Friday, September 30, 2011

The things he says...

Andrew never ceases to amuse me with the things he says.  He’s constant entertainment, that kid!  I love the way toddler minds think, in particular, of course, my boy’s!

For example, about a week or so ago, James and I were both up with him at 6 in the morning.  Usually Andy is all about his Momma – ‘Mommy do’ continues to be a favourite statement of his – but on this particular morning he wanted DADDY to take him back to bed.  I said, ‘What, you don’t want your Mommy?!’ and he said, ‘No, Daddy’s a fun guy!’  LOL  I said, ‘Oh, so Daddy’s the fun one now, is he?!’  Andrew was heading for the door to his bedroom, but he turned around to face me, paused, put his hand up in the air in this sort of declaration pose that he often does, and said, ‘Daddy’s bornin (boring) sometimes, but right now he’s a fun guy!’  James and I both burst out laughing, which of course threw Andrew into hysterics.  He LOVES it when we think he’s funny!

My dad always has some sort of mints on him, usually tic tacs.  Andrew thinks of it as a treat to get a mint (or two, or three) from Papa EVERY SINGLE TIME THEY SEE EACH OTHER (which is quite a lot).  (He rarely eats the mints, as he finds them too ‘spicy,’ but he likes hoarding them nonetheless!)  The other day, Andrew ran up to Papa and said, ‘You have mints?’  My dad replied, ‘What do you think?’ and Andrew said, ‘You have mints!’  It’s the way he says it that makes it so funny, if you could hear his tone you’d know what I mean.

Last night Andrew and I were talking about what he should be for Halloween.  For the longest time he said he wanted to be a witch.  So I told him last night, we can get you a witch costume for Halloween.  He said, ‘I caaaan’t be a witch.’  I asked, ‘Why not?’ and he replied, ‘Because I don’t have a broom!’  LOL  Then he decided he wanted to be a pumpkin….no….a bat!  No….a skeleton like Skeletor!  No…Spiderman!  No…Superman!  No…Lex Luther!  I told him he could be any of those characters he wanted to be (well, Lex Luther might be a bit boring/hard to know who he was!) and he said, ‘No, I caaaan’t be any of those things!’  I asked, ‘Why not?’  And he said, ‘Costumes are too expensive!’  LOL  I don’t know where this kid gets this stuff!  I am more than happy to go out and buy him an awesome costume because after all, Halloween comes but once a year and besides, we can re-use his costume during the year playing dress-up!  I told him, ‘It would be expensive to have ALL those costumes, but you can get one of them!’

He really seems to LOVE the concept of Halloween – and I told him how he HAS to dress up if he wants to collect on the candy aspect of the holiday.  He looked pretty thrilled for a moment there when I told him about going door to door and saying ‘Trick or Treat’ and getting treat after treat dropped into his very own treat bag! 

But he also seems content to just look at all the Halloween stuff at the store and enjoy it all from afar.  We were at the store today and I said, ‘Let’s get something!’ because I thought it’d be fun to have some Halloween d├ęcor, but nope, my boy is showing me how to be frugal!  Which is actually awesome, because I can literally take him ANYWHERE and he doesn’t freak out to make me buy him things anymore.  He just likes to look.  If I suggest getting something he says, ‘Put it back, Mommy.  Get it later, maybe next time.’  That kid is priceless!!

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Counting down till my boys are home

I wasn’t expecting Andrew to go to his Nana’s today because he went there on Tuesday this week.  He was SUPPOSED to go today, but when she took him Tuesday due to both James and I not feeling well, I figured today he’d be with me.  James and I hadn’t discussed it last night so I didn’t at all have it in my head that I’d be on my own today.

I woke up at 8:30, saw what time it was on my alarm clock, and immediately thought, ‘This is weird.’  Usually when James leaves for work, Andrew runs to get me, or at the very least gets into bed with me, has a little morning snack, (yogurt or ‘Hulk food’) and if I’m really lucky, goes back to sleep with me for an hour or so.  This usually happens around 7am or just after.  So 8:30?!  I didn’t think at first that he might have gone downtown, so I was thinking, WOW, OK, so the boy had me up twice through the night…but at least he’s sleeping in his own bed till this time of the morning!

Then reality sunk in because there’s NO WAY my boy would do such a thing!  LOL  He has proven otherwise – I know ONE DAY he’ll sleep properly in his own bed, but I can’t see myself being lucky enough to have him do so till 8:30 in the morning, not till he’s a pre-teen or teenager most likely!

So it hit me that he must have gone downtown, and while part of me thought YAY, I CAN GET MORE SLEEEEEP! I also found myself feeling a little sad and disappointed.  I haven’t spent a lot of time with him the past few days, because yesterday afternoon my mom took him, so essentially the last 3 days I’ve been without him a lot of the time.  I’m not used to that at all!  He’s my little sidekick!  We’re practically attached at the hip.

I’ve been SO tired these past few weeks that sometimes it’s a struggle to get through an entire day with him.  Not because I don’t enjoy his company, he’s usually (yesterday morning not included) an absolute delight, and I love him to bits.  He’s so fun, and funny, and smart, and cuddly, and cute, and entertaining.  It’s true, lately I have a hard time keeping up with his energy levels, but I can still plug through, and we have fun together.  I hate having been apart from him for these 3 days.  I sort of feel guilty about it in a way, since it’s not like I have a job outside the home so I actually HAVE been given all this time to rest and relax.

But on the other hand, it’s not a terrible thing to have that time, and I know I SHOULDN’T feel guilty for it, because I’m also growing another baby and that in itself is a lot of work!  Today I ‘did the right thing’ and went back to bed after I realized Andrew wasn’t here, and I slept for 3 straight hours.  Which for me is amazing.  I felt really tired and groggy when I got up and don’t have a ton of energy still even though I didn’t do too much today, just a quick trip to the store and some cooking.  BUT I know that ultimately the sleep I had was good for me, and something I really need more of.  Especially NOW since once baby#2 arrives I’m likely to sink into complete insanity due to zero sleep, especially if Andrew is still proving himself incapable of sleeping through the night.  SIGH!!!!  I so don’t want to think about how the little sleep I get now is going to seem like a ton of sleep compared to what I’ll be getting by early next year…

An awesome thing about today is that so far I haven’t felt nauseous once so I haven’t taken any Diclectin, yay me! 

My boys should be home soon.  I can’t wait to give them both hugs and kisses today!


