Monday, January 30, 2012
We took Byrdie on a shopping adventure yesterday!
While we really only had 1 thing on our list of things to buy, and could have picked it up in 20 minutes if we just drove up to the mall 3km away, we decided to take the subway downtown and call it an adventure.
She loved it. And I looked pregnant!
The sun poked out...
and the fountains were impressive...
and we found what we were looking for.
Definitely 3 hours well spent.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
In the morning, when Byrdie wakes and calls me to come get her, which I still think is totally awesome as she could easily get out of her bed and open the door herself, I walk in and she usually says something to the effect of,
"All done sleeping mommy! I'm big and strong now!" and she'll flex her bicep for me to feel.
We've told her that her body does all it's growing while she's sleeping and that's why important she gets lots of sleep. Someone is thinking over here, eh?!?
But this morning it was something new...
"Mommy, that frog was farting ALL NIGHT LONG!" she declared while pointing in disgust to her frog humidifier (which glugs each time the reservoir fills).
"How RUDE!" was all I could spit out over a good morning laugh.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
I was talking with a self described Professional Over Analyzer the other day, an individual is able to ascertain the hidden message in any...
tone of voice, slightest of body gestures, choice in vocabulary, and tempo of delivery.
Which made us both giggle and lead me to do some over analyzing of my own...
If one spends all one's time over analyzing life when does one live it?
Monday, January 23, 2012
Sunday morning we headed down to the Dakota Tavern for a little bluegrass brunch. As you can tell from the photo... it was a kind of busy.
And while I'm attentively teaching Byrdie the virtues of patience, at this point in time, hunger and waiting is not a combination she's quite got a handle on.
We'll get there. In the meantime there's always The Lakeview (with only a 10 minute wait - Toronto is brunch crazy!).
Friday, January 20, 2012
Ever notice how some people tend to focus more on what's with wrong with others rather then what's right with others?
And do you ever notice how much simpler life is for those who do the exact the opposite?
True that what we focus on we attract, yes?
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Can you handle it? I hardly can. Kelly and Sandy's house is getting closer to being livable.
are also being built...
and I can't stop busting Kelly's balls about moving out!
Which I probably should stop, I really don't want to make her feel bad. I've loved having them here. And like I was talking about the other day, time hasn't been without it's ups and downs, but certainly there were more ups then downs.
I'm guessing Evan enjoyed his time here as he did invited us to come move in with them when they go. He also said clothing was optional.
I'm totally going to take him up on that.
Monday, January 16, 2012
Two year old
not sure I ever thought...
they would be something I would enjoy so much!
While young children certainly do not come
without their challenges,
the magic they exude...
unequivocally outweighs them.
But that's daily life too right?
Not without it's challenges but full of magic.
Friday, January 13, 2012
I read this in Timothy Ferriss' book The 4-Hour Workweek the other day and just had to share...
An American businessman took a vacation to a small coastal Mexican village on doctor’s orders. Unable to sleep after an urgent phone call from the office the first morning, he walked out to the pier to clear his head. A small boat with just one fisherman had docked, and inside the boat were several large yellowfin tuna. The American complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish.
“How long did it take you to catch them?” the American asked.
“Only a little while,” the Mexican replied in surprisingly good English.
“Why don’t you stay out longer and catch more fish?” the American then asked.
“I have enough to support my family and give a few to friends,” the Mexican said as he unloaded them into a basket.
“But… What do you do with the rest of your time?”
The Mexican looked up and smiled. “I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take a siesta with my wife, Julia, and stroll into the village each evening, where I sip wine and play guitar with my amigos. I have a full and busy life, senor.”
The American laughed and stood tall. “Sir, I’m a Harvard M.B.A. and can help you. You should spend more time fishing, and with the proceeds, buy a bigger boat. In no time, you could buy several boats with the increased haul. Eventually, you would have a fleet of fishing boats.”
He continued, “Instead of selling your catch to a middleman, you would sell directly to the consumers, eventually opening your own cannery. You would control the product, processing, and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village, of course, and move to Mexico City, then to Los Angeles, and eventually to New York City, where you could run your expanded enterprise with proper management.
The Mexican fisherman asked, “But, senor, how long will all this take?”
To which the American replied, “15-20 years, 25 tops.”
“But what then, senor?”
The American laughed and said, “That’s the best part. When the time is right, you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich. You would make millions.”
“Millions senor? Then what?”
“Then you would retire and move to a small coastal fishing village, where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take a siesta with your wife, and stroll in to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your amigos.”Something to think about on this most glorious Friday!
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
I was having a conversation with my sister this morning about times when someone is talking to you and you begin to feel like they are putting you, or your lifestyle, or choices, or general being down, and playing off it off as unintentional. Which in of it's self is weird - if you really want to tell me how absurd I am then just come out with it but don't further negate my intelligence with your silly nilly games.
And all I really had to say about it is, "I don't get it. For me, knowing my comments or conversation may have made someone else feel better in some small way is a most awesome feeling. I want to lift people up not bring them down."
