1. Back in August I got a ticket to my very first blogging related event! Ottawa Valley Moms was having a launch party at Brookstreet in September and I figured it would be a fun night out, so I signed up.
2. Then September rolls around and I get an email from Jamie informing me not to make plans for the evening of Sept 14 because he had to work overtime. This caused a flurry of emails that included comments about previous plans, I told you alreadys, it isn't written on the calendar and ended in a panicked "but I was going to go out!"
3. After much planning and falling through of plans, we have come to an arrangement that fufills all the requirements; there will be an adult in the house with our children (thank you Tiff for volunteering your husband), Jamie will be at work when he needs to be and Tiff and I get to go to our party!
4. Now I just need to figure out what to wear. I have two outfits, but they are both dependent on footwear. Footwear I do not currently own. I seem to have the gift of being able to come up with a complete outfit, but my brain (and wardrobe) draws a blank when I get to my ankles. Depressingly bare feet is seldom appropriate.
5. Lucky for me, Jamie is working from home for the day, so at nap time I am making a break for it and heading to Bayshore to look for either flats or boots. Wish me luck, as I have large feet, fat calves and a skinny budget.
6. Unrelated to the OVM Launch, Thalia is now walking all over the place. She still prefers to crawl because she is faster but I figure another month and she'll hardly be crawling anymore.
7. Have to remember to plug in my phone this afternoon so my battery is ready for all the photos and tweets tonight. At least the Mater sticker on my case will match both outfits :)
Friday, September 14, 2012
Saturday, September 8, 2012
Seven quick takes (a little late)
1. Jamie popped his head in the door a couple minutes after leaving for work. He found someone's debit card on the front lawn. So I did the usual Canada 411 to see if I could find a phone number for the owner, but no such luck. Called the closest Royal Bank and arranged to drop off the card.
2. Went to the grocery store to buy sugar cream cheese and sour cream. Doesn't my life sound exciting.
3. Came home to make a gluten free Cinnamon Bun Cheesecake for my mother in law's birthday. She has recently decided to go gluten free (a step up from the raw food kick she was on before) and this was the best I could come up with. Hope she likes it.
4. I had four egg whites left over after the cheesecake, so I made cupcakes for the kids with Swiss Meringue frosting. Yummy.
5. I am very curious to know why my daughter as decided to stop going to bed at a reasonable time. It took almost two hours last night.
6. Weaning sucks
7. Found out Jamie has to work overtime next Friday, so am grasping at straws trying to fing a babysitter so I can still go to the Otttawa Valley Mom's launch party. Here's hoping...
2. Went to the grocery store to buy sugar cream cheese and sour cream. Doesn't my life sound exciting.
3. Came home to make a gluten free Cinnamon Bun Cheesecake for my mother in law's birthday. She has recently decided to go gluten free (a step up from the raw food kick she was on before) and this was the best I could come up with. Hope she likes it.
4. I had four egg whites left over after the cheesecake, so I made cupcakes for the kids with Swiss Meringue frosting. Yummy.
5. I am very curious to know why my daughter as decided to stop going to bed at a reasonable time. It took almost two hours last night.
6. Weaning sucks
7. Found out Jamie has to work overtime next Friday, so am grasping at straws trying to fing a babysitter so I can still go to the Otttawa Valley Mom's launch party. Here's hoping...
Friday, August 31, 2012
Seven quick takes
1 I'm still on vacation! And taking advantage of my Grandmother's wifi to check my email for the first time in over a week.
2 We spent a glorious week in a cottage on the aptly named Swamp Lake near Plevna
3 I love kayaks!
4 If you are ever at a cottage without a bathtub and you have small children, you can totally convince them that a hot tub is a big bathtub.
5 Both my children are missing any sort of fear of water. This means that Thalia spent her last canoe trip leaning over the side and had to be pulled back in by Jamie. Then he had to circle back and fish her hat out of the lake.