James hinted at the possibility ‘as a treat’ (for me!) of having someone come in to do some cleaning.  A maid, essentially – though I don’t know if that’s politically correct to say these days?

I’ve fantasized about having someone doing cleaning for me, mainly the stuff that I really can’t stand doing or at the very least would rather not have to do.  I’ve never actually looked into it, mainly because I’d rather not pay someone else to come in to do something I can obviously do myself.  I also, when not totally exhausted, enjoy cleaning, so it’s generally not that much of an issue.

James said it might be nice as a one-off, just while I’m feeling so tired and without the energy to be cleaning a whole lot.  Which is not to say I DON’T clean a whole lot, because I actually do.  And our place is fairly clean…Though ultimately I feel as though it’s impossible to ever keep fully on top of one’s own filth.  As soon as you have one thing spotless and shining, you notice dust collecting somewhere else.  Sigh.

In some ways I like the idea of having someone come in.  It wouldn’t cost THAT much since I can’t see why I’d need someone here longer than 2 hours.  Our place isn’t big enough to warrant anything longer than that!  But there’s also a part of me that hesitates – and therefore hasn’t been able to say, ‘Yes, please, let’s do it!’  I just think I’d be that type of person who calls on Molly Maid (or whoever) to come in and in preparation for their arrival, I’d go on a cleaning frenzy.  Which totally defeats the purpose!  I don’t get a good vibe inside at the idea of someone coming into my house, looking at how dirty it is (to them), and cleaning it.  I know it’s their job – I actually did a housekeeping job one summer during university so I know what it’s all about essentially.  I just don’t know that I would feel comfortable being on the receiving end.

Am I insane not to say yes, though?!  I could get someone to totally clean the bathroom – something I do, obviously, but for example I hate cleaning the tiles around the tub.  It’d be awesome if someone did that for me!  Or a majorly awesome clean of the floors.  Or the window sills, could I ask someone to clean the window sills?!  They get spiderwebs on them and it freaks me out and I don’t like dealing with it for fear there might be living spiders there, aaahhhhh!  OK, I’m making our house out to be haunted and dirty and disgusting, and it’s really not that bad!  But I guess I CAN think of some things that I could get someone else to do for me.

On the other hand, maybe an even awesomer thing to get someone to do – a different service, not a ‘maid’ – would be to get someone to paint for us.  Even if it was just the bathroom or just the bedroom.  I’d love to have this place painted to make it cleaner and brighter, but I don’t want to have to do it.  Then again, that would probably cost a LOT more than a cleaner for a couple of hours, so that’s probably out…

Oh well, I can still dream about it.  Perhaps I should consider exploring the options…

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Heading into fire log season!

It has actually been quite muggy here the past little while.  Even on really rainy days, it has generally felt quite warm outside.  But there was one night several days ago where I felt a bit chilly in our condo, it was raining, and I wanted my boys to feel warm and cozy when they got home.

So I lit our first fire log of the season!
I laid a blanket out in front of the fireplace with the idea that I would lay in front of it while Daddy read Andrew some books after dinner.  I DID manage to lay on the blanket long enough to take a picture of me and the boy together...
But as soon as I snapped the picture, the boy basically stole my spot entirely and cozied up to watch one of his shows!
But he looked so cute laying there with his (not so) little legs crossed, arms behind his head.  Priceless!

AND luckily there was still some heat left when he DID go to bed, so I got my turn in front of it, too =)

Now we need to do some research on getting some 'real' firewood delivered so we can have the added element of stoking the fire and listening to the crackle.  There's something I do enjoy about the winter...

One of those days...

Today I felt extremely tired, but luckily my mom came by around 1 and picked Andrew up.  He’s still at his grandparents’ place now, so James and I were even able to have a quiet, peaceful dinner together.  (I made ‘Spinach Lasagna Rolls’ from a recipe I found through Pinterest – yes, I recently signed up and think it’s pretty cool!)  The rolls turned out really well and went great with a salad and yummy cheese bread. 

I had a bit of a rough start to the day in that I was feeling sooooooo tiiiiiiiiiired and when Andrew figured out that it would be easy to get me in a mood, he was ALL IN trying to get me angry.  Sometimes he can be sympathetic, at least as much as a 2 ¾ year old can be.  He’s fairly sensitive to when people aren’t feeling quite right.  But other times, such as today, he decided it would be FUN to make my life a living hell, and the fact that I was tired and easily upset meant he could have EXTRA fun with it.

He did everything from kick me (trying to act as if it wasn’t on purpose), scream just to get a reaction, throw things when I told him not to.  Oh and the best was asking for specific foods, such as mush or Hulk Food (what he calls Motts Fruitsations!) or specific types of juice.  Then when I’d bring it to him, he’d say, ‘I don’t want it.’

Oh, the joys of parenthood!

He did ease up on me a little bit for just a little while, and when I sat down on the couch exhausted he came over and sat right beside me and held onto me.  I do love those moments where he’s obviously comfortable where he is, but he makes a point to move closer to me.  But the majority of the time…I was counting down the time till my mom would come and take him off my hands!

I ended up sleeping for about 2 hours, not a solid sleep but definitely restful.  And I felt like I accomplished something by getting Andy’s room tidied up and slightly reorganized.  But mostly I couldn’t help but just laze around, I was SO TIRED.  I have a bit of a stuffy nose and feel a general sense of ‘out of it’ from the cold I’m getting, so I think it was good to get that lounge time in.  Thank gawd my parents moved this way, I don’t know what I would do if they were still in Nanaimo, truthfully.  As much as I do still miss the house and some of what Nanaimo signified for me, and I DO miss it, still get quite sad about it at times, actually – times like today remind me of what we gained for all the sacrifices made.

Thankfully I wasn’t sick today.  I took Diclectin twice so far, in fact I think I’m going to have to start taking the full dose of 4 per day just to stave off whatever I can.  I felt slightly nauseous a couple of times today but nothing too major.  It’s often just having to prepare food that does it.  The smell, or just looking at food in general can set me off.  I have to try to psych myself out of feeling sick from the sight of food, especially when Andrew is asking for this snack and that snack – I can’t just not feed him when he’s telling me he’s hungry!  So even when I don’t want to deal with food I have to do it.  But at least today I proved successful at not barfing…I know the night is young but I want to be optimistic!

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

No chance you'll see me on that show 'I didn't know I was pregnant'!!

Just to give an idea of where I'm at....

First, let's look back at what I looked like back in 2008 when I was 14 weeks pregnant with Andrew:

Barely even a bump, right?!

