Back to Work

Ok So those of you that have been waiting for 2008 - A year in review...hope you've figured it out by now but it's not gonna happen! Nothing that interesting happened anyways! (hehe!) Ok, other than my wedding in February in Jasper, Honeymooned on a Cruise through the Panama Canal, 9 Months of Pregnancy, the birth of my GORGEOUS baby boy and Christmas in Canada...Other than that...not much happened! Ok, I'm sorry, I just never got the chance to sit down and do it. Please forgive me!

So this week was my first week back at work after having 9 months off on Maternity Leave. I can't believe that my little angel is nearly 9 months old. I'm not sure where time has gone! Smiley and I decided that it would be best for everyone (myself, Smiley and Zachary) if I went back part-time and worked 3 days a week. I wasn't too sure about it and hated the thought of actually going back to work and leaving Zachary for 3 days. It turns out I think it's going to be ok. I'm glad that I'm not working more than that as I think I'd feel as though someone else was bring up my baby.

Zachary was in Nursery (Day Care) for those three days and he did really well. As the week went on he ate more and had more milk. His key worker said he was doing brilliantly. This of course is great news. Although they did say that they gave him a cup of sand to play with and he touched it and started to cry. Bless! He did better with the sand on Wednesday but still wasn't quite sure what to make of it.

Wednesday I got home after picking Zachary up and it was about 6:30. Smiley has been working in London a lot recently as he's busy, busy, busy with work. So I put Zachary down in the lounge and went to let Moose out the back as he hadn't had a walk and he was going to have to wait till Smiley got home around 8 or so.

Now I must give you some background info on our house. Our back door is through the conservatory and there is a step down from the dinning room into the conservatory with french doors there. The Conservatory is small so it's only about 3 steps from the french doors to the outside doors.

Right. I put Zachary down in the lounge and headed towards the french doors to let Moose out. Zachary is crawling now and is pretty quick. So in order to keep him from hurting himself I shut the french doors into the Conservatory (as there is a step down there onto cement flooring). By the time I got to the outside door and unlocked it Zachary was at the french doors and started to bang on the window. I let Moose out, hooked the door so it would stay open and went back in. I went to open the french doors and they were stuck...Locked shut by a bolt across the bottom of the two doors. As I went out I only unlocked the one door and didn't undo the bolts at the top and bottom so the bolt across the two kept me from getting back in.

I looked down at Zachary and there he was smiling up at him. He had lifted and slid the bolt across and locked the 'unlocked' door to the bolted one! OMG! I didn't know what I was going to do. I had no phone, no keys and this day and age, who knows any phone numbers as they are all stored in your phone! Fortunatly my neighbour across the road had seen me come home and brought over the box of wine that had arrived for us during the day. She waved at me through the window and I motioned for her to come to the back gate. I explained what had happened and she came and had a look.

Poor Zachary was locked inside the house and I had no way of getting in. That morning before I went to work I double checked that all the windows were on the latch as I would be gone for 10 hours and Smiley was working in London and had left well before me. I started to panic but my fab neighbour told me not to worry as she started to call 999. We asked for the Fire 'Brigade' to come out as we had a baby locked in a house.

The Fire 'Brigade' arrived within 5-10 minutes and they were great! Nice and calmly had a look at the windows to see if they could get in and came up with an action plan. Poor Zachary couldn't understand what was happening as his mummy was on the other side of the glass and he couldn't get to her. He was sitting by the door and absolutely screaming his head off...it broke my heart as I knew there wasn't anything I could do. At one point he did have his face pressed against the window and he looked so cute! I couldn't help but laugh (the firemen were halfway in by that point!). Fortunatly the french doors aren't that well made so they were able to take the glass out fairly easily without breaking it and in the end put it back and my landlord will never know the difference (unless he happens to read this!). They unlocked the bolt and let me in. Zachary was happy as anything the moment I picked him up. He was covered in kisses and then had his picture taken with one of the firemen who helped me get back into the house.

I still can't believe that my 9 month old baby managed to lock me out of the house. Who's a clever boy! I find it very funny now but I did have a bit of a wobble when I realised that he was inside and I was out and there was nothing I could do about it. This is definatly something to go into his memory book!

Putting the glass back in the door

Not sure Zachary really liked the fireman!