6. The wind was so strong that it blew the canoe off the dock and all the way across the lake. So I got to kayak across and drag it back.
7. I am so grateful both my Grandmothers are around and able to spend time with my kids. I think it is amazing that Liam and Thalia have the chance to know their Great-Grandmothers, and they have lots of fun visiting.
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
It's all in my head
I had another MRI today. That brings my total up to five; three with contrast, two without.
It doesn't get to be more fun. It is still loud, cramped and stressful. I don't like needles, and there are needles. I don't like loud noises, and there are loud noises. I'm not fond of cramped spaces, and they have yet to invent a spacious and airy MRI.
I tried to describe the experience to Jamie once, and this is by no means perfect, but here goes...
Imagine you are lying on a skinny cot with a hockey helmet screwed onto one end. Once you are comfy, they lower an old-school cage-type face shield over your face. They hand you a stress ball, then raise the bed up and slide it into a tube. You have some ear protection, so when the technician talks to you, it's a little muffled. They warn you not to move, let you know how long the next test will be and then the beeping starts.
Remember Space Invaders? Or any other vintage arcade game that had that beepbeepbeep noise when you shot at someone, or that high pitched whine when the game froze? That is the noise the MRI makes. And depending in the test, the whole machine rumbles as if your cot was inside the engine of the biggest Mack truck you have ever seen.
Part way through they pull you out just enough to plung a needle full of contrast into the IV lock they were kind enough to give you when you arrived. Then there are a few more episodes of your very own eighteen-wheeler Atari game. After they pull you out at the end you get to put your own clothes back on and hang out in the waiting room to make sure you aren't going to have any sort of reaction. Then they pull the IV lock out, tape a cotton ball to your arm and send you on your way.
And now the waiting game. My follow up appointment isn't until Sept 11, but there is always the chance of that phone call. The scary, heart stopping one that says "We found something, and you need to come in now." I've had one of those, and have no desire to ever have one again.
It doesn't get to be more fun. It is still loud, cramped and stressful. I don't like needles, and there are needles. I don't like loud noises, and there are loud noises. I'm not fond of cramped spaces, and they have yet to invent a spacious and airy MRI.
I tried to describe the experience to Jamie once, and this is by no means perfect, but here goes...
Imagine you are lying on a skinny cot with a hockey helmet screwed onto one end. Once you are comfy, they lower an old-school cage-type face shield over your face. They hand you a stress ball, then raise the bed up and slide it into a tube. You have some ear protection, so when the technician talks to you, it's a little muffled. They warn you not to move, let you know how long the next test will be and then the beeping starts.
Remember Space Invaders? Or any other vintage arcade game that had that beepbeepbeep noise when you shot at someone, or that high pitched whine when the game froze? That is the noise the MRI makes. And depending in the test, the whole machine rumbles as if your cot was inside the engine of the biggest Mack truck you have ever seen.
Part way through they pull you out just enough to plung a needle full of contrast into the IV lock they were kind enough to give you when you arrived. Then there are a few more episodes of your very own eighteen-wheeler Atari game. After they pull you out at the end you get to put your own clothes back on and hang out in the waiting room to make sure you aren't going to have any sort of reaction. Then they pull the IV lock out, tape a cotton ball to your arm and send you on your way.
And now the waiting game. My follow up appointment isn't until Sept 11, but there is always the chance of that phone call. The scary, heart stopping one that says "We found something, and you need to come in now." I've had one of those, and have no desire to ever have one again.
Friday, August 17, 2012
Seven Quick Takes
1. I am at the point of no return in cleaning my room. That lovely place when you have pulled so much stuff out of drawers and off flat surfaces that you have a huge pile on the floor you have to walk around. I want/have to be done tomorrow because
2. We are pulling the matress off the box springs and are putting it on the floor and sticking the crib matress that Thalia never uses in the corner against the wall under the window. This is a compromise, co sleeping but encouraging her to have her own space too. And maybe it will help with the napping situation too.