And here I am at 18 weeks pregnant with Andrew, in July of 2008:

Definitely a baby in there!!  But I was nearly at the halfway point in the pregnancy...

Now let's go back to present day, shall we?  Here I am, today, at 9 weeks + 1 day pregnant with Baby#2:

Thank goodness I wasn't hoping to hide this pregnancy from friends and family till the 12 weeks mark like a lot of people do, because that wouldn't be possible!!  At this rate, I'll be waddling by 3 months!!

Preparing Andrew for what's to come...if that's even possible (I know it's not!)

I’ve been working on getting Andrew excited about having a sibling.  I know there are many months left to get him more accustomed to the idea, and I also know that just as new parents have no idea what kind of ride they’re in for till the baby’s born, neither will Andrew truly be able to understand what having a sibling is going to be about until he or she has arrived!

But I at least want to get him past saying, ‘I don’t want a brother or sister.  You keep it, Mommy.’  He asked for a sibling (mostly a sister) EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. practically, for several MONTHS.  Then the moment we find out we’re giving him one (a sibling, that is, with 50% chance of being a sister!), he doesn’t want it!  Go figure.

I think once he thought about it more, he’s not too keen on sharing.  Sharing Mommy, sharing Daddy, even sharing Fifi and Moorka, his beloved kitty cats!  He doesn’t want to share his toys, his room (although he won’t have to share his room, not until baby#2 is big enough to share a bunk bed with him!) etc, and so forth.  I get that.  I was the second child so while obviously there was ‘sharing’ involved, I was born into it – and if anything, I just took everything from my brother as I saw fit and he had to deal with it.  Mwahahahahahaha!

I just think it’s important to at least stress to Andrew the benefits of having a younger sibling.  Something I have found to be working, at least to some degree, is having his TOYS tell him what an awesome big brother he’ll be.  He loves it when I talk to him in his toys’ voices, so for example my old Ken doll will tell him how cool it’ll be to have a little brother or sister to play with.  That even though they’ll have to share SOME of the same toys, the younger child will also get new toys, and ANDREW will get to play with those, too, so it’s like getting a whole bunch of new toys HIMSELF!  Or, his Fraggle Rock puppet let him know that HE has a little sister, and he loves how she looks up to him and he gets to look out for her and it’s so cool to have that responsibility.  Etc, etc.  While the toys are talking to him about it, Andrew is generally all smiles, nodding with approval, outright agreeing how great it’ll be to be a big brother.

Then I put the toys down and he says again, in that voice, with that look, ‘I don’t want it.’


He’ll come around, I know he will.  Just seeing him a few weeks back with his little cousin who came to visit, who’s just 5 months old.  He wanted to hold the baby, and was so gentle with him, and even played more carefully around him like he knew he was more fragile than a bigger kid.  It was so heart warming to see him taking on that role of the older boy so…naturally!  I was actually surprised by him because he switched out of his usual all-over-the-place-crazy-kid role and was so taken with the baby.  It’ll be an adjustment for sure – he’s had almost 3 years of being the one and only and pretty much spoiled rotten.  But it’s going to be so good for him, and I really can’t wait to watch him being protective and loving toward his little brother or sister!  It’s going to be the sweetest thing ever.

The sick parade

Well, it seems to have officially started.  Morning sickness seems to want to stick by me, morning, noon, and night. 

Actually, it seems worse late at night and in the morning more so than afternoon.  Though of course it likes to be predictably unpredictable, so could strike at any moment.

Last night I was quite sick, and just now I had something to eat and then barfed it all back up again.  I want to be positive and say it’s a one off (or two, or three) but how can I not compare this to what I went through while pregnant with Andrew?  It’s the exact same symptoms.  I feel compelled to eat something, usually something specific, and I can’t even get half of it down before it’s being brought back up.  And I don’t feel all that much better after getting sick.  Now I’m tired, my throat is sore, and I wonder how I’ll ever eat again!

Luckily today Andrew is with his Nana, as I honestly don’t know how I’d cope on my own with him all day.  But then again, I’m going to have to, aren’t I.  I’m not going to have someone else helping me out with him each and every day.  I have no idea how I’ll manage, I mean I know I WILL manage, but it’s not going to be easy.  (It HASN'T been all that easy the past little while).

Adding insult to injury, I think I MAY be getting a touch of the cold that’s been going through this house for the past week.  James has it really bad and hasn’t been able to recover the way he usually does.  So I hope I don’t get it to that extent.  Then again, I think part of why he’s been having a harder time is because in amongst all of this he’s also been helping me more with Andrew through the night.

The boy is stubborn and still gets up through the night.  We won’t let him in our bed and in fact he doesn’t seem to want to go to it, but he DOES want one of us with him.  So it has been really tough, with neither James or I ever getting proper sleep at night.  For pretty much Andrew’s whole life I’ve taken it upon myself to be the one to deal with nearly all his night time issues.  But with being pregnant and more tired than usual, I’ve had a more difficult time taking all that on recently.  So James stepped up to the plate.  It has been an interesting experience actually!  The past few nights he has ‘given in’ and laid on Andrew’s bed with him so he’d fall back to sleep faster, or at the very least because James said he just couldn’t be sitting up awake any longer.  Well, well, well!!  With this whole ‘sleep training’ business, James was quick to tell me that I SHOULDN’T lay down with the boy and all the rest…it seemed easy for me to say that ‘I just couldn’t stay sitting up any longer’ – but now that James has experienced what the sleepless nights can be like, I think he’s going to be more sympathetic!!

It’s a bit of a rough patch, but we’ll be through it soon.  Well, at least James should start feeling better soon and be over the cold.  Not sure where it all leaves me, between a cold sort of coming on but not in full force, which means it’s going to probably last a while…And the dreaded morning sickness that actually lasts 24/7…Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh!! 

I think I’ll go back to bed for a while and see if I can catch a few zzzzz’s.  I’d better take advantage of this time I get to just lounge when I need to, I can’t be taking it for granted!

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Talking a mile a minute

It’s amazing how quickly little ones change.  I sometimes don’t notice how much Andrew has changed over x number of days or weeks, because I’m with him pretty much all the time.  But even people at the grocery store that we see every so often will comment on the changes they notice since they saw him last!

One way he has progressed big time in the past several weeks that even I have noticed in a big way, is with his speech.  In particular his use of pronouns, prepositions and articles.  He used to always leave out the ‘little’ words, so his sentences were never quite full.  But now he’ll ask full blown questions, such as, ‘Can I have some juice?’  Of course, he can still be lazy about it at times, such as, ‘Have juice?’  But that’s just because he knows he can get away with it, I now know it’s not because he doesn’t know how to form the full sentence for asking!