The past two days have been great with Zachary. Yesterday we went swimming and went round Ali's and Zachary had a play with Rosie (who is 6 weeks younger) and today we just had some great Mummy and Zachary time.

Assuming I don't get locked out of the house again, I think I have the correct work/life balance!

Bad Blogger...Still...and Lent

Ok, I know I know...I've not even started the post 'a year in review' or whatever lame title I come up with...But after I've done this...I will, I'll actually start it. But Smiley has gone out for some Chips so I'll not finish before he gets back.

I have no excuse for not blogging other than having a baby to play with all the time and he's a grabby little thing and loves all electronic devices, phones, remotes, laptops...yup...good fun! Plus this post feels like it's going to be a lot of work as it was a busy year!

Just wanted to post this...Lent...Every year I try and give something up. Last year I didn't give anything up as I had already given up caffeine, alcohol and all sorts of other stuff (runny eggs!) as I was pregnant. This year Smiley and I have given up Sugar and biscuits (or cookies for you folk in the colony's). Ok...Sugar...this needs some explanation...I can eat things with sugar in it...but I can't put it in my tea or coffee or cereal...that sort of thing. I'm not allowed biscuits but am allowed donuts...and chips...don't forget chips (with loads of salt and vinegar on them!). This should be fairly easy as I'm already used to no sugar in my tea (didn't take long) and I have raspberries in my porridge so it sweetens it up nicely...I'll keep you posted on the biscuits front!

Now...I'm going to start the promised post!

Bad Blogger

Ok, So I know it's been over two months since my last post...and that didn't have any news...it was just a bit of fun. I admit...I'm a bad blogger!

There always seems to be something more urgent to do, like feed or change the baby, do the washing or sleep...or even just little things like the banking! I will try and do a 'year in review' post for 2008 by the end of this week as it was a pretty awsome year!

But I must go for now as hubby has just arrived home and I've not yet had dinner although I have walked and fed the dog, started the washing, tidied the bedroom, done the shopping and bathed and put the baby to bed...all before 8pm. Today was a good day!

More posts to come soon...I promise!

Mad Libs

Dear Yvonne,

I don't really know how to tell you this, but your nostrils are insulting. I think I realized it when you finally changed your underwear in your car and poured syrup on my boyfriend. I'm sure you're senile enough to understand that I may pee my pants. I'm returning your toe ring to you, but I'll keep your neighbours dog as a memory. You should also know that I told in my confession today about the moose poaching and you should get that embarrassing rash checked.

Your everlasting enemy,

Evette

My BFF Yvonne had this on her blog and because I not one original thought in my head I thought I would have a go! Hehe! Have a go if you like...here are the instructions.

Dear (someone),I don't really know how to tell you this, but (1). I think I realized it (2)(3) and (4)(5).I'm sure you're (6) enough to understand (7). I'm returning (8) to you, but I'll keep (9) as a memory.You should also know that I (10) and (11).(12),(Your name).

1) What's the color of your shirt?

Blue - I'm in love with your dog

Red - Our affair is over

White - I’m joining the Convent

Black -Our romance is over

Green- Our socks don't match

Grey - You're a leprechaun

Yellow - I'm selling myself for candy

Pink - Your nostrils are insulting

Brown - The mafia wants you

No shirt - You're mean

Other -I dislike your eyelashes

2) Which is your birth month?

January - That night you picked your nose

February -When you smacked my ass

March - When your dwarf bit me

April - When I tripped on peanut butter

May - When I threw up in your sock drawer

June - when i quoted forest gump

July – when you put cuffs on me

August - When I saw the purple monkey

September - Last year when you peed your pants

October - When we skinny dipped in the bathtub

November - When your dog humped my leg

December - When u finally changed ur underwear

3) Which food do you prefer?

Tacos - In your apartment

Lasagna- In your car

Pasta - Outside of your office

Hamburgers - Under the bus

Salad – As you were eating Kraft Dinner

Chicken - In your closet

Kebab - With Jean Chrétien

Fish - In a clown suit

Sandwiches - At the Elton John concert

Pizza - At the mental hospital

Hot dog - Under a street light

Annat- With George Bush and Stephen Harper

4) What's the colour of your socks?

