Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Never a camera when you need one

Here we have a picture of my son looking cute and reasonably clean. Well this is not the picture that I should be posting with this entry.

Yesterday, at the Early Years Centre, William ate all the snacks I brought with me and was loudly proclaiming his need for "cah-cah!" (cracker). So as we were leaving, one of the other Moms offered us a package of Dunkaroos.

For those of you aren't familiar with them, Dunkaroos are one of those high-sugar, high-packaging lunchables that we all secretly love. It consists of tiny cookies, with a thimble of chocolate icing to dip them in (you know, because cookies aren't nearly sugary enough on their own). I opened the package and handed the entire thing to my son. He dove into the icing head first.

Within minutes William had a full beard of dark brown icing stretched from the bottom of his chin to the top of his nose and completely covering both cheeks. We were browsing the mall together and several people stopped to smile at us and make comments like "Looks like he's enjoying that" and "You're wearing your treat". A clerk even laughed out loud.

Of course I didn't have my camera with me, so you just have to imagine it.

Thursday, June 19, 2008

My hip hurts

Whine. Whine. Whine. My hip hurts. My left hip, to be exact, at the back just above my bum. It doesn't hurt all the time, only when I:

-sit for a long time
-lean forward while sitting
-cross my legs
-stand up from a sitting position
-bend over
-pick up something heavy
-turn around in such a way that I pivot on my left leg
-sit on a cold hard surface (like a bathtub edge)
-walk up or down the stairs without concentrating on not moving my hip
-do any of the above while carrying a toddler

The pain ranges from "how annoying" to "Waaaaaaaa!" I'd go to the doctor, but he'd just diagnose me with pregnancy. Unless you need antibiotics or have cancer, doctors are fairly useless. I vaguely recall having some joint pain when I was pregnant with William, but I don't know if I had it this early or not. It wasn't nearly this bad, but then again I didn't have to chase around a 16-month-old.

In related news my little genius has recently learned how to climb onto the kitchen table and onto my computer desk. "Giggle, giggle."

Monday, June 16, 2008

December 20th

I finally got my official due date from the doctor today and it's much earlier than I thought.  I've been telling people "Early January" and the above pregnancy ticker (now updated) was previously counting down to January 4th.  Now suddenly I'm 13 weeks preggers and I have a baby due before Christmas!  Gah!

William was 11 days late, so maybe if my doctor isn't too induction-happy I can still have a January baby.  Perhaps she(or he) will even be the first baby of the new year.  Wouldn't that be exciting?  (Though highly unlikely).

My ridiculously early due date was about all my doctor had time to tell me before he had to run and meet some paramedics who were whisking away an emergency patient.  He was kind enough, however, to send me down to the basement to feed the vampires.  Pregnant woman blood is their favourite flavour.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Moved In

This is the first official post written from my brand new house.   By brand new, I mean we just bought it, not it was just built.  It does look brand new though, because the previous owners were far better (or at least less lazy) at renovating/decorating/gardening than I.

On Friday (the 13th, oooooh) we had a massive move where we lugged all of our stuff out of the condo whilst simultaneously lugging all of my brother and Eireann's stuff into the condo.  I didn't do a great deal of the lugging, however, because of my "delicate" condition.  Instead I lugged around a twenty-five-pound snot factory who was quite distressed that his toys were being whisked away. 

Yesterday my wonderful husband worked on the yard.  We have an above ground pool and Adam made a gate to block off the stairs leading up to it.  He also bought a big shade umbrella (on sale).  And all three of us tested the pool together (anything to avoid unpacking).  

Later Adam and I went to Spencer Smith Park because the Sound of Music Festival was on and Hawksley Workman was playing (again, anything to avoid unpacking).  Adam's parents came over and baby sat for us.  When we came home a few hours later, 90% of our stuff was unpacked and put away, some of the latches that weren't closing properly were miraculously fixed, the remaining packed boxes were arranged neatly against the wall, and our bed was made.  I think we have to get my in-laws to baby-sit all next week.

I'll post some pictures of our new house and the move and everything as soon as I find my camera.  I'm sure it's in a box around here somewhere...

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Sick Baby

Since about Friday, William has had bouts of unexplained crankiness. At first I attributed them to the sudden attack of summer weather we've had in the last few days. William takes after his Daddy in terms of heat tolerance. Then during the weekend I developed a sore throat, which reminded me that I'd seen William testing his gag reflex. I thought he had just learned a new trick, but now I was beginning to wonder if my baby had a sore throat.

On Sunday we were supposed to go to a barbecue hosted by one of William's Early Years Centre friends, but it was cancelled due to a child sickness epidemic that we may or may not have started (I took William to the Early Years Centre on Friday despite his cranky demeanor).

On Monday, my parents and I had planned to go to my convocation (because I finally graduated from my ryerson magazine publishing certificate), but I opted out because a) William and I were sick and tired, and b) the geniuses at Ryerson wanted me to be there 2 hours early, which meant 7:30 am on a Monday morning. (This for a program that only held courses in the evenings to accomodate people's jobs). My parents still wanted to celebrate my graduation though, so they brought me lunch and we swam in the pool. In hindsight, swimming with possible sickness may not have been the best idea, but I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Plus I sun-screened my baby so I still get some good mother points.

This morning William's crankiness reasserted itself, so my husband and I went to the walk-in clinic (with William, of course). The doctor found that William didn't have a sore throat, he had an ear infection. (So much for my sleuthing powers). Anyway, we got a jar of bubblegum-flavoured antibiotics (why don't adult anti-biotics come flavoured? Youth is wasted on the young.) This is William's very first prescription, which I'm told is quite remarkable. However, it may have more to do with my lack of attentiveness to whatever symptoms he may have experienced in the past, rather than evidence of William's amazing immune system.
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