It’s amazing the way kids learn language.  The things they pick up on, and their usage of certain terms that you just wouldn’t expect a toddler to use – and use correctly! 

Yesterday Andrew was watching Caillou (his current favourite) and when the show ended he said, ‘Oh, I’m a bit disappointed it’s over!’  That’s a seemingly simple sentence, but I find it humourous nonetheless.  The fact that a 2 year old knows how it feels when their favourite show ends, and verbalizes it!  It’s just funny!  And also amazing.  Language seems like such a complex thing – especially for an adult trying to learn a second language, for example (for the record, I’m not in that process, but I know if I was trying to learn another language I would struggle with it a lot longer than what it takes for a baby to learn how to speak!)  It seems incredible to me how quickly a child picks up on and is able to interpret what we’re saying. 

The other day when I was getting dressed, Andrew looked me up and down, smiled, and said, ‘New top?  Mommy, you look soooo pretty!’  LOL  It was soooo sweet to hear him say that to me! 

It’s also funny to hear what’s on his mind.  We were in the car on the way to my parents’ today (to give James some time to rest at home on his own) and Andrew looked a bit spaced out.  I said, ‘What are you thinking about, Sweetie Pie?’  I was only half expecting an answer, but he sort of sat up in his car seat and said, ‘Just trying to get the sick out of my nose.’  And it’s true, because he had been trying to breathe properly out of his nose but it wasn’t working quite right because of his cold.

At my parents’ house, my mom said, ‘Andrew, I’ve poured you a glass of juice!’ and Andrew asked, ‘Is it mango juice?’  As it happens, it was, but how funny is it that he already had it in his head what kind of juice he wanted!

I love hearing him speak full sentences, whether they be short or long.  I love witnessing his speech develop.  But I have to admit, I also love the endearing ‘baby’ words he still uses for some things.  For example, it was just a teensy bit sad when he stopped calling himself ‘Tattoo’ and started saying ‘Andrew’ properly.  He still calls his bedroom his gymroom.  And he still says byoon for balloon.  He also says bornin for boring.  I love these words because they mean that while he’s obviously a smart cookie and learning fast, my baby’s not quite ‘all growed up’ just yet =)

So far, so good on the health front!

Knock on wood, as I don’t want to jinx myself here, but so far my immune system is proving to be awesome!  No cold for Lizzie. 

Andrew is doing a lot better, still plugged up but it doesn’t seem to be bothering him, and it’s not nearly as bad as it was the other day.  James, unfortunately only seems to be getting worse.  He was basically in bed all day today.  I think it’s the worst cold he’s had in years.

So I’m doing my best to avoid him, because the idea of getting a cold when I’m already feeling run-down and dealing with early pregnancy symptoms makes me cringe!  I really need to stay focused on staying healthy.  I looked it up, and it seems people believe that during pregnancy the woman’s immune system goes down in order to give all the good stuff to the baby.  But I am choosing instead to believe that my immune system is UP, because if I’m feeling better I’ll be able to better look after the little one! 

As I lay in bed writing this, I can honestly feel some movement in my belly.  And it doesn’t feel like gas movement (!) so…I’m really wondering about this!  It seems so bizarre to be feeling ANYTHING of this sort so early, but I can’t deny what I can feel!

Today we (me, Andrew, and my parents) made the colossal mistake of going to Superstore.  SUPERSTORE on a SUNDAY.  Ridiculous.  I felt overwhelmed and frustrated by how busy it was.  I had a woman actually shove her cart right into my back side.  I turned around and said, ‘I can’t move any faster!’  Which she should have seen for herself, since there were so many people in front of me, I’m not quite sure where she wanted me to go.  I hate shopping on the weekend.  Especially with being a SAHM, I think I’ve gotten used to doing all my shopping during morning or afternoon hours when typically stores aren’t quite so busy.  I will never go grocery shopping – at least at places like Superstore or Walmart – on a weekend EVER again!  (Even when one day I’m no longer a SAHM!!)

I apologize for the boring post, but for now it’s all I’ve got.

Friday, September 23, 2011

Early signs of pregnancy, indeed!

I feel like some of my pregnancy symptoms are far more exaggerated than they should be for 8 weeks.  Yet I am NOT exaggerating them, not on purpose, they truly are what I claim them to be!

The ‘biggest’ one (no pun intended) is how huge my tummy is getting.  I can’t suck it in, and I’m not trying to push it out!  It’s just ‘there.’  And in the past few days it has seriously grown larger.  I was looking at pictures from when I was pregnant with Andrew, and I am going to hazard to guess that I am looking more like 16-17 weeks along, not 8! 

I know it’s normal to start showing sooner in consecutive pregnancies, but this is ridiculous!

I just hope and pray that it’s not twins!!!!  They do run in the family…on both sides.  Haven’t happened in quite a while so SOMEONE is due for them eventually.  But let it not be me, ok, pregnancy gods?!  Because I don’t think I was made for handling twins on a daily basis!!!  Along with Andrew!  I don’t even want to think about it.

But, yes, it is VERY obvious now that I am pregnant.  How DO people hide it till at least 12 weeks?!  I couldn’t if I wanted to.  People who know me would be like, why are you carrying a small watermelon around in your shirt, Liz?!  Seriously!

I’m OK with it, but it’s intense because I KNOW what I’m going to be going through in the coming months.  Months that are arguably still quite a ways away.  And it worries me slightly that I’m ALREADY plagued with so much…stuff…Already uncomfortable in ways, not able to get comfy for sleep positions…How the heck will it be a couple of months from now when I really, truly, AM big?!

I have a severe back ache as of today to top it all off.  I’m not sure if it’s because of my belly popping out so much all of a sudden (I swear this morning it was noticeably bigger than just yesterday!) or having carried Andrew around for several hours today…Possibly a combo of both…But whatever it is, my back is killing me, I have slight little twinge-y pains in my uterus (normal – same type I had first pregnancy so I’m not worried), and I kid you not I have felt sudden movements, not like a fluttering but definitely like something moved in there.  Which is BIZARRE because I don’t think I should be feeling those things till at least around 16 weeks…Maybe a LITTLE earlier with being my second pregnancy, but at 8 weeks?!  I doubt my due date would be pushed up sooner, maybe by a little bit but likely not at all, and certainly not enough to warrant all of THIS!

