out she comes, and we are ready for a rinse. Here we go, brace yourself for the burning scalp cause you know she's going to have to tone it 4 times again.
Nope. Nothing!
And..... She TOTALLY redeems herself with the head massage! The longest, most put-forth effort of a head massage. I am not going to lie, it was AMAZING! It went on forever, and I took it all in. Maybe my head was extra tense, or possibly that was what they were discussing in the back room? Whatever the case, she rocked it.
So, no toning... no orange roots... no burning scalp... no shitty cut*... and the best part... NO INSANE BILL!
Guess you are better off to go into the situation disappointed and be pleasantly surprised should things turn out for the good.
*I am going to be growing this hairstyle out a bit, preferably back to what it was a couple of appointments ago. I truly get compliments on it but I just don't feel like it's me.
Living through the hell of the last experience, I pondered back and forth on whether or not to go. I had two options:
A: Now that she has gone through the embarrassment of having me call her to undo the orange damage, and put nearly 8 hours of her time into 'fixing' it, she would learn from her lesson and redeem herself.
B: Go to a new hairdresser altogether and hope it doesn't happen again.
Choosing the first option, I went in for another evening appointment. There she stood in front of me, happy as a clam. It took everything in me to put forth a phony positive attitude in return. (Feelings were likely mutual) I sat down, and she proceeded to 'dig' through my hair. Same as last time, she decides that just my roots needed to be touched up. I take a deep breath an hope for the best. After all, this is how our last visit started out.
Foils are in, now we wait.
Kirby and the other 2 hairdressers that are there go to the back room with the door closed. With my mind getting away from me, I can't help but think that they are talking about me-- the Client From Hell. I am stewing in my chair, and cannot wait for this appointment to be over so I will never have to return again. I will tell everyone that I know how shitty this place is and what
I think of the lack of professionalism.
Out she comes, and we are ready for a rinse. Here we go, brace yourself for the burning scalp cause you know she's going to have to tone it 4 times again.
Nope. Nothing!
And..... She TOTALLY redeems herself with the head massage! The longest, most put-forth effort of a head massage. I am not going to lie, it was AMAZING! It went on forever, and I took it all in. Maybe my head was extra tense, or possibly that was what they were discussing in the back room? Whatever the case, she rocked it.
So, no toning... no orange roots... no burning scalp... no shitty cut*... and the best part... NO INSANE BILL!
Guess you are better off to go into the situation disappointed and be pleasantly surprised should things turn out for the good.
*I am going to be growing this hairstyle out a bit, preferably back to what it was a couple of appointments ago. I truly get compliments on it but I just don't feel like it's me.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
A Remedy Please!
My little Lovebug has a brutal cold. I would be talking about Hudson of course! It has been absolutely horrible. I try to keep in perspective of how the poor bugger must feel when I am on the verge of insanity.
But oooh.... the whining!!!!
He has a barky cough, a runny nose (the one thing in life that gags the hell out of me), non-stop sneezing, and sounds as though he could pass for a 14 year old boy going through puberty. I waited yesterday at the walk-in clinic for nearly 3 hours for the doctor to tell me that it is viral and it will pass in 3 days. Sounds croupy to me with really loud barking,but he assured me that it's not. Doc said it may have been triggered by getting 3 new teeth in a little over a week.
As soon as he is feeling better we are going to get back in the sleep routine. Lately it seems like he is awake every hour from 2 am-6am. (Like I said-- verge of insanity). I have been averaging about 4 hours a night total. I am sure he would get batter faster if he would just get the rest he needs. He is not eating solids worth a hoot and I don't want to force feed him, but I can't keep up with his demand. (He has bit me twice now.) I had been doing formula and breastfeeding 50/50, and now that he is feeling extra sucky he only wants me. God forbid I leave his sight! He's happy in the tub and in his stroller, but if he coughs in public I feel like people are looking down on me. The doctor did give me a prescription, but said to get the antibiotics should he get a fever because his lungs sound clear. He sounds wheezy and cannot breathe through his nose. I think maybe I should get it, but he's the one with the degree?
Is there something that I could do at home? I have the vaporizer in his room and have been using the Baby Vapo-Rub. Any suggestions?
*Quick update without pertaining to his cold at all...*
Looks like we will likely have our house sold. We have accepted an offer, and the last thing left to do is the inspection which is booked for Monday. If this offer falls through, we have been given a back up one. Two offers pending! Yes! Possession will be September 25th on either offer. That would give us a month to have some sort of a plan. As for now, nothing. It's scary, yet a bit exciting. I am a planner, and not having a plan seems strange. I will keep you posted.
But oooh.... the whining!!!!
He has a barky cough, a runny nose (the one thing in life that gags the hell out of me), non-stop sneezing, and sounds as though he could pass for a 14 year old boy going through puberty. I waited yesterday at the walk-in clinic for nearly 3 hours for the doctor to tell me that it is viral and it will pass in 3 days. Sounds croupy to me with really loud barking,but he assured me that it's not. Doc said it may have been triggered by getting 3 new teeth in a little over a week.
As soon as he is feeling better we are going to get back in the sleep routine. Lately it seems like he is awake every hour from 2 am-6am. (Like I said-- verge of insanity). I have been averaging about 4 hours a night total. I am sure he would get batter faster if he would just get the rest he needs. He is not eating solids worth a hoot and I don't want to force feed him, but I can't keep up with his demand. (He has bit me twice now.) I had been doing formula and breastfeeding 50/50, and now that he is feeling extra sucky he only wants me. God forbid I leave his sight! He's happy in the tub and in his stroller, but if he coughs in public I feel like people are looking down on me. The doctor did give me a prescription, but said to get the antibiotics should he get a fever because his lungs sound clear. He sounds wheezy and cannot breathe through his nose. I think maybe I should get it, but he's the one with the degree?
Is there something that I could do at home? I have the vaporizer in his room and have been using the Baby Vapo-Rub. Any suggestions?
*Quick update without pertaining to his cold at all...*
Looks like we will likely have our house sold. We have accepted an offer, and the last thing left to do is the inspection which is booked for Monday. If this offer falls through, we have been given a back up one. Two offers pending! Yes! Possession will be September 25th on either offer. That would give us a month to have some sort of a plan. As for now, nothing. It's scary, yet a bit exciting. I am a planner, and not having a plan seems strange. I will keep you posted.
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