Posted in Book Banter

Bookworm renewed: A look back at what I read in 2019

It might not be obvious from this blog, but I am a bookworm. Or at least I used to be before kids, lol. On my first mat leave I was able to read a book a week. That number obviously declined when I went back to work, followed by a 2nd mat leave, and a 2nd back-to-work. Somewhere around the time Rocco was born I realized that I was barely reading a book every few months… what happened???

Something had to change. I decided that for my 2019 New Years Resolution I would read more. In order for it to be a SMART goal (Specific, Measureable, Attainable, Relevant, Time-based), I decided that I wanted to read 3000 pages in 2019. Why not a number of books instead? I hear you ask. Well… some of my favourite authors tend to write big 1000-page tomes and as much as I love reading them, I felt like equating that to a 300-page thriller just wasn’t fair. So with my goal of 3000 pages I started to pick away at it. I am pleased to announce that I achieved my goal (although it was dicey there for a bit, lol). And since I know that some of you, dear readers, are also bookworms, I thought that I would share what I read in 2019. In case you need something new to read in 2020. 🙂

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Posted in grade-schoolers, mom life

The tooth fairy lives

Before Bean lost her first tooth, there was a lot of speculation at school (amongst her friends) about the tooth fairy. Some said she was real, some said it was just their parents, and Bean was left with a whole lot of questions. Where does she live? How does she get into the house? What does she do with all of the teeth? Now before you think that answering “I don’t know” is an option, know that she will immediately counter with “so give me three things that you think it might be.” My standard answer in all tooth fairy related queries? Go and ask your (older) cousin. He’s lost two teeth now; he’ll know. 😆

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New year, new look!

I’ve been feeling the need to be more creative lately, so I’m going to try and carve out some more time to blog. I figured a new year (and a new decade!!!) deserves a new look. I’m going to give this one a try, and hopefully it’s as fun (and easy, ha!) to use as it looks. Happy 2020 everyone!

Posted in Book Banter, mom life

Invasion of the princesses

When Bean was born Hubby and I made a conscious decision not to go out of our way to buy pink everything. Why buy a pink school bus when I can buy a yellow one? (As an aside, what company decides that little girls need a school bus to be pink in order to play with it? Seriously?!?! My girls can play with a yellow school bus, same as the boys… especially since school buses actually are yellow. You know… just saying. 😉 ). Yes, some well-meaning people got us a pink shape-sorter and some pink rattles and what not. I don’t mind receiving them as gifts, but I certainly wasn’t going to pink-out my nursery and toy cupboard.

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Posted in mom life

T’was 2 months before Christmas…

… and this momma already has Christmas fever. It was mid-October when I first noticed it. I was shopping for Hallowe’en decorations and (of course) the Christmas stuff was already starting to go up in the stores. Normally my reaction is “For goodness sakes peoples, it’s not even Hallowe’en yet!!!” (My personal rule usually runs along the lines of ‘not before December 1st’ but anything after Remembrance Day is OK by me.) However, this year I was strangely drawn in by the tinsel and nutcrackers. Ooh, I could get this for the mantle. and How would Hubby feel about flannel Christmas sheets?

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Posted in home, mom life, preschoolers

The Couch Genie

This morning on the radio I heard a “good news” item about a girl who accidently left her university degree on the Train and the kind soul who found it wedged down the side of the seat and who tracked the girl down on LinkedIn in order to return the degree. It made me think of this post that has been sitting in my drafts folder for well over a year. I think it’s time to dust off my writing skills and *try* to get back to blogging. Enjoy!

When I was little I had a book about a little girl who discovered that there was a genie living in her couch. Not the kind of genie who lives in a lamp and grants you three wishes, but a genie who likes to take things… you know, spare change, odd socks, a button. Now, for the life of me, I cannot remember the name of the book; I just remember loving it.

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Posted in mom life, pregnancy

Baby gymnastics

It’s August and we’re up at my aunt & uncle’s lake house with the fam jam for some much needed R&R… or rather, “hey kids, run around and tire yourselves out with your cousins while Mummy & Auntie sit here and sip our tea while it’s still hot.” Hahaha, gotta love family!

It’s 3:50 am. Why am I awake? I decide that I’m too hot and get out of bed, stumble across the room in the dark and turn on the overhead fan. Climbing back into bed I can feel the cool air on me and instantly get some relief. Ah… now to fall back asleep. Except that I’m so thirsty. Back out of bed, a little more stumbling to the bathroom for a glass of water and then back into bed. Baby decides that this is a great time to practice his new gymnastics routine. So I lie awake as baby somersaults and kicks and generally tires himself out. Gymnastics routine over, baby settles back to sleep. Finally. I can go to sleep too. Except that I can’t. A small voice pipes up in the darkness.
– “Mummy?” (It’s Bean.)
– Mmm?
– When is it going to be morning?
– Not for a few hours yet. It’s still dark out because it’s still nighttime. Try and get some more sleep sweetie.
– Ok.
And just like that, she rolls over and goes back to sleep. Soon I can hear the deep, slow breathing that confirms it.