It’s all good, even though parts of it seem ‘plaguing’ at the time, it’s really not SO bad, and in a lot of ways it’s enjoyable just because it’s all part of the magical experience of being pregnant.  But still.  I think I could do quite nicely without the burning sensation of my new best friend, heartburn. 

I was quite vomit-y for a while last night, but I think it’s because I hadn’t eaten for a while and then I took my multivitamins.  I couldn’t keep them down.  I’ve done awesome with them this time around though.  The trick that seems to have worked for me is taking them at night just before I go to bed.  When I was preggers with Andrew I took them in the morning and I ended up only taking them for a grand total of about 2 or 3 WEEKS!  That was it!  Because they made me barf so much, it just wasn’t worth it to me to take them at all.  And Andrew turned out, well, PERFECT, so I hopefully don’t have to worry about the prenatal vitamins and extra dose of folic acid tooo much.  Still, if I can get it in me and keep it down, why not do so.  And so far so good on that front, for the most part!

I’m already at 2-3 diclectin a day, with the odd day where I don’t take any.  But I tend to find later at night if I don’t take any, I really start to feel sick.  Or if I don’t take them at night time I sometimes feel more sick in the morning when I first get up than I do if I had it the night before.

Sorry about some of these extra details, a lot of this is for my own records so I can look back after the fact, possibly to compare my two pregnancies or just to remember what I went through with little Baby#2.  Who, incidentally, I would like to come up with a better name for than that.  Andrew was ‘Baby’ when he was in my belly, and that worked for him, but it doesn’t feel right to refer to this baby with the same nickname we gave Andrew, however unoriginal it may have seemed.  I am at a total loss for a nickname that works though.  I don’t like ‘Sprout’ or ‘Bun’ as I’ve heard some people use.  It needs to be something…different.  But I haven’t come up with anything yet that sticks.  Suggestions would be greatly appreciated, should you have any!

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

So much for being such a grand day...

It’s amazing the difference an hour makes.  Or, one text message.

For the record, I really don’t particularly enjoy receiving bad news through text.  I think it warrants a phone call.  But that’s just me…

So after receiving said text, I have been down in the dumps.  I didn’t even SHOW James my new clothes, let alone do the ‘fashion show’ I was all hyped up about in my last post.  (Not that I was going to be strutting on a fake cat walk or something, obviously NOT!)  But still, I was excited about the day I had, happy, walking on at least a partial cloud just for 5 minutes.  Is it really so much to ask that the cloud walking could last an entire evening??  Rather than bursting into heavy rain right under my feet?

Yes, I’m being dramatic, but I feel my situation warrants it!!

I don’t want to get into what the news was.  No one has died, so I should just be happy and relieved that it could actually be a lot worse, right?  But bad news is still bad news, and has to be taken accordingly.  So I feel like crap, end of.

I just wonder why, when things have just begun some showing of IMPROVEMENT, like maybe 2011 doesn’t have to be a year of constant shit storms, we are hit with another wave.  WHY, WHY, WHY, WHY…


I know I have being pregnant to be happy about.  The conception of our second child is something to delight in and celebrate.  Therefore it’s impossible to say that 2011 is the worst year since the last terrible, awful, no-good year we had (in which I’m sure a few awesome things were thrown into the mix then, too).

But…I just wonder sometimes WHY things have to happen as they do.  WHY CAN’T WE GET A BREAK.

Anyway…In between writing this, I went to say goodnight to James and ended up letting out a lot of my feelings, along with a few tears.  I don’t really feel ‘better’ in the sense that still nothing has changed, but I know sometimes it’s a good thing just to talk about what’s on my mind and not be bottling it up so much.  Even if ultimately the situation is no different afterward.  I honestly don’t know what I’d do without James as my sounding board, he really is my rock and I appreciate so much that we communicate as we do and can be there for each other like we are.  (He doesn’t read my blog so this is not a means for me to score brownie points with him, btw, it really is true!)

I still feel crummy, sad, blah, just shocked really.  And annoyed that I didn’t just get to bask in the glory of having a fun afternoon.  I feel like it’s all tainted now.

But oh well, at least there WAS some fun, SOMEWHERE in the day…

And to end this on a more positive, light, and very CUTE note…

After dinner Andrew and I were sitting on the couch talking about what he did today at Nana’s, when he reached over, played with my hair a bit and said, ‘I like your hair!’ 

I said, ‘Aww, thank you, Andrew!’ and he said, ‘Cleaned it?’  LOL  I said, ‘Yes, I washed it this morning!’  He said, ‘Yes!  In bath, put soap in it.  Very nice.’  He also came up to me and gave me a kiss and cheek hug and just looked me in the eye as if to say, ‘I love you, Mommy!’  Needless to say, I don’t know what I’d do without him either! 

I have to just stay focused on what’s positive, and we’ll work through the negative stuff just as we always do.  Right?

Never underestimate the power of New Clothes!

Today I took advantage of Andrew being at his Nana’s by going out shopping with my mom!  We haven’t gone out shopping together AT ALL (grocery shopping doesn’t count as fun shopping) since they moved here in May, which is ridiculous.  When I used to visit in Nanaimo we’d often go for a girl’s shopping trip while my dad looked after Andrew at the house.  So it seems weird that they now live 5 minutes away and we never go anywhere.  But today we made it happen, and we hit up Coquitlam Centre.

Which I must say is, I think, my new favourite mall.  Well, Woodgrove excluded.  I still love Woodgrove a lot, but given it’s in Nanaimo and I can’t see myself going there for a very, very long time, well, it’s sort of off the map for me.

But WOW, Coquitlam Centre has just about everything!

I ended up completing my ‘new wardrobe’ more than I ever could have hoped to.  I went a little crazy at Motherhood Maternity, which was by far my preference over Thyme, which is funny because last time around I think I liked Thyme better.

I got so many cute mix and match outfits, I’m pretty ecstatic about it!  Everything is so comfy yet also quite stylish.  I actually feel really good in all the clothes.  I got stuff I didn’t think I’d look good in, but I think that I actually DO!  I love it.

And now that I have the right clothes for it – even though I AM still in that in-between stage of not looking super pregnant yet – I have to say that I LOVE being pregnant!  It feels good on, does that make sense?!  Once I get through the stage where I’m a bit self-conscious of my body changing, I embrace the change and love it. 

