Saturday, December 11, 2010

On that room full of toys...

Over the holiday seasons past, the kids received a ton of plastic lights/sounds/movement toys, as usual. When someone asked us what gift they should get the kids we always said books or clothes, not toys. They have more than enough toys. But of course we still ended up with a million toys.

After last Christmas, the daughter of a friend of ours, who is the same age as Pippa, almost died and is now permanently disfigured. She was just playing in her playroom. I won't go into specifics, as it's not my story to tell, but I did some research and it ended with me going through every toy we owned and throwing out all of the plastic junk. Which left our playroom pretty bare. We had empty shelves and many books but really, no toys. So I made a new rule that goes something like No Plastic Crap That Annoys The Hell Out Of Me. That's what I told my husband and friends. To the kids this meant Nothing Fun That You Can Get At Target.
We live in an apartment, and technically the playroom is a den, and when we moved in we basically took every single toy we had and threw it in the playroom. We never decorated. But then Nick had to do some work at home once in awhile, and guests had to sleep in the kids room on bunk beds or on a blow up bed, and the kids had to sleep on the trundle bed we bought and put in our room, and it was just a mess. So when we emptied the room of all the toys and broken, or really (lovingly) ruined things, we were left with books and a select few stuffed animals. A clean slate.
The floor was generic apartment carpet, beige and scratchy to little knees and elbows (and faces) and irritating to touch and see. So we tore it out. We weren't sure whether we wanted to put in hardwood (prettier, increases value of apartment, we like it more) or better carpet (also pretty, and won't get scratched or dented like hardwood, can wipe up spills), so we waited awhile to decide on that, but we eventually went with a a dark brown hardwood that seems to be pretty kid-proof. We painted the walls white (from their previous red that came with the apartment) but then we decided to just go for it and we ended up painting the walls a rather light but still bright blue.
A relative of Nick's built us a huge built-in-but-if-we-really-wanted-to-we-could-take-it-elsewhere wallbed/table/storage system. Whew, mouthful. It is white and has three sections, and it stands opposite the door and takes up the entire wall, so when you walk into the room the opposite wall is one huge built-in system.
On one end it opens 90 degrees to reveal a desk for Nick to work from, complete with a huge markerboard for ideas (shhh, don't tell the kids they can draw on it!) and a printer, and a laptop place, and a lamp, and a place for all our papers that we need to have, being adults and all. We discovered that even though it was built for Nick, I can use it too. So it's usually mine, I pay the bills and do all our paperwork there, until Nick brings his work home. Then I go sit on the couch.
In the middle, well, there's a bed. You push a button and pull a handle and a bed folds out of the wall. We decided to go crazy and make it a california king, because sometimes our guests co-sleep with their kids, and we wanted to make it roomy. When the bed is folded up there are two choices of disguise. One is a panel with a design on it to match the rest of the cabinets. That panel usually sits in between the mattress and the bottom of the bed, because we only use it when we have company over. The other option is a neat idea Nick had while we were waiting for the panel to be finished. Nick put drywall over the panel of wood under the bed, the one that is facing the room when the bed is folded up. He painted it with chalkboard paint from floor to ceiling and now the kids can draw all over it and up top I can write rules and little messages. The "good panel" that matched the cabinets, snaps and locks into the frame of the "chalkboard". We had a little dilemma between going with chalkboard paint (dust, crumbles, possible eating by little ones) vs. dry erase paint (no dust, no crumbles, but the kids could eat those markers too, and those markers could be used to draw on other surfaces) but after much weighing of pros and cons we went with chalk because it won't colour other surfaces.
The third part is 9 shelves. The five shelves on the bottom are full of books for the kids to read, the fifth one up holds cute metal boxes of art supplies like paint things and scissors, things the kids only use when I'm in the room. The seventh and eighth shelves each hold two kids photos and two keepsake chests of little things I want them to have when they're older. The top shelf is for baby/kid books. Because I was crazy about the kids baby books and it carried on until they turned 5.
So that's how the playroom is right now. We aren't going to do anything about it over the holidays, and we're hoping to have the finishing touches on it by Valentines Day.

