Sep
26
I WAS disappointed that I missed the season premiere of Grey’s Anatomy when it aired on TV but since I read that CTV actually aired the second episode of the season instead of the first I was glad that I downloaded it and therefore saw the correct episode unlike the suckers who tuned in on Thursday! Ha! And it was a good one.Â
A great big thank you to all of you who helped us reshingle our roof yesterday. My husband is so relieved to have it finished and we appreciate all of you very much. It is such a blessing to have friends like you. If we look fatter next time you see us it’s because of the vast amounts of donuts that were dropped off!
Avery has almost lost her voice as a result of the cold and cough she’s had and it’s quite amusing and more than a little nice. Three year olds need to be reminded constantly to speak quietly, particularly when there is a sleeping baby around. She does relatively well most of the time but it was kind of awesome to have her not be able to speak above a whisper! Too bad it can’t last.
Sep
22
It’s been just over one year since I started this blog and I just spent some time reading through the old entries. I have tried several times in my life to keep a journal or diary and never managed to stick with it for very long so I am kind of proud of myself for posting semi-regularly. It is interesting to look back and remember the things that I have experienced in the last year. Death. Birth. A lot of head colds! I spent a lot of time whining and complaining. I need to try and focus on the good things in life but it’s nice to have a place to get out the bad stuff, too. Anyway, it’s an accomplishment that is very satisfying to me.
Sep
20
Avery had a cold about a week and a half ago which she kindly passed on to Kieran. Just when I thought we were finally getting through all of the runny noses and cranky children, another cold has made an appearance. So we’re back to bowing to the Kleenex box and poor Avery is asleep on the couch now. Hopefully it will be short lived. She looked so cute all curled up here I just had to take a picture.
Sep
18
I have learned something about myself in the past six straight days of rain. I am a rain sissy. When the constant drizzle brings earthworms slithering out onto the sidewalk I get squeamish.  I don’t own a rainccoat. I don’t know where on earth our umbrella is and I keep assuming the rain will stop so I don’t bother to go searching for it. During an average rainy day we Saskatchewanites shrug our shoulders and delay our trip by 10 minutes because the rain usually lets up in short order. I become cranky and depressed, sluggish and mean when there is no sun for more than 24 hours. The past week I have not been a nice person by any stretch of the imagination. I’m so glad we’ve almost come to the end of this gross weather.Â
On another note, isn’t this a cute picture of Kieran? I think so.Â
And moving on…I bought a book for Avery lately called “My Body is Private”. It covers the basics about which parts of a person’s body are private and about respecting people’s privacy and learning that you have the right to tell anyone at any time that you don’t want to be touched. All in all it is a pretty good book. But I have a hard time reading it, not because of the anatomy discussion but because at one point the book addresses the fact that someone might try to touch a child inappropriately or take pictures of them. This reference just makes me feel sick to my stomach. I know it’s important for my child to be informed and to know how to respond in a abusive situation but it is so hard to think about the possibility that someone would try to exploit my daughter. I don’t want to consider this and I certainly don’t want to have to tell Avery about this kind of evil. I know she doesn’t really understand what it means or all the implications of it but I feel as though I am taking away some of her innocence by “educating” her. I’m not sure how I reconcile my duty as a responsible parent with the way I feel about the whole thing.
Sep
14
The postpartum hair loss has commenced. It’s so grotesque to comb your hair and have huge clumps of hair left on the comb or to run your fingers through your hair and find a hairball of epic proportions wrapped around your fingers. Ewww. I hate this part.
Sep
13
From a blog I read:Â “…there is a huge, gargantuan difference between speaking the truth in love and loving to speak the truth. When we love to speak the truth it is our opinions, the sound of our own voice, our perception of our own correctness that becomes the object of our affection. This, then, is nothing more than self-love. Speaking the truth in love means that we make the receiver of our message, our conversation partner the object of our care and concern. When this is our focus, I believe we are much more careful, not only what we say, but how we express ourselves in a manner that will best honor and respect the other person.”
Sep
12
Over the last several months, on nights when I have been up with the baby (or in labour), I have witnessed something bizarre. At about 3am an unmarked white truck (about the size of a Canada Post truck) pulls up to one of the duplexes across the street from us and a man gets out, pulls up the back of the truck and takes some kind of smallish package out and drops it off at the door. I couldn’t see if he left it oustide the side door or if someone was awake to receive the package. The man comes back to the truck, drives around the block and makes another delivery at a house that I can see through the alley from my bedroom window. The reason I noticed this truck is because it is fairly loud and we’ve been sleeping with the windows open in the summer and our street is normally pretty quiet at night. I don’t know if the truck comes every night or every few days or what. I’ve seen it about 4 times in the last few months and I find it all very strange. What needs to be delivered in the middle of the night? Milk is the only thing I could think of, but milk is usually delivered at a later hour. And it wasn’t a mlk truck and it wasn’t jugs of milk that the driver was carrying. It is a mystery I have yet to solve. I don’t know what my neighbours are up to, but I’ll be watching!
Sep
11
Is it some great practical joke being played by the universe that babies are born knowing how to cry and yet it takes them weeks to learn how to smile and months to learn how to laugh? There is something twisted about that.