So I feel pretty pumped – there’s nothing quite like retail therapy, is there?!  It’s been a long time since I did that, I kind of forgot how it felt.  LOL

I’m going to go light our first fire log of the season and get my boys’ dinner on the table because they’ll be home in a few minutes.  I think I will do a fashion show for them later with all my new stuff =)  And the Modern Family season premiere is on tonight, I’ve gotta say this is a pretty good day!

Working on the wardrobe...

Yesterday I got a pair of maternity jeans, as well as 2 new tops – yay!  I can wear stylish clothes now, and I vow to ‘let it be’ that I already have a baby bump at 8 weeks preggers!!

I mentioned to the woman at the store that I’m ‘only 8 weeks’ but she was like, ‘That’s OK, trust me, with it being your second you’ll be big – and even BIGGER – in no time!’  LOL  Umm, thanks, I think!!!

I don’t know why I have an aversion to showing it off, or at the very least just being comfortable with it.  As James put it, ‘Don’t you dare apologize for that bump, you’ve got our baby growing in there!’  He loves the baby bump already =)

I AM happy about it, and obviously very excited to have our baby in there…I think it’s just the awkward stage where I’m growing but not big enough for people to ‘know’ it’s a pregnancy belly.  I’m pretty sure it has got to be normal to go through this?!  Over all it’s not plaguing me or anything, I’m not THAT paranoid, but I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t on my mind!

BUT at least I have a few new clothes to enjoy, and I’m going out today in search of some more.  Sans Andrew this time, thank gawd…He owned the maternity shop we went to yesterday, completely took it over.  He was even wearing one of the pregnancy ‘bellies’ that they supply in each change room…He was loving it!  LOL

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Time flies when you're having fun!

I find it interesting how we’re constantly searching for ourselves.  Who am I?  What do I do?  What are my hobbies?  How would other people describe me?  What am I doing with my life?

I found throughout most of my twenties I lived very much in my own head and I was constantly contemplating who I would be and what I would become.  I still live very much in my own head, but I don’t dwell QUITE as much on trying to figure it all out.  Maybe that’s because of the phase I’m in right now.  Ask me again in 5, 10 years, I might feel differently then, who knows.

I still feel a somewhat intense sort of ‘time pressure.’  The whole wanting to live life like each day could be my last…It’s tough because if there aren’t enough hours in the day just to keep on top of the household chores, not to mention make sure I’m providing Andrew the most enriching life possible – how on earth can one also be expected to have achieved everything they had hoped to so as to be able to live each day like it would be A-OK for it to be the last one?!  NOT. POSSIBLE., if you ask me!

In part I think right now it’s the pace my life is going at that makes me not worry as much, or at least not as often, about figuring out ‘who I am’.  I’m a mom, number one.  And my role keeps me pretty busy, what with all the wall bouncing and jungle gym playing on Andrew’s part, and obviously nurturing and just going through all the motions involved in day to day life taking care of a little one.  Time goes by SO FAST – James and I were just talking tonight about how I’m in week 8 of pregnancy already, which is ‘early’ in terms of the timeline of a full pregnancy, but it’s also just going by sodamnfast because it felt like just yesterday I was wanting to take a pregnancy test when I knew it was too early to even detect anything!  How could I already be in week 8?!  I feel like we’re going to blink our eyes and before we know it, we’ll be bringing baby#2 home.  Another blink and I’ll be looking back over these blog posts, wondering how I ever lived WITHOUT baby#2, another blink and my ‘baby boy’ will be heading off to Kindergarten (a thought I don’t even want to THINK because I can’t imagine Andrew not being home with his Momma!!)

Time didn’t seem to fly by so quickly when I was younger.  It just seems in the past several years that it’s all going by at the speed of light.

And that should probably be putting even more intense pressure on me to ‘have it all figured out’ – because even though I hope I DO have a lot of time left, if it continues to go by so quickly it’s going to be over before I know it!

I’m not trying to turn this into a depressing post.  I’m not watching my life flash before my eyes, I’m just saying that…what AM I saying exactly?!  I don’t even know.  I’m going to blame it on pregnancy amnesia and say I’ve forgotten where I was going with this!!

Suffice it to say…I don’t have that same angst-y sort of feeling that I did when I was younger.  I think, though, that it’s probably because I felt like something was missing but I didn’t know what.  Having Andrew filled a void for me that I no longer think about.  Essentially he is all that matters, and the source of light that he is, and what I feel I accomplished just in bringing him into the world – that sense of purpose and pride, I suppose lends me the ability in the moment to say, Yes, I can live each moment like it’s my last!

But in reality, there ARE still things I feel I must do, and I should be actively doing them...

(To be continued)…

Monday, September 19, 2011

Kids say the darnedest things!

Andrew likes it when his toys talk to him.  He will bring me random toys, sometimes dolls, sometimes Transformers, it doesn’t matter really.  He’ll hand me a toy and say, ‘This one talk Andrew?’

This morning he handed me my old Ken doll from when I was little so I became Ken, and told him how AWESOME he was for sleeping in his own bed ALL NIGHT last night (to which Andrew grinned, obviously proud thinking that KEN thought he was awesome!)

Then I had Ken say, ‘Hey Andrew, did you know that you’re the smartest boy?!’

He looked at Ken and said, ‘No, cuuuuutest!’


Kids say the darnedest things! 

Ken then made the point that it’s TRUE, he IS the cutest, but he’s also the smartest, in addition to most amazing, and perfectest =)

I love my boy!

I wish sleep could cure my tiredness!

Last night Andrew slept in his own bed till quarter to 6 in the morning.  From about 9:30pm till 5:45am I’d say is PRETTY DARN GOOD in the progress department, especially considering that the night before he didn’t venture to our room (to be taken back to his own) till about 4:30.  It’s a vast improvement from making his way to our room between 12:30 and 2:30am every night!  AND I am proud to note that not only have we not once caved and let him sleep in our bed when he’s come in at night, he is also ASKING to be taken back to his own bed.  He definitely WOULD curl up and go to sleep in our bed, but he is showing preference in being in his own, which is AMAZING.

James went to bed early last night, and was already awake when Andrew came calling on us.  (Interestingly, if Andy wakes up when it’s still quite early in the night, such as 2 or 3am, he calls MOMMY, MOMMY!  But if it’s past about 4-4:30 he has now taken to calling for DADDY, DADDY!)  So James rolled over toward me and said he’d get up, I could go back to sleep.  Awesome!  Andrew woke me up at about 7:10, got into bed with me and drank some juice, and we went back to sleep till almost 10.  (I am totally fine with him sleeping in our bed after James goes to work – he knows it’s ‘morning’ already and I very much welcome the extra possible zzz’s!) 

