Wordless Wednesday – Hijacked chair

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Monday Snapshot – Time is flying

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My little man is now 10 weeks old. I’m finding it difficult to savour time with him when he seems to be growing so quickly.

Yesterday in the nursery at church we had a two-month old come in and compared to Shep, she looked tiny.

In reality she’s probably closer to being an average size for a baby that age and my babe is just a monster. He definitely has his daddy’s genes there!

One of those days

This is a mommy/wife rant, so I apologize in advance to any men/fathers that follow my blog.

Do you ever have one of those days where you want to punch your partner in the throat? No? Well, I do. I’m not perfect, so don’t judge me.

Today was one of those days. I’m totally over it now; mostly.

On Saturday we had a not-as-small-as-I-would-have-liked get together to celebrate Peanut’s birthday. At the end of the evening, my husband said that if I put away the food that remained, he would take care of cleaning up the rest of the stuff.

Can I tell you, those dishes were still in the sink up until this evening. Every time I looked at the sink I felt steam coming out of my ears.

This afternoon we took the wee babes to the doc for his rescheduled one-month check up. As a side note, little man’s healthy appetite for breast milk has resulted in a four pound weight gain in the past month and a bit! I guessed that he would be 12 lbs. No wonder he’s as strong as he is.

In the afternoon my hubby turned to me and asked what we’re having for dinner as if I’m the ruler of all the food in the house and make all the decisions about what we eat. Cooking is not his forte. He doesn’t enjoy it, but he will do it out of necessity, whereas I like to cook, but don’t always have the energy to do it lately. Anyway, I responded that I didn’t take any meat out of the freezer so it will have to be chicken fingers. Don’t judge.

We returned from wee man’s appointment just after 4 p.m. Keep in mind that he leaves for basketball at 6:15-ish. Upon entering the house, he plops himself on the couch and proceeds to send text messages to the guys he meets up with for basketball every Monday evening. I plopped myself on the other couch to feed the babes.

I looked at the pile of dishes in the sink, thought about dinner and who was going to make it, and the fact that I was at the time tethered to a baby via a boob and I literally wanted to punch my husband in the throat.

Finally, he got off the couch and started to put something together for dinner.

I know, I should have said something, but we’ve had this discussion soooooo many times, and I hate to nag. I guess I rather sit and stew.

Anyway, I was going to leave every last dish in the sink for him to do when he gets home from basketball, but I didn’t for a few reasons:

  1. I just couldn’t leave it looking like that for another minute. I can’t function in a kitchen if the sink is overflowing with dishes. It makes me crazy; and
  2. I wasn’t confident that he would actually do them tonight and I would be even more angry to see them still there tomorrow morning.

Seriously, I’m going to have to implement the whoever doesn’t do the cooking does the dishes. At times there seems like there’s an uneven distribution of household contribution.

You want to hear what I think is the worst part? He’s the first one to complain about the state of the kitchen as he’s adding another dish to the pile and walks away. Uggggggggghhhhhhh! He makes me crazy sometimes.

On the other hand, he’s great with watching the kids and that should be enough, but I don’t think it is when you’re a breast feeding mommy. You need a break from cooking all the time. Especially if you have a kid that seems to wait until you’re done cooking and just sit down to eat to start wailing to be fed.

Most of the time I either end up juggling the wee babes and his bobble head in one hand while shovelling food into my mouth, hoover down my food so I can feed him, or let my food get cold so that I can feed him.

Ahhh….rant over. Thanks for listening/reading. :-)

Happy New Year

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We survived

Well, that had to be the best Christmas visit we’ve ever had with my in-laws. My hubby, step-daughter and I were so pleasantly surprised.

And when my husband told the group that we couldn’t afford presents for everyone this year, his sister’s response seemed genuinely supportive.

As we were leaving, she asked me if I would mind knitting her an infinity scarf. Duh! Of course I can do that. I’m more than happy to knit her something. It’ll be fairly inexpensive, depending on the yarn I choose, and it will be made with love.

No seriously! I love making things for people that I know will enjoy them. In fact I think I will make an infinity scarf for my friend/personal trainer. She’s due for some updated knitwear. I’ll probably make a hat for both of them too.

(Please don’t ask about my knitted gifts that I was working on for this Christmas.)

Back to our visit…

We arrived at noon and left close to 6:30. A bit later than I would have liked, but I can’t complain since we didn’t leave my aunt and uncle’s place until midnight on Christmas night.