3. Liam was up a few too many times last night (7quick complaints about sleep maybe?). I think that will make today a day of making cookies, lists, and cleaning my room.
4. I have to make a food list of groceries to bring to the cottage. Or a menu plan, or something. I have a feeling cookies and cereal won't fly. At least for more than one day.
5. It's raining. Up side, my grass is finally growing again. Down side, I can't hang out my laundry.
6. I am really looking forward to going out to Starbucks tonight. By myself! Hooray for Mommy's night out!
7. Thalia now has 5 teeth, and number 6 is almost through. I can't wait until it cuts, because she bites while she nurses when her mouth hurts.
2. We are pulling the matress off the box springs and are putting it on the floor and sticking the crib matress that Thalia never uses in the corner against the wall under the window. This is a compromise, co sleeping but encouraging her to have her own space too. And maybe it will help with the napping situation too.
3. Liam was up a few too many times last night (7quick complaints about sleep maybe?). I think that will make today a day of making cookies, lists, and cleaning my room.
4. I have to make a food list of groceries to bring to the cottage. Or a menu plan, or something. I have a feeling cookies and cereal won't fly. At least for more than one day.
5. It's raining. Up side, my grass is finally growing again. Down side, I can't hang out my laundry.
6. I am really looking forward to going out to Starbucks tonight. By myself! Hooray for Mommy's night out!
7. Thalia now has 5 teeth, and number 6 is almost through. I can't wait until it cuts, because she bites while she nurses when her mouth hurts.
Monday, July 23, 2012
The Thing about blog posts is...
...they don't write themselves.
In an effort to avoid putting away the stack of clean laundry sitting on my dresser, I will now write a blog post....
So, now what?
I could talk about what I did today: Took Thalia to the doctor, found out she has an ear infection and a low grade fever. This is why she has been barfing off and on the last week. Went to the Police Station on Elgin so that Jamie could get his long overdue volunteer paperwork sorted out. Rocked a runny nosed baby while she had her nap. Ate a yummy dinner cooked by Jamie. Read to Liam while he jumped on the trampoline.
So now I sit at our lovely desktop, drinking Sprite mixed with some organic pomegranate blueberry juice and think how nice it is that it finally rained. And that there are cookies in the kitchen. And toys on the living room floor. And maybe, just maybe, I should be a grown-up and put my laundry away and pick up the toys. And then I can be me, eat cookies, snuggle on the couch with my husband and watch TV until it is time for bed.
In an effort to avoid putting away the stack of clean laundry sitting on my dresser, I will now write a blog post....
So, now what?
I could talk about what I did today: Took Thalia to the doctor, found out she has an ear infection and a low grade fever. This is why she has been barfing off and on the last week. Went to the Police Station on Elgin so that Jamie could get his long overdue volunteer paperwork sorted out. Rocked a runny nosed baby while she had her nap. Ate a yummy dinner cooked by Jamie. Read to Liam while he jumped on the trampoline.
So now I sit at our lovely desktop, drinking Sprite mixed with some organic pomegranate blueberry juice and think how nice it is that it finally rained. And that there are cookies in the kitchen. And toys on the living room floor. And maybe, just maybe, I should be a grown-up and put my laundry away and pick up the toys. And then I can be me, eat cookies, snuggle on the couch with my husband and watch TV until it is time for bed.
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Maybe
A friend posted a question on twitter about naming a blog. And that reminded me that I have a blog.
Not that I ever remember to post anything, the fact my last post was November proves this statement. It did get me thinking that maybe I should get my brain in gear and start posting.
And if my lazy self complains that I gave nothing interesting or exciting to post about, perhaps I should do more interesting and exciting things.
Things more exciting than Twitter, Instagram or Pinterest. And laundry does not count, no matter how thrilling it is to get strawberry stains out of baby clothes. (Oxiclean all the way!)
So maybe I will start posting again. Maybe.
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