So I got more, WAY more, than my usual amount of sleep last night.  You’d think I’d have been competing with my little man as to who could bounce higher off the walls, right?!  I should have been bursting with energy, getting more sleep in one night than I usually due in 3 or 4 nights combined!  But, sadly, no – I felt exhausted.  ALL. DAY.

I have to chalk it up to one thing:  Pregnancy.  There is no other explanation!  I can’t seem to fight the tiredness no matter what I do. 

What gets me is reading pregnancy sites the second time around…They all say that the best thing is to just rest when you’re tired, sleep extra, nap often.  LOLOLOLOLOLOL!  OBVIOUSLY they are talking about people without any other children.  IF ONLY I could shut my eyes at 2 in the afternoon and snooze until supper time, IF ONLY!  I want to go back to when I was pregnant with Andrew and give myself a big kick in the rear for EVER complaining I was so tired when I could literally sleep whenever I felt the need to!  (Of course, I know hindsight is a wonderful thing…And it’s all relative because I can’t minimize how tiring pregnancy is whether or not any other children are involved!)

I’m plugging along though, and for the most part I’m doing quite well.  I’ve been taking a few Diclectin each day but not a full dose, and I do feel nauseous on occasion just about every day, but not to the point of actually throwing up usually, which is great.  I’m pretty sure last time around I was barfing a lot already by this point, but maybe that happened a little further along, I can’t remember.  Scrap that – I just looked through my journal from then and I think I was doing about the same as I am now, maybe a little more nauseous than I am this time, but that’s hard to gage really because this time I got a prescription for Diclectin several weeks early than last time!

Anyway…I’m tired, lazy, and in need of a snack (which I will also blame on pregnancy, haha!)  I think I’ll just go veg for a while, I need to zone out.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Wardrobe woes

I’m feeling really depressed about my wardrobe right now.  Or should I say, total lack there of.  I feel like I’m not pregnant ‘enough’ yet to warrant wearing maternity clothes, but my ‘normal’ clothes are fitting too snug in the belly already so I can’t wear those either.  I have lots of summery clothes to wear, but it’s very clearly NOT summer anymore around here.  So I basically have ONE pair of pants that are fitting me at the moment, and they are yoga type pants.  I feel so unstylish wearing them, which just makes me want to be invisible, and I hate that feeling.

I’m going to have to bite the bullet and get some maternity clothes.  They might fit a bit loosely in parts for a little while, but I have a feeling given I can tell I’m pregnant just by looking at my belly at 7 weeks (starting week 8 tomorrow!), it’s probably not going to be long before I’m even bigger and thus filling out the maternity clothes.

I just feel so blah about the way I look right now.  I hate the sort of in-between stage of early pregnancy where I am paranoid that people are thinking, ‘Is she pregnant, or is she just carrying some extra layers in her mid-section?!’  Not that it should matter, and hey, as a matter of fact I DO carry a little extra there even without being preggers!  But certainly not as much as what it is appearing right now.  I’m at that awkward in-between stage, not big yet but not my normal size either, and it’s frustrating.  Mostly when I want to get dressed to leave the house.  I want to feel good about myself, or at the very least feel presentable in what I’m wearing!

I don’t want to go out and buy clothes that are NOT maternity wear, because I don’t know exactly what my size and shape will be to re-wear the clothes again once I’ve had the baby.  I also don’t know what style I’ll want then – I remember after I had Andrew I wanted a ‘new look’ to go with my new life, and the clothes I had before, what fit me again a few months post-pregnancy, just weren’t ‘it’ anymore for the most part.  So I don’t want to spend money on clothes that will only fit for a very short time and might be totally impractical later on.

Sigh.  I hate dealing with this stuff.  On the other hand, I haven’t splurged on myself in quite a long time.  The last time I bought any clothing whatsoever for myself was probably in around March or April when I bought some clothes for the spring/summer.  So it’s not a terrible thing that I’ll be getting some new things, especially since I’ll obviously need things that will fill out with my belly.  I just wish I’d kept a few of my maternity pants from when I was carrying Andrew, because they’d at least suffice for a little while.  I got rid of them after he was born and I’d lost the majority of the baby weight because I’d worn the same few pairs of pants SO much for what felt like SO long that I didn’t want to look at them anymore!  But now I’m sort of regretting that.

Time to go do a little shopping!  Maybe I should stick my belly out a little further while I’m in the shops, so it doesn’t seem QUITE as ridiculous that I’m getting my maternity wardrobe so early in the pregnancy…

Self-conscious much?!  Yeah, maybe a little  =P

Andrew, the Science Kid

Today we took Andrew to Science World.  We decided to get a family membership because it’s so expensive to go just one time, that we figured just going a few times over the course of the year would more than pay for the membership.  I was a bit worried at first that we (mainly Andrew) wouldn’t like it enough to want to go back a bunch of times, but it turns out getting the membership was a VERY good idea!

Andrew LOVED it from the minute he said, ‘Cheese!’ to have his photo taken for his very own membership card.  He loved the interactive displays and the fact that he could just run around and explore.  We took him to an Omnimax show on the Hubble, which James and I thought was great but Andrew I think was a tad overwhelmed by how huge the screen is.  He ended up watching the beginning part in awe of it, then he said he ‘didn’t want to be in it’ (which is why I think he thought the screen was overwhelming, since he thought we were actually IN the show!), then he cried because he wanted some apple juice but we didn’t have any, and then he fell asleep!  So it actually worked out fairly well, considering I KNEW it would be a gamble taking him in there.  We didn’t have to pay for him to be there so it didn’t matter that he missed the majority of it. 

There’s also a really great kids play area that Andrew loved, and I can see us whiling away an afternoon in there on rainy days this fall/winter.  But his FAVOURITE part of Science World was the dinosaur exhibit.  He wanted to be held the entire time we were in there, James said when they first went in he got very tense suddenly, but he still loved being there!  When he went to bed tonight he started chatting away about it, about the big T-Rex and how he was sooo creepy and he loooooved him sooooo much!  I asked him what he thinks the T-Rex would like to eat, and Andrew replied, ‘Crackers and cheese!’ lol

So today was definitely a success, I’m really glad we decided to go there.  I think this is a good age to introduce a child to something like Science World because even though there’s a lot about it he doesn’t get, he’s old enough and big enough to enjoy it and get something out of it. 