And then it got me thinking how I'm already teaching my 2 year old that lesson. Now if you've ever spent anytime around 2 year olds at all, you know one of their most very favourite words is MINE (drives me batty!). To which you'll very often hear thoughtful parents responding SHARE! But to me simply saying the word share isn't going to do the trick. In my mind the trick is to explain why we share.
And why I tell Byrdie we share is because it makes other people feel good.
And making other people feel good in turn makes you feel SUPER-GOOD!
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
I think I'm 6 months pregnant now. It's funny how the second time around you don't seem to pay as close attention to how far along you are. What I do think about quite a bit is the due date.
As I had to have a c-section the first time I've elected to go ahead and have another one this time. Although I know the recovery time from a c-section is longer I simply feel like it's the right decision for me.
So this due date, or planned c-section, is currently scheduled for April 27th. I asked for it to be on May 1st way back during my 1st obstetricians appointment but it seemed the date was already booked. Hmmmm, popular day?
Any which way, April 27th or May 1st, we've got a lot to get done between now and then. Like moving my sister and her family out! Which is totally becoming a reality and getting very exciting for everyone involved.
Then there's ripping up flooring, laying new flooring, tearing down walls, building new walls, moving around the kitchen, adding counter tops, and maybe somewhere in there we'll even get a coat of paint on the nursery.
Yeah, so how far along I am is seeming a little irrelevant to what we can get done in the time we have left!
Monday, January 9, 2012
Happy to report everyone is feeling 100% awesome again!
And appetites are back too! And you know what I love when I've got an appetite? I loves me a good sandwich (it was actually the only thing I can remember craving the last time I was pregnant).
This is my current favourite, but I'm actually pretty thrilled to eat any kind of sandwich that is made with whole foods and quality ingredients.
What do I mean by quality ingredients? I mean products that have as few preservatives and un-pronounceable things on the label as possible.
So this here bit of heaven is made up of Stonemill's sprouted grains and oatmeal bread, a slice of Maple Leaf's Natural Selections oven roasted turkey breast (which they preserve with sea salt, vinegar and lemon juice - goodbye nitrates!), a slice of emmental cheese, tomatoes, avocado, Dijon mustard and Nutrimax mayo.
Try it - thank me later!
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Now old tiger blood is now down for the count. What a week!
You know, I'm not one for new year's resolutions as I'm generally trying to better myself on a daily basis but of course, after a couple weeks of over eating the typical holiday foods and desserts I always find the beginning of January a good time to increase my levels of exercise. I few more push-ups here, a bit more skipping there.
Yeah so, that hasn't happened at all this week.
Firstly exhausted from the sickness myself, then tired from being up all night with the Byrd, having the busiest work week I've had in months, and now the husband's a wreck in bed.
So how am I to feel about this miserable week with no exercise?
Fine. I accept it, there is no other option. Is the ol' bod going to fall apart without a week of exercise? No. Will I never have the opportunity to exercise again? No.
So here's to a week of getting by and looking forward to many more productive ones in the near future.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
The Byrd got it last night. Booooo. Though I have to admit she was super cute learning how to barf into the toilet. She kept looking back at me asking me if I really wanted her to stick her head in here?!? Yes dear in there. Not too far, but in there.
Then she wanted to sleep with mommy. Correct that, she wanted to sleep on mommy. As the belly is a little tricky to balance on she settled for beside me with her head on top of mine.
Whatever makes her feel better is fine by me.
That leaves one man standing. My iron clad, tiger blooded husband. Here's hoping he gets out of this mess unscathed and that the looming threat of the mayhem doesn't kill him in the mean time.
Monday, January 2, 2012
Get your mind out of the gutter, this is not an image of me recuperating from New Year's Eve - remember I am 5 and a 1/2 months pregnant meaning I was in bed at 10:30pm on Saturday night.
And no, this is not a result of the pregnancy. Lucky that feeling went away at the 3 month mark.
No, this is an an image of me as I was all last night, riding the Porcelain Express, while my body tried to expel every last bit (over & over & over again) hoping to rid it's self of some stomach virus that has now been haunting these hallowed walls!
Good bye never ending cold! Hello brutally uncomfortable stomach virus!
She entered our home sometime right around Christmas as boxing day saw little Edison heaving her guts out. We thought it was possible food poisoning until Evan and Kelly and Sandy all started last Wednesday.
Needless to say I've been a little concerned about if, or when, my turn was going to come. I was even relegating myself to bowls of rice at night in hopes of easing the pain should the virus hit.
And just when I thought my super strong immune system and positive attitude had me in the clear I made nachos for dinner.
Nachos people! Sharp, crunchy tortilla chips with spicy chicken and salsa. Yeah that wasn't painful at all.
And every time I ran back to the toilet there sat Diego with his silly little 'ha, ha! you ate nachos' grin starring back at me. Man, his was close to getting smacked up side the head!
But truly, I'm all good. I've stopped puking and Kevyn has taken care of the Byrd all day so I can rest.
Oh the Byrd...
such a sweet, concerned soul. Every time she asks me if I'm feeling better I say yes because I know it breaks her hear to hear 'no.'
Now let's just hope she's got that rock solid immune system I thought I had and hope this thing passes her by because... it's 2012! And going to be a very special year! And I'm pretty sure daddy is tired of cleaning out the toilet of other people's nacho remains!