Monday, December 6, 2010

mind blowing, I know

It's really becoming apparent that Pippa is no longer an ickle teensy babe anymore.
I realize everyone else already knows this. Literally, everyone.
She'll be three in 2 months.
As had happened with previous births, I had Viv in April and realized ohmygoodnessholywhatever my baby is a big girl! But she hadn't changed, I had.
Now she's changed. She speaks in full sentences and the girl can argue her point just like I can. She sized up in clothes and now I get her clothes confused with Sera's often. She's potty trained herself, little miss independent, and she's all about "I do it!" "Let Pip do it!" and the, finally, "I did it!". She's stopped running away from me in public all the time, and instead of point blank drop-dead-and-kill-me-now refusing to sit in the stroller? She WANTS to sit in the stroller. Crazy girl. She gets what's going on around her and she would also like to voice her opinion pweese. But she is not interested in picking up her toys or finishing her breakfast momma, notanku.
She's not a little toddler anymore, she's this tiny little BIG GIRL. In big girl panties. She's the polar opposite of Sera, and I'm positive I'm going to have to put them on separate continents when they're teenagers if the world is to survive, but for now, she's almost 3, and she's, all of a sudden, my big girl.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Thursday, May 27, 2010

En Francais


Joyeux fete, ma belle. L'amour, Mama, Daddy, Theo, Pippa, et Viv

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Stinkeye


My friend Chantal dressed her.
I do not know where she got the overalls.

Sunday, April 11, 2010

The Outtake

"She's cute. Can I have your cookie, Daddy?"
&
"woah, these white flappy things are hypnotizzzzzzZZZzzz *snore*"

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Flashback (22 months ago)

Serafina meeting Viviana
April 7th 2010

Serafina meeting Philippa
February 7th 2008

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Miss...

Viviana Eve Maria J.
You may call her Viv, Vivbabe, Via, Vivi, or, if you must, Viviana.
Her first name is all her own, we don't know anybody with that name. In all honestly, an unimportant scene in Pretty Woman was my inspiration. Her middle name, Eve, is my paternal Great Grandmothers name, and Maria is for her two Great Grandma Mary's.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

We're Home!

We got home a couple hours ago, the kids were already asleep. I'm feeling okay, I stayed up until 5:30 AM last night because I was so excited, the adrenaline rush post-birth is unreal. I slept until 2, waking up to feed her whenever she was hungry. Her Grandmas hung out with her so I didn't have to send her to the nursery. The hospital said I could stay two more nights if I wanted, and I actually considered staying, at least tonight, but then I counted the number of times they've checked something, usually every 90 minutes, and I decided I would be more comfortable at home. So we left at 7:50, and stopped at Panera, Nick ran in to get our order and I breastfed in the back seat. We got home a few minutes after the kids fell asleep, which was great because if they'd seen us come in tonight they'd still be up and excited and I would be dead. So I'm glad it worked out this way.
For now we're relaxing. Nick is sleeping, because he hasn't slept at all since I went into labor on Sunday. I'm resting, breastfeeding, sending out e-mails, addressing the envelopes for my Thank You cards, and picking out birth announcement cards. Gotta love this post-birth energy rush!
We've named her! We've got to make a few phone calls, but right after that I'll announce it here for far-away family members who aren't getting phone calls!

Monday, April 5, 2010

Finally!

Our beautiful baby has arrived!
It's a girl!!!
We have not called everyone announcing her arrival yet, and some people need to know her name before others. So family, you'll be receiving a phone call soon, or check back here in a few days.
7 Pounds 7 Ounces
20 Inches
April 5th 2010
5:25 PM
My water broke at 5:25 PM on Sunday and exactly 24 hours later we were finally able to hold her!

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Hey, hormones!

Internet, I am way over 9 months pregnant. Which means that I am roughly the size of Texas. I dropped on Wednesday. Nick took a few pregnancy photos on Tuesday night and left for work early the next morning, I never got the chance to see him. When he got home on Wednesday night he asked where half the baby went. We took a few more pregnancy photos and comparing the two it is obvious that in 24 hours my belly, which was pretty high before, dropped to about my knees and went from a relatively perky and ball-like bump to a drooping smushed pillow lump.