Yellow - Ignore

Red - Carve your initials into

Black - Hit on

Blue - Knock out

Purple - Pour syrup on

White - Put whipped cream on

Grey - Pull the clothes off

Brown - bit of

Orange - Castrate

Pink - Pull the pants off of

Barefoot - Sit on

Other - Drive over

5) What's the color of your underwear?

Black - My boyfriend

White - My father

Grey – The Catholic Priest

Brown – The Montreal Canadian’s goalie

Purple - My corned beef hash

Red – My knee caps

Blue - My salt-beef bucket

Yellow - My illegitimate child in Ghana

Orange - My Blink 182 cd

Pink – Your ‘My Little Pony’ collection

None – My prized statue of Michael Jackson in the nude

Other --The elephant in the corner

6) What do you prefer to watch on TV?

One Tree Hill - Senile

Heroes- Frostbitten

Lost - High

Simpsons- Cowardly

The news - Scarred

American Idol - vexed

Family Guy - Open

Top Model - Middle-class

Other - Slutty

7) Your mood right now?

Happy - How awful you are

Sad - How boring you are

Bored - That I get turned on only by garbage men

Angry - That your smell makes me vomit

Depressed – That we’re related

Excited - That I may pee my pants

Nervous - The middle-east is planning their revenge on you

Worried - That your Ford sucks

Apathetic - That you need a sex-change

Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your earlobes

Cuddly - That Santa doesn't exist

Silly - That there is no solution to you being a dumb kid

Other - That your driving sucks

8) What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?

White - Your toe ring

Yellow - The cut toenails

Red - Your Hannah Montanna underwear

Black - Your pet rock

Blue - The couch cushions

Green - Your car

Orange - Your false teeth

Brown - Your nose hair clippers

Grey - Our matching snoopy underwear

Purple - Your old New Kids on the Block blanket

Pink(ish) - Your love letters to me

Other - The pictures from Vegas

9) The first letter of your first name?

A/B - Your collection of butterflies

C/D - Your photo with the mustache drawn on it

E/F - Your neighbor dog

G/H - The oil tank from your car

I/J - Your left ear

K/L - The results of that blood-sample

M/N - your virginity

O/P - My common sense

Q/R - Your mom

S/T - Your glass eye

U/V - Your criminal record

W/X – Your sucide note

Y/Z - Your credit cards

10) The last letter in your last name?

A/B - Haven’t showered in a month

C/D - Always will remember the pep talks

E/F - i hate your cooking

G/H – am better off without you

I/J – Mocked you behind your back constantly

K/L - Will tell the authorities that you did not steal that whale in the back yard

M/N - Told in my confession today about the moose poaching

O/P - Was interviewed about the car you stole

Q/R - Always wanted to break your legs

S/T - Get sick when I think of your feet

U/V - Will try to forget that you broke my heart

W/X- I told my psychiatrist about the bruises

Y/Z-bought tampons from winn dixie

11) What do you prefer to drink?

Wine- Our friendship is ruined

Soft drink – I’m off to lead a new life as a lemon

Soda – I will haunt you when I’m reincarnated as an Eskimo

Milk - The apartment building is on fire

Water – You should get that embarrassing rash checked

Cider– I have a passionate interest for mice

Juice – You ruined my attempts at another world war

Mineral water – I'm scratching my butt as you read this

Hot chocolate – Your Cucumber-fetishism Is Weird

Whiskey - I love Oprah Winfrey

Beer – you should stop picking your nose

Other – Thanks for the Cocaine

12) To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?

Italy - Warm tingly sensations

Australia - Best of luck on the sex change

France - Love always

Spain - With tears of sadness

China – You make me sick

Germany – Please don’t hurt me

Japan - Go milk a cow

Greece - Your everlasting enemy

USA - Greetings to your frog Leonard

Egypt – Kiss my butt

England - Go drown yourself about the bruise

Some people should REALLY mind thier own business!

First things first...some background information...

Our little man hasn't been very well recently with a terrible cold. Smiley and I are planning on moving back to Canada in July of 2010 and I'm exclusively breastfeeding.

Now...for my rant.

Yesterday Smiley and I headed into London to catch Expo-Canada to fill in some blanks on moving back home as Smiley and Zachary are both British. We needed to take an hour long tube ride and change twice to get there. I tried feeding Zachary before we left but he didn't want much...heck...if you're not hungry, you're not hungry.