Saturday, September 17, 2011

No zoo day for us :( Yes, I'm a big kid and this upsets me greatly!!

I’m a little bummed by how today turned out.  We had planned to go to the Greater Vancouver Zoo today in Aldergrove.  I sooooooo wanted to go.  We took Andy last year and he loved it so I just know he’ll enjoy it even more now.  It was overwhelmingly hot when we went last year in August, so I thought September would be good – kids back to school, temps decent but not too hot, perfect – right?  Wrong.  Because of course this weekend would decide to be a rainy one.  OF COURSE!  I should have known.

It ended up clearing up a little bit in the afternoon but it still wasn’t all that nice, and by that time we’d already decided to do something else so it just wasn’t meant to be.  Sucks, sucks, sucks.

I hate it when you’re really looking forward to doing something and then those plans fall through.  I felt kind of depressed after we came up with a new, totally lame in comparison plan.  (It really was lame – we went to the mall to run a few errands, and took Andrew to Red Robin for lunch, where he was cute and good at first, but then decided it would be more fun to run around the restaurant than sit in his seat…so James had to wander around with him for a while).


Oh, and why not put some icing on the cake – my mil was on the other side of the country for almost 2 weeks…And I found out this morning during breakfast that she not only was back in town today, but she wanted to see us!  She should be here in about 10 minutes.  AWESOME…I can think of no better way to spend a Saturday evening.


I know it could be a lot worse, I just felt like grumping about it.  It was still an OK day in some ways.  We TRIED to make the most of it, it just kind of fell short on greatness for me.  But OH WELL.  We will get to the zoo again sometime.  And we still have something fun-ish planned for tomorrow, so fingers crossed the weekend won’t be a total bust!

Thursday, September 15, 2011

A good day

I really enjoyed today, even though from the outside looking in it might not seem all that spectacular. 

It was raining today, which kind of sucked in the sense that we’re soooo not used to the rain after weeks of bright sunshine that FINALLY came our way!  I think the issue is more knowing that Fall is looming, and while there are aspects of fall that are wonderful, magical even, there is a very big loss to face when summer is gone.  It feels like forever till it will come back, and as much as I like certain things about Fall and even Winter, the Spring and Summer are where I’d rather be.

But despite the rain, I felt enthusiastic about going out in it because we borrowed my parents’ car last night and kept it here, so if we were going to go out we didn’t have to take the bus.  When you take the bus as your regular mode of transport, you do get used to checking for bus times and considering the wait times between transfers etc.  You deal with it, but for me – especially after living downtown for so long and basically being able to walk just about anywhere we’d want to go anyway – it sometimes means WANTING to go somewhere but not feeling like being BOTHERED by the stupid commute.  Especially when you have to lug around a big bag of stuff (snacks, diapers, extra kid clothes just in case, as well as regular purse items) – AND your child doesn’t like a stroller anymore so toss in the extra thirty plus pounds you’ll be carrying the majority of the time wherever you go…

It’s not all bad, and you certainly get used to it.  But I felt so footloose and fancy free just tossing the bag in the trunk, plunking Anders into his car seat, and away we went!  I didn’t even know what time it was when we left the house because *gasp!* it didn’t really matter!

We didn’t do anything extravagant, but I thought a rainy morning would be well spent at the library, so we hit up the library in our old ‘hood (well, James and mine, looong before Andy arrived!).  Andrew was really good there, and we picked out close to 10 books to bring home, and a Peter Rabbit dvd.  We stayed there for a while and looked around, then went over to the mall for a few things.  I needed to get a few things from Walmart so we popped in there, and even though Andrew saw TONS of things he would have loved to have, he was awesome and just pointed at all the things he liked and said, ‘Andrew have that one day, that one day, that one day, that one day!’  I feel like I can finally take him out anywhere and he doesn’t throw a fit if he doesn’t get anything. 

Although he DID get a few things at the dollar store!  We found a whole Halloween section and he was so excited by it.  Normally I’d scoff because it seems to early to be thinking about Halloween, even if it IS the middle of September (omg, I can’t believe it’s the middle of September already…)  But my boy LOVES Halloween, I honestly think it’s going to be his favourite holiday over the next several years!  Quite possibly!!  He thought all the spiders and webs and skeletons were S-O C-O-O-L.  Because everything was just a dollar I honestly would have got a couple more items than what he picked out, but he was being such a good boy that I’d say, ‘Do you think we should get this one and he’d say, ‘Pretty cool’ – but then put it back and say, ‘Get it next time maybe.’  LOL  He’s so freaking cute.

We got a cool web with spider, a glow-in-the-dark hanging skeleton (just a small one), a ‘crazy door knocker’ as Andrew keeps calling it (which I’ll put on our front door but not till October 1st so as not to alarm the neighbours!!) and a skeleton mask.  Fun!

By this time we’d been out for quite a while and were getting hungry so we went to my mom’s and had a bite to eat, and ended up spending the rest of the day there.  I was sooo tired (even though James helped me with Andrew through the night and I probably got more sleep than I usually do).  I’d say it’s because of pregnancy that I’m THIS tired.  I ended up falling asleep around 3:30 in the afternoon while my mom played with Andrew, and I didn’t wake up till just after 5!  I very rarely ever take naps so it was pretty amazing to get that extra sleep in, and I think it did wonders for me for this evening.

When we came home Andrew went straight to bed – it was SO cute, my dad came in to see the new bed and Andrew woke up long enough to smile at Papa because he was so proud of his new bed, then he rolled over and went to sleep!)  (He loves his new bed – didn’t sleep straight through last night but the ‘progress’ I’m seeing is that he DID ask to go back to his bed, he didn’t want to sleep on the couch, so that’s a good sign!  He said he was having nightmares so I think that’s really why he was waking up).

After I got all our stuff from the today put away and said goodnight to James, I made his lunch for tomorrow (as per my usual), and also emptied the dishwasher, folded some laundry and got another load going – not totally unusual for me, but at the same time lately I often find myself struggling to complete these tasks in the morning when I’m groggy from lack of sleep.  It felt good to get it all out of the way tonight so then I can go to sleep knowing when I get up, it’s not going to be a cleaning frenzy first thing.

I know it doesn’t seem like we did much today, just an average sort of day, maybe even totally boring to some.  But I was in a good mood, and really enjoyed going out with my boy.  I told him he was a fun person to spend time with while we were driving along, and he said, ‘You too!’ or something to that effect!  He really is my favourite little guy.