I am so uncomfortable. I have had a decent pregnancy, I had morning sickness from weeks 7 to 17, and I get backaches a lot, which is to be expected because I injured my back as a teenager. I've been getting headaches occasionally that make me want to die, but that's it. I wasn't hormonal all the time, cravings were minimal, I had no health problems.
Now I am making up for it. Since the baby dropped I've been like a blimp full or hormones always wanting some food that's not in the house. I feel like absolute shit. Thank God Nick got April off work for the move/renovation, because I needed him home. I can't take care of the kids. I lay on the couch all day and watch TV while cramming food into my mouth. I ask Nick to get me Taco Bell, no, Chinese, no, Thai! Yes! Thai is what I want. Now. Go! So he goes, and I call him before he's even out of the driveway, No! I want KFC. Actually, just get me a large McDonalds Fries. And on and on and on until he gets to the most recent place I've requested food from and actually bought something, and stopped at three other places on the way home to pick up Chinese, Thai, and McDonalds Fries, because I got the best husband in the world. And when he gets home I cry because I feel so bad for making him go out and get stuff at midnight for me. And then I cry because I feel like crap. And Nick helps me go to the bedroom and brings my food in there and turns on the TV to my channel and hangs out with me while I whine. And when I fall asleep watching TV in bed he readjusts me so I won't wake up feeling like my muscles have been turned into a pretzel, he gets a blanket for me, turns off the TV, puts away the food, gets me a glass of water for when I wake up parched in the middle of the night, and then he goes and sleeps on the couch because he knows I need space.
I cry when I wake up to pee a few hours later and realize what he did. And when I go into the kitchen and make myself a bowl of cereal at 2 AM because I am starving, Nick wakes up and hangs out with me until I go back to sleep. And at 5 AM when I wake up to pee for the 7th time and go heat up some chinese that Nick brought home just in case I wanted some overnight, he wakes up again, and heats it up for me, and talks to me, and when I cry again he doesn't roll his eyes and tell me to go back to sleep, he stays and we talk about baby names and houses and how many bedrooms we need. And then I go back to bed and he stays up and cleans and takes care of the kids all day long and then takes them to my family's Easter Gathering 2010 (a big deal in my family) while I stay home and eat the 2 subway sandwiches, McDonalds Fries, KFC, Taco Bell, popcorn, and hot dogs that he made or got for me before he left. Because somehow I got the best husband in the world. And now I'm crying again.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Getting closer

I am as ready as I'll ever be.

The nursery is finished, all the clothes are washed and put away, the furniture is all set up, we've got a million blankets and the pack'n'play is set up in the living room. The bassinet is next to the bed and I've got the baby monitor charged and there's a cabinet in the kitchen reserved for bottles and breastfeeding supplies. We've cleaned our house top to bottom and same goes for both cars. We bought new car seats and got them installed and checked. My bag is packed and waiting in the car. And we still have almost a month to go.
I'm not uncomfortable yet. This pregnancy has been nice. It feels like I've finally stopped to enjoy it. With Theo everything was fine but I was busy and working and worried and it was my first pregnancy and I was stressed. My next pregnancy, with Sera, was horrible and life threatening and I wouldn't wish that experience on anyone. My pregnancy with Pip was technically fine, but I spent it waiting for things to go bad, because they did with Sera. I think my pregnancy with Pippa was healing, it showed me I could do it.
This pregnancy has been fine. I had no morning sickness, no food aversions, I haven't felt like a whale, I've been in a good mood, and the baby has been active but not painfully so. And I do realize how lucky I am that this has gone so well, because I have been on the other side. I feel beautiful this time, I actually have the glow, I'm not waddling, the baby is sitting fine, low enough so that I can breathe, high enough so that I can walk. I am enjoying myself.
The next few weeks are pretty busy for us, but nothing I can't handle. All I have to do is maintain the house, the laundry, just keep up, nothing extra. I can do that.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Perfect Six