As expected Zachary fell straight to sleep the moment the train (tube) started moving and he stayed that way all the way till our last change over. We had one stop to go and we were waiting for the tube on a crowded platform. Zachary woke up and realized he was hungry so started screaming. The tube stop we were waiting at was above ground and yesterday it was quite chilly out and knowing our tube would be arriving any minute I rocked the buggy and 'Shhhhhh', 'Shhhhh'. I figured he could wait just a little bit longer till we got to our destination.

This shabby lady...closely resembling a bag lady came over and asked if he was hungry...I replied that he probably was but we were just one stop away from our destination and he could wait. She proceeded to tell me that when adults get hungry we get a small grumble but when babies get hungry they get severe cramps and should be fed immediately. I told her I wasn't about to get my boob out there (not because I'm shy but because it was cold) and he would be fine to wait a couple of minutes. She went away...

Two minutes later she came back and 'informed' me that I needed to feed my baby right now and that I shouldn't care what people think and my baby's comfort was much more important. I told her to go away and mind her own business and how dare she tell me how to raise my own child and what did she know...at one point I even grabbed her arm to push her away from us. I was furious and told her to get away from me and stormed off.

I ran into a couple of people with the push chair because I was so mad (I apologised) and Zachary was asleep by the time I got far enough away from the crazy lady.

It just makes me mad that some people feel that they have the right to butt into our business no matter what it may be. Ok...I know Pot, Kettle...Black...as I do like to 'help' people and probably stick my nose in where it doesn't belong but never with strangers.

Whatever happened to 'Mother knows best'? Ok...sometimes we do need help but I know my baby and knew he would be fine for 10 minutes or so. Turns out he stayed asleep till we got to the venue and I actually had to wake him up to feed him.

I just wish that I hadn't let the homeless bag lady upset me so much!

10 Weeks later

I know it's been a while...but I've been busy!

Zachary Dallas arrived at 9:20pm on 12 September weighing 7lbs 7oz. It was all a bit traumatic but we're both healthy and happy. You can read the birth story here.

But now we're 10 weeks on. Zachary is beautiful happy baby. He's now 12lbs 2oz, smiling all the time and has started dribbling...I'm sure his first teeth will be along shortly!

I always knew my life would change but I never realized how difficult the first couple of weeks would be. Between the hormones and recovering from major surgery plus learning how to take care of a newborn baby I was a wreck. I'm so thankful to my husband for all his support. I'm not sure I would have managed without him and I have so much respect for single mothers now.

We're headed home for Christmas. Mum gets us for Christmas and then Dad's for 2 weeks in the new year. I can't wait to introduce our little Doo-Dah to everyone!

I never knew I could love anyone so much!

8 Days overdue

That's right folks...I'm now 8 days overdue. I'm really wishing I had prepared myself for the fact that I could possibly be overdue. Even though I knew that only 5% of babies are born on their due date and 75% of all babies are born late. But I figured I would be early or on time. Gullible right?!?!?!

So the things they don't tell you about pregnancy...it's bloody hard work! I'm not going to get into the details as you don't want to hear about it. But I ache EVERYWHERE...and I mean it! I've also had an extra 8 days to think about labour...and actually, that's all I've thought about for the past 8 days. The more I think about it...the more scared I get. I know it's silly thousands of woman do it every day...and women with less pain tolerance than me (there can't be too many out there though as I'm a total wuss!)

Smiley has been a total star...he's comforted me when I've been in tears for whatever reason and been so very patient with me when I'm being completely irrational and I love him so much for that!

I've got to the point where I'm sick of people offering their suggestions to help things move along...yes people...I know they say sex will help...but seriously! Also...saying that it'll happen in the babies time also doesn't help...don't you all understand...I'm tired and I'm uncomfortable and I want my body back!

Also...what is with everyone wanting to know when I go into labour...can't they just be happy that they'll get a text or a call letting them know when our bundle of joy arrives? There are a couple of exceptions to the rules (people who make me laugh are excused) but no one (other than the dog sitter) will get a call or text when I go into labour!

I just want this baby out...I want to deal with the sleepless nights and the black tar poo and the disgusting belly button thingy...not to mention struggling with breast feeding. I want all that...i am no longer enjoying the 'belly time'. I just want my little man to arrive so I can love him and corrupt him in my own special way!