Last year my husband sent me on vacation. A week to myself without any kids. Well this year he's done it again. This year for my birthday my husband got me the wonderful gift of a week back in Alberta with my friends. My journey begins tomorrow.
I'm very excited, but have to admit, I really wish Dave could come with me. It's sad that he's going to miss seeing the friends we made over our 8 years up north. On top of that, I really like travelling with him, and its been 5 years since we've last done that without the kids. Of course I will also miss the kiddos, and wish all our friends could see how much they've grown and changed. Especially Kendall who was only 4 months when we moved! However, I will not miss all the chaos that is travelling with 2 kids under the age of 4 (one with special needs). I will thoroughly enjoy having my single seat all to myself, getting to eat my snack, actually being able to watch TV or read a book, and only having to be responsible for luggage that does not include car seats or strollers. There will be no frantic diaper changes in the airport, and trying to keep kids who have been up early and have missed naps happy.
I will be a bit lonely though. Just a little bit. Sorta like missing your left arm. But don't tell anyone my secret because I'm really excited at the same time ... okay? ;)
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Made With Love
My Granny knit hats and mittens for her great grand kids this year. Here are my kiddos modeling their new headgear. My kids are pretty cute ... especially in hats made with love.
Friday, January 06, 2012
Out With the Old, In With the New
It's the New year and as they say; "Out with the old, in with the new".
In the last month Kendall has begun putting her feet up on the mechanism under her highchair tray and pushing it so it releases. We've had to watch her like a hawk to make sure that she's holding out on eating, doesn't end up on the floor. So, it was time to retire the highchair and move to a booster seat.
It's no big surprise since by this age, we had already moved Cole out of the highchair so that he would no longer feel any attachment to it when his sister came along. I was just stalling since the little monkey is SO messy. Her food is usually scattered about her plate and regularly ends up on her head. I was really not used to this since Cole learned quickly not to do this and was rather neat. Kendall however, is a little whirlwind and leaves destruction in her wake wherever she travels. Fortunately, for the time being, she has not yet learned to rebel against the concept of cleaning up when mommy asks her to. This includes both toys and sandwich crusts (the least desired part of lunch).
Cole is still a little short to be sitting on a regular chair, so he and Daddy went to Walmart to let him pick out a new seat for himself. That way his sister could have his old one.
Today Kendall ate a meal for the first time facing her brother. It was funny to watch her mirroring each one of Cole's sips, and trying to mimic the way he shoves an entire sandwich crust into his mouth (something we're trying to break him of). Cole ate Corn Pops for the first time today (he previously has only eaten dry Cheerios), so maybe some of Kendall's "better" eating habits will rub off on him as well (please, please, please). That would definitely be something great for the new year!
In the last month Kendall has begun putting her feet up on the mechanism under her highchair tray and pushing it so it releases. We've had to watch her like a hawk to make sure that she's holding out on eating, doesn't end up on the floor. So, it was time to retire the highchair and move to a booster seat.
It's no big surprise since by this age, we had already moved Cole out of the highchair so that he would no longer feel any attachment to it when his sister came along. I was just stalling since the little monkey is SO messy. Her food is usually scattered about her plate and regularly ends up on her head. I was really not used to this since Cole learned quickly not to do this and was rather neat. Kendall however, is a little whirlwind and leaves destruction in her wake wherever she travels. Fortunately, for the time being, she has not yet learned to rebel against the concept of cleaning up when mommy asks her to. This includes both toys and sandwich crusts (the least desired part of lunch).
Cole is still a little short to be sitting on a regular chair, so he and Daddy went to Walmart to let him pick out a new seat for himself. That way his sister could have his old one.
Today Kendall ate a meal for the first time facing her brother. It was funny to watch her mirroring each one of Cole's sips, and trying to mimic the way he shoves an entire sandwich crust into his mouth (something we're trying to break him of). Cole ate Corn Pops for the first time today (he previously has only eaten dry Cheerios), so maybe some of Kendall's "better" eating habits will rub off on him as well (please, please, please). That would definitely be something great for the new year!