My MIL, FIL, and step-MIL were there when we arrived. I later found out that my MIL was surprised to see my step-MIL. No one told her that she was invited. However, she took it in stride and everyone got along.

My SIL’s partner made penne and meatballs, which was oh so good. She even made the pasta sauce from scratch. Yum!

Peanut enjoyed opening presents…even ones that didn’t belong to her.  :-)

My SIL and her partner moved into their newly built house not to long ago and it is beautiful. It’s s large bungalow with a large kitchen and a magnificent backyard that looks out onto a lake.

I found the family room to be a bit small for the size of the house, but overall it’s gorgeous.

I’ve expressed to hubby in the past that I’m open to moving to a bungalow when we look for our forever home.

There are certain things we’re looking for in our next, and hopefully last house, that we unfortunately won’t find in our current neighbourhood. We’ll have to look more north or northeast, which takes us away from easy access to the highway and transit for me to get downtown.

Anyway, that’s a conversation for another time.

This visit with the in-laws was pretty decent, and I’m happy that it was for my hubby. :-)

All the best for the upcoming New Year everyone!

Ugh…so annoyed

Warning…in-law rant ahead.

I feel like a bit of a jerk even writing this because of how much time we spend with my family versus my husband’s, but I can’t help the way I feel.

Tomorrow we’re making the two hour trek to somewhere behind God’s back (aka almost cottage country) to see my in-laws.

We’re heading to his sister’s new house where their mom and dad will also meet us later.

Here are the things that grind my gears about this:

1. My husband guilted his dad into meeting us at his sister’s so he can see the baby. What the heck?! Why hasn’t he come down see the baby since he was born? Why do I have to pack up my two kids and drive two hours for him to see the baby? I’ll tell you why…his current wife. You hear that? That’s the sound of a whip. Case in point, neither my husband nor his older sister have ever been invited to their dad’s house for Christmas dinner. NEVER! That’s just weird. If his dad really cared, he would have shown more interest.

2. His family has this “are you getting me a gift, because if you are then I will get you one” mentality. What? My parents told me more than once that we should not get them a present for Christmas. They know how hard things were financially being in the hospital on two separate occasions, being a single income family and then being on maternity leave. Somehow I don’t think his sister and her partner are going to be that understanding when we show up without a gift tomorrow. I am not putting myself into more debt for people who show zero interest in my family. I suggested to my hubby that he “warn” his sister about the presents situation from our end. He didn’t take my advice, so the variety of Ji.m Car.rey-like faces when she finds out we didn’t get her a present should be entertaining.

3. I don’t like the way they treat my husband. For the past year they’ve nagged him about finding a job. He has a job…stay at home dad! The pay is crap, but the rewards are plenty. Although his sister works in education she seems to have no idea how expensive daycare is in this province and my husband being at home with our daughter was a huge savings for us.

4. His mom, sister and her partner are always quick to argue. They pull the pin, throw the hand grenade and then go in to assess the situation after the damage is done.

I don’t think I need to go on. I’m sure you get the point.

I straight up don’t want to go, and I’m only doing it to support my husband. The last time we went up there it was such a disaster. I pray that we don’t encounter that again.

I’ll let you know how things go.

Too fast

It feels like overnight my little man has grown. When we took him to the pediatrician for his post-hospital checkup he weighed in at 4.1kg, and now he feels like 6 or 7kg.

I’m trying to savour every moment with him since I know this will be our last baby.

My husband is done having kids since he now has three. I’m done because:

1. I’m getting older;

2. kids are expensive (darn daycare in Ontario); and

3. with each pregnancy there seems to be a medical issue and our family can’t go through that again.

I’m quite content with our little family.

Babes is now six weeks old and it seems like an eternity since we were hovering by his cot in the NICU.

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Babes on oxygen

And now look at my handsome little man . . .

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Ready for Christmas with my family

And Peanut is getting big too. It seems like everyday she has a new set of words or a new phrase, like “oh cool” or “thank you much”.She amazes me everyday.

However, we are entering the stage of asking why, hits and misses with nap times, dramatic temper tantrums, and whining.

While these things can be super annoying at times, my heart melts when I look into those big brown eyes of hers.

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Peanut about to give her Cabbage Patch Kid a mani-pediatrician.

Bliss!

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