Dear Theodore,
Your name means God's Gift. You really are God's gift to us, my darling.
Six years ago today I got the greatest gift, a healthy baby boy. You.
I remember telling myself to take it all in, because I was sure my life couldn't get any better. I was wrong. You still give me hugs and kisses all day long, you still call my name in the middle of the night, you love me like I'm the only one. Except now you are so much more fun. You can read and write and count and draw and you never stop talking. You can swim and run and play for hours. You are an amazing son and big brother.
Thank you so much, Teddy. I know we incredibly lucky to have you.
Love, Mama, Daddy, Sera, Pippa, and Baby

Monday, February 8, 2010

Deux

This is the morning you were born. A character from the start.
At the beginning you were so content.
And then you formed an opinion on everything, and it usually ended this.
We loved you anyway.
You started getting so big.
This is the moment I realized you weren't an infant anymore.
And then you went and turned one on me. You were pleased.
You really liked your cake. A lot.
And Elmo. Oh, how you loved Elmo.
You started to look just like the Gerber Baby.
And all of a sudden there was a ton of sister love.
Some copying....
And a whole lot of following.
There were many early mornings where you and I both looked like this, unfortunately.
You like to frolic in the sand.
When I leave your hair alone it does this.
You've played hard.
You've gotten very goofy.
You've posed for pictures.

And now you've turned 2
My dearest Philippa, there aren't enough words to describe you.
You're rarely an angel, always a handful, you make me laugh so hard I have contractions, and a minute later you will have me wanting to pull my hair out. You're so independent, loving and snuggly only before you fall asleep, and the rest of the time you would like everyone to get out of the way, thankyouverymuch. You love dogs and you dance to music and occasionally you acknowledge that you have siblings by playing with them for a few minutes. You love water and I'm pretty sure you're going to turn into a fish soon, because your favourite thing to do is splash around in the dogs water bowl. It's a good thing the dogs like you.
We like you too. A lot.
~Mama, Daddy, Theo, Sera, and Baby~

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Almost Two

Tomorrow my baby girl turns two years old. I've spent all of the past few days soaking her in because she's growing up so fast.

I miss the beginning. The first month or so, when all she did was sleep and eat and at night when we were all in the family room together playing games, Pippa sleeping in a moses basket in between Nick and I. She was so quiet, the kids didn't pay her any attention, and it felt like Nick and I were the only ones who knew of her, she was only ours.
And then she got an opinion. And the opinion was that nothing was nice and everything sucked and crying as loud as possible while never pausing to sleep was the way to make things better. I don't miss that. Those five months? Can go suck it.
From 6 months on she's just been Pip. Extraordinarily opinionated, independent like no other, and so cute you could eat her up.
I can't believe that tomorrow morning I'll be able to call my baby girl TWO.

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Theo, Boy

Making a cardboard robot with my son, and listening to him cheer me on when I did something right, such as give the robot ears. Making dinner for only me, Val (My MIL), and Theo. Theo eating dinner without complaints. My son begging to help me clean up after dinner. Sitting on the couch watching a bedtime movie with Theo, writing easy words such as A, I, It, See, In, No, Yes, Like, etc. on a magna doodle and having him read them successfully, after being sent home a list notifying me that that needs a good deal of work. Win!
Watching him brush his teeth, he manages to make it funny. Watching him kiss and hug his Grandma, they have a special thing. Lying in his bed and reading a book of numbers with him. (Small Story: He recently got bored printing numbers the correct way, so he started making them sideways and/or upside down, backwards, etc. and he forgot which way is correct. We're working like crazy, with numbers everywhere. Just to go to the bathroom he usually has to pass six number checkpoints. Anyways, lying there, seeing him so excited for the next page, next number, it was awesome.)
Settling him down and turning off the light, saying goodnight, and walking out the door of his bedroom realizing that he is not such a little boy anymore. He's grown a lot in the past six months, both physically and emotionally, and he's not a big boy yet. He's just Boy. Not little, but not big.

Saturday, January 16, 2010

And the name is...