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Friday, December 23, 2011
Twas 3 Nights Before Christmas
Twas 3 nights before Christmas and all through the house, was the sound of us puking, and the crash when I passed out.
Kendall has had a touch of something since Tuesday (coincidentally the same night Cole came down with croup - again). She spit up once in her crib in the middle of the night and then promptly went back to sleep. Of course we discovered this in the morning, after she slept in it all night. And the parent of the year award goes to ... After this she mostly had a lack of appetite and a few loose diapers. But overall, she's been functioning quite well with a little Tylenol.
Then last evening it hit me. I had been tired all day and decided to lay down while the kids had their quiet time. When it was time to get up I felt unsettled and called Dave to see if he could come home early from work. Thank goodness he did because and hour later I was incapacitated. Literally. At one point I was on the toilet and passed out. I now have a bump on the head from where I hit the base of the pedestal sink. To spare you any more details. I feel much better now other than its still a little too much to stand up and walk around. I've been camping out in our spare bedroom since the middle of the night.
Unfortunately, Cole woke up this morning just before 7 and spent the rest of the morning throwing up. The poor kid hasn't had the stomach flu since he was 9 or 10 months, so he had no idea what was going on. He'd pretty much just say ouch, scream and then puke (while screaming). Or at least that's what I heard and was told by my husband, as I laid on my own sick bed. Cole spent the afternoon laying on the couch sipping water while half asleep. He's resting and seems to be feeling better. Somehow his favourite blanket and monkey escaped unscathed. I'm calling it a Christmas miracle.
Once again the world's most wonderful husband and father has stepped up and taken care of us all. Here's hoping he remains unaffected. Just in case my wonderful mother has made the 4 hour trip to stay with us and help out.
We are supposed to be travelling to see my family on Christmas day but at this point I think we'll be taking things one day at a time. I think the last thing my family would like to receive for Christmas is this nasty flu. Oh well, things will work out in the end. They did last time. 5 years to the day to be exact.
Kendall has had a touch of something since Tuesday (coincidentally the same night Cole came down with croup - again). She spit up once in her crib in the middle of the night and then promptly went back to sleep. Of course we discovered this in the morning, after she slept in it all night. And the parent of the year award goes to ... After this she mostly had a lack of appetite and a few loose diapers. But overall, she's been functioning quite well with a little Tylenol.
Then last evening it hit me. I had been tired all day and decided to lay down while the kids had their quiet time. When it was time to get up I felt unsettled and called Dave to see if he could come home early from work. Thank goodness he did because and hour later I was incapacitated. Literally. At one point I was on the toilet and passed out. I now have a bump on the head from where I hit the base of the pedestal sink. To spare you any more details. I feel much better now other than its still a little too much to stand up and walk around. I've been camping out in our spare bedroom since the middle of the night.
Unfortunately, Cole woke up this morning just before 7 and spent the rest of the morning throwing up. The poor kid hasn't had the stomach flu since he was 9 or 10 months, so he had no idea what was going on. He'd pretty much just say ouch, scream and then puke (while screaming). Or at least that's what I heard and was told by my husband, as I laid on my own sick bed. Cole spent the afternoon laying on the couch sipping water while half asleep. He's resting and seems to be feeling better. Somehow his favourite blanket and monkey escaped unscathed. I'm calling it a Christmas miracle.
Once again the world's most wonderful husband and father has stepped up and taken care of us all. Here's hoping he remains unaffected. Just in case my wonderful mother has made the 4 hour trip to stay with us and help out.
We are supposed to be travelling to see my family on Christmas day but at this point I think we'll be taking things one day at a time. I think the last thing my family would like to receive for Christmas is this nasty flu. Oh well, things will work out in the end. They did last time. 5 years to the day to be exact.
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