Oh, I wish I had time to blog all the stuff I am thinking of!

Christmas is coming and I have, once again, committed to making too many gifts. I just can't stand buying something ho hum when I can make something I'm really happy about giving. Nothing this year is as complicated as the birdhouses we constructed last year. I did learn from that. Of course, I don't think an unplanned birth will mess up the production schedule as it did last year (Can you believe it's almost been a whole year?!). I hope everyone likes what they're getting. Nothing is very big and it's all a little quirky and full of heart. I tried to stick to stuff I know how to do like painting and stuff that doesn't need to be perfect - like ugly dolls.

Also related to Christmas I wanted to post about lessons we're learning about advertising and buying stuff. Being 4 makes one so much more aware of the world. I'll blog about this later. Because it's ongoing and completely appropriate for the upcoming holidays.

Also on the list to blog about:
toothy babies that I miss so much,
a wonderful nanny,
(pink and sparkly) good times shopping with a preschooler,
other blogs I read whose lives I want to copy,
bento goodness,
and a rant asking people to stop asking if I'm glad to be back at work


And since no one in real life seems to be discussing it, what the heck is going on with Canadian politics?? I picked a fine year to start voting, let me tell ya. I can't stand politics at the best of times, and now they're talking about a Frankenstein-type coalition coup. I've heard pretty big rhetoric from both sides and am worried about our politics degenerating to one big squabbling match and power grab. That's certainly not what I voted for. I don't think that's what anybody voted for.

The story of How I came to be mopping the purple kitchen floor at 10:30pm.

We were behind the 8-ball all day. Baby is teething and not sleeping, so I woke up tired and grumpy, and barely moving. We didn't make it out of the house until after 2 in the afternoon, I'll spare you the tedious details. If you don't have kids yet, or think a second one would be fun, quit reading now.

The evening went something like this:

drag child to bathroom. yes, drag.
get out supper ingredients.
convince child that she doesn't need to be in her bedroom to take clothes off.
supervise poop clean up.
cut meat for supper.
cuddle crying baby and attempt to feed.
change diaper.
administer teething drops, finally feed baby.
cut up broccoli for supper.
confiscate scissors.
cuddle crying baby who has flipped onto her stomach.
change diaper.
baby goes to sleep.
start cooking stirfry.
baby wakes up.
keep cooking stirfry.
baby cries.
go to get husband for dinner. he's not there.
get baby.
change diaper.
set table (holding baby).
complain about house being messy. to the 4 yr. old.
eat supper (holding baby).
give husband cold shoulder when he finally comes in.
change diaper.
put baby to bed.
set up crafts for 4 yr old and imaginary friend.
clear table, clean kitchen, do dishes, dole out paint portions.
clean up crafts.
remove alligator from bath tub.
put 4 yr old in bath, and help her scrub off face paint.
put 4 yr old on toilet and have discussion about the finer points of pooping.
do chair yoga with child on toilet.
make smoothee. blueberry.
play hand games with child on toilet.
put alligator back in bathtub.
feed baby.
hear crash.
conversation about spilled smoothee. apparently it's "everywhere" and "dripping on the floor".
regret adding blueberries.
finish feeding baby.
mop floor while daddy reads stories and gets cuddles.
blog about how much fun it is to have 2 little kids.
wonder where the month of april went.

What!?

I am, apparently, the only mom in my yoga class who is breastfeeding their kid. Now, I must say, I haven't asked any of them about it, maybe there are really valid reasons, but all of them?? Impossible. I'm a little shocked. I thought it was so mainstream here. Doesn't almost everyone breastfeed their infants?? (or at least more than 20%?) I've seen organic clothes and even cloth diapers, and the moms are doing yoga.....but not breastfeeding? In my books breastfeeding is more important than all of that. The health benefits, alone, are hard to ignore, both for mom and baby.
What gives?

Birth Dream

I just remembered that I had a dream last night that I had the baby. She was born by c-section and I wasn't disappointed at all. I felt healthy and calm and so did the baby. I wonder what would happen in real life that would make that reality.

Oh, and, yes, it was a girl. She was perfectly delicious, and the calmest baby ever.


Hmmm.... I was blonde and skinny and smiling, and it was sunny out - maybe I was dreaming someone else's dream. Wouldn't that be a cruel joke!