A secret. (For less than 3 months, lest you forget how fast my due date is approaching.)

Until Hammy is born. We've got tentative names, one for a boy and one for a girl, and the middle names have been set in stone from the beginning, so that's set. The first names might still change, if we get tired of them or the kids hate them, but the idea is that I can stop worrying about having nothing to call the baby. Because now I've got names. And nicknames. It's wonderful.

In other news, I've decided that Hammy is actually the perfect name for this unborn baby until it's born (we will not be naming the baby Hammy). This kid likes to kick. And flip. And twirl. And do freaking jumping jacks and full 360's all. the. time. So Hammy can theoretically be derived from Paul Hamm, Olympic Gymnast, or Mia Hamm, Soccer Player Extraordinaire. One boy, one girl, one perfect name for this fetus.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

80 Acres

80 acres of paradise. Snow covered paradise. Roughly 2 to 3 feet of it. Deep green pine trees dusted with snow and frosted lightly. Bare birch trees covered in an icy glaze, frosted. A herd of about 45 bison across the road. The road with no name, just many numbers. The highway that nobody ever goes down. The national park 2 minutes away, with animals of all kinds inside. The animals on the farm. The 14 dogs, the 20+ cats and kittens, the geese, the ducks, rabbits, 5 goats, a llama, many chickens, a wild boar, 9 horses, a foal, a filly, a pony. A herd of cattle, a few pigs, and an indoor dog and cat. Coyotes in the trees in the backyard. A mountain in my backyard. And a lake. An orchard of spindly trees, frosted. A flower garden, dormant. A vegetable garden waiting for spring. Some more fruit trees. Another vegetable garden, this one huge, more than an acre. An old train stop, now a place where chickens and sometimes the ducks and geese live. An old house, long ago fallen apart, but somehow still standing. Somewhat. More trees and paths that only my father and I can follow. Somehow, my mind still remembers every path. A long driveway, up up up the hill, leading to the house. The house that my parents bought when I was three. The house I grew up in. Still a home.

I remember all of this like I am still ten years old and living here. I know this place better than the back of my hand, I could walk anywhere here blindfolded, because I just know. I thought eventually I might forget a lot of this stuff, but I haven't, and I hope I never will, because this place is my childhood.
Nick, the kids, and I. We are here for 9 days. Visiting my parents. I'm trying to show my kids all of it, it's impossible, both because I am hugely pregnant and there is so much to show. But I'm still trying. There have been snowball fights, many animals visited, and Nick is taking Sera and Theo exploring right now. When it gets cold the kids go to the basement an play hide and seek, occasionally coming upstairs with an item I treasured during childhood. It's amazing to watch them discover it all. And when they're tired for a few minutes, there's always Baba and Papa, waiting with hot chocolate and yummy food, and a bookcase full of movies that I grew up watching. I may live elsewhere, far away, and consider it home. But this is also a home. It's like I never left.

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Occasional Style

This bedding.
I chose it for Nicks parents bedroom, and they love it.

Monday, January 4, 2010

My Not New Years Resolutions List Post

I read all the new years resolution posts of my favourite bloggers and start to make my own. My list begins and ends with me writing (in pretty font) New Years Resolutions 2010!
Normally my list includes generic things like exercise more, lose the baby weight/those last 10 pounds, go to sleep earlier, and organize my home. All things I've seen on my friends lists. All completely normal. Except this year.
This year I have no resolutions. Nick and I, we are throwing ourselves into the complete unknown, we are finishing our house, taking his parents into our home for good, bringing another person into our already full family, and hopefully making it through the year. Our goal this year is to make it to next year, sanity intact.
I do intend to make a Post-Partum Resolutions List come April, but at that time my life will be a chaotic mess and I will treat the list as more guidelines rather than actual regimented rules.
For now my Resolutions List happens to be one of things to accomplish before the baby gets here. The list is long, and it has finally stopped growing, but still, LONG. I hope that we can get everything done in the next three months. We should maybe get started on that nursery! You know, the one for the baby arriving in a very short four months! Don't anybody be surprised if Hammy doesn't have a nursery for the first few months.