More waiting for sleep that just doesn’t seem to come. I amuse myself by drafting creative titles to blog posts. Still no sleep. 4:30 am. Maybe I need to pee. So I get up and head to the bathroom. Wash hands, another glass of water and back into bed. And still sleep eludes me. I think about the consequences of getting up and waking up 3 dogs. Decide that I don’t want to deal with that, so I stay in bed.

5 am. This is just getting ridiculous now. By this point, my body is fully awake and I am under no misconceptions that I will get back to sleep. Maybe I can get something to eat without waking up the dogs. (Yes, I’ll wait while you dog-owners have a good chuckle at me.) I manage to sneak down the stairs without waking them up, only to notice that G. (one of the dogs) is sleeping on the couch (even though he knows that he’s not allowed up there). I don’t want to wake him up to chastise him, so I let him be. I’m almost in the kitchen when I hear one of the dogs shake her ears and the soft footfall as she comes to investigate. It’s Pips, the eldest. I give her some love, which somehow instantly brings G. over for pats too. Having said hello, they go back to their beds. Then the puppy wakes up. Oh dear. Now I’ve done it. Poor guy is whining in his crate, he just knows somebody is out there and not with him.

I’m the first to admit that I don’t know much about training puppies, but I do know that it’s important to be consistent. Having only just met the puppy last night, I have absolutely no idea what the routine is. (Apologies to my bro-in-law, who is puppy-sitting and probably cursing me from his sleep-deprived bed at the moment. Sorry!)

I have a morning round (breakfast pita) and some yogurt. My body’s asking for more. At least now I understand why this sleep-deprived momma was awake at 4am. I fell asleep with the girls last night and when Hubby came to wake me up, I just transferred to my bed and fell back asleep. No bedtime snack. Apparently at 4 months pregnant, that is no longer allowed. Ah well. I’ll plan that better next time. 😛 For now, time to eat some more food and then hopefully I can get a little more sleep before the girls wake up. Wishing you all sweet dreams!

Posted in pregnancy

Three’s company too

Let me start this post with a disclaimer that it has nothing to do with the TV show by the same name. In fact, I’ve never even seen an episode of “Three’s Company Too”. I only know the theme song because Uncle Jesse and Uncle Joey used to sing it on “Full House”, haha. (I should also add that I initially drafted this post back in the summer… life has just been so crazy that I haven’t had the time nor the energy to edit it until now. :S  Read on my friend and you’ll see why.)

Well, we’ve decided to take the plunge and grow our family; I’m currently pregnant with number 3! Friends of ours who only have 2 kids tend to react with either “Are you crazy?! You’ll be outnumbered!!!” or, like one of my sweet friends, “You’re doing what many of us have thought about but are too scared to try.” Comments from friends and colleagues with 3 kids are more like “Congratulations!” and “You’re going to love it! With 3 there’s more of everything: more love, more fun, more moments to cherish.” And then there was the surprising comment from my mother-in-law one night : “You know, if you’re going for three, you might as well go for four.” Since she is a mother-of-two, that comment rather surprised me at first. I never saw her as a woman who wished she had more kids. Then I remember that it wasn’t her she wanted to have four kids, it was me. Which means more grandkids for her. Aha! That woman absolutely loves her grandkids and since her other son isn’t married yet, that leaves Hubby and I to provide them.

Not being a grand-parent, I’m not exactly sure how it works, but the old adage of Grandchildren are the reward you get for not killing your kids pops into mind. I know that both my parents and my in-laws absolutely adore their grandkids. What’s not to love? You can have all the snuggles and play-time you want, and then when you need a break, you send them home again. You can spoil them and give them second helpings of ice-cream (or dairy-free nice cream in the case of my kids) and then send them home again and let someone else deal with the sugar high, followed by the post-sugar-high crash, followed by the terrible bedtime because they’re so overtired, which usually leads into a bad night. (Makes me tired just thinking about it!)

I wonder if grandkids are some kind of status report for seniors. If you have them, that somehow gives you a one-up on your senior-friends who don’t. And then amongst those that do have them, how many you have can give you the one-up. Why just the other day my mother-in-law was telling me how her friend J. now has 8 grandkids!!!! (If she thinks that I’m going to have 8 kids, then let me be the first to pop that bubble. I have no desire (or time) for that many! Kudos to those of you who do; I don’t know how you do it!)

 
girl-baby-belly-blue-41271So as the excitement for #3 grows, so do the questions: Are you finding out the sex? (No.) Why not? (We like the surprise.) Don’t you want to know? (Not in advance, no.) We were team green for the first two, and we plan on being team green for the third too. As long as the baby is healthy, we don’t mind what gender we get. That being said, I fully support those of you who want to find out while pregnant. I know a few girls who need to have everything planned out (nursery decor, name, circumcision or not, etc.) and would find it too stressful to wait. I’m all for going with the option that causes you less stress. For me, that option is team green. I like the surprise. For both babies, it was Hubby who (in the delivery room) got to tell me the gender. To have that information coming from him was a moment so special that I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Not even for finding out 4-5 months earlier.

As busy as my life is now with 2.5 kids (I figure the baby will count as a 0,5 until he/she is born), I will try and blog a big about this pregnancy. Lord knows that there have been some funny blog-worthy moments! And then hopefully once I’m on mat-leave again, I can go back to my semi-regular postings. 🙂