I've got a few recommendations and I'm ready to pay off my library fines so I can actually take out books again. :)
Sunday, January 31, 2010
I've got a few recommendations and I'm ready to pay off my library fines so I can actually take out books again. :)
This was a tad rambly...but I believe I did say that my brain was a bit mushy. So you were warned.
Friday, January 29, 2010
I know that at this point that spanking is NOT the way to go, so I let it drop and when he brings up "Baby Jude" and Daddy being at the restaurant I just continue to say that we left because he wasn't obeying Mommy & Daddy and so we left because it's not okay to behave like that.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Recently I started thinking of all the things there are to do around here and how much fun it can be to be a tourist in your own city. So I think I'm going to start making a list and potentially planning/saving up for a few fun things we can do once the weather gets warmer (I know it's only January, folks, but this is going to get me through the next few months with at least a piece of my sanity intact.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
I am glad I put on a dark pair of jeans on Noah today. We hustle out of the change room, pick up a very tired and cranky Jude and then go to the car. Noah shows some discomfort at the feeling of walking in wet jeans, but doesn't really seem to mind his current situation. I root through our "emergency" pack in the car and THANKFULLY find a diaper that fits him. I change his diaper on the drivers seat and we drive home. Him in his boots, diaper and winter jacket.
Jamie: Noah, who's a baby?
Jamie: Who's your favourite baby?
Noah: Baby Jude!!!
Saturday, January 16, 2010
BUT, in doing so I looked a LOT of pictures. Pictures of myself taken on my webcam in the search for the perfect profile pic for Facebook, MSN messenger (back in the day), blog profiles, etc. It made me realize that I have had a ton of different hair styles. As I've gained and lost and gained weight again different hair styles look better than others.
But I'm keeping my hair short for the next little while and I'll be getting it cut probably next month before my sister's wedding.
I'm thinking short. Sassy. Sexy. Something that will hide the fact that I just got through the post-pregnancy mass exodus of hair from my head. I've now got baby hairs sprouting up every which way. Boo. Again.
So...what should I do? And should I dye my hair!??! I haven't dyed my hair in YEARS. Like...since I got married? 5.5 years ago? Is it worth it? I like my natural hair colour. I have no greys (thank you good genes!) so it's not necessary right now. But will it add to the short sassy sexy hair cut?
My inspirations are Victoria Posh Beckham. She can rock a short hair cut. I am telling you!
Also, Katie Holmes. Or Kate Cruise. Whatever you're calling her. She is CUTE! And she's a Mom. Well, so is VB, but ... I dunno. Moving on...
Rhianna. My goodness she has some HAWT hair. It's edgy. Which I like.
Also, I cannot do a fringe. I tried that. My hair is too thin at the front of my head thanks to said mass exodus.
Here's what I've considered:
Cute, no? I am a fan of the angled bob. It's likely that is what I'll do unless I find something better.
Or the ever so cute and gorgeous Katie Holmes. LOVE.
She is beyond rocking the short hair. I love it.Or the lovely Rhianna. Edgy. And the uneven angled bob! I'm definitely liking that.
So. I need your help. Or at least your input. (Cuz I'll probably do what I want anyway...but new ideas are ALWAYS welcome.) What should I do?
Thursday, January 14, 2010
I attempted the whole pumping thing with Noah when he was only a couple months old. I used this lame, hand held pump that took F O R E V E R to get a piddly amount of milk. Not to mention the hand cramping! So I gave up on that and I think only pumped one other time when Noah was about 4 months old.
But there are so many things coming up for which I need to pump - namely my sister's wedding. I am the maid of honour and while I do hope to get in at least 2 morning feedings and hopefully one other one, I know that my main duty is to my sister that day and that we'll be taking pictures and bridesmaid dresses are not typically known for being breastfeeding friendly. And that's okay. But I do need to pump so that I don't inconvenience others and so Jude can be fed by someone else.
Operation Breast Pump.
So I borrowed a friend's electric breast pump (Thanks, Katt!) and it was okay. I didn't take long for me to figure it out and while it did take longer to get the milk out, there is no breast pump that is going to be as efficient as a baby.
But the thing is I have no idea how much milk Jude takes in each feeding. He only feeds from one side per feed and he's not a long feeder. Like, usually 5 minutes is the average time. Sometimes a little less, sometimes a bit more.
So I got about 4 oz and pumped for 20 minutes. We'll see. I think the whole pumping thing is a bit annoying because it's totally going to mess with my supply, but we'll see how it all goes and it'll be interesting to see Jude with a bottle since he's never had one at all! I don't imagine he'll have a hard time with it.
So my plan is to pump once a day and try out a bottle by the end of the week with Jude. Then if he takes it okay, I'll keep pumping and start storing up milk.
Now to research how much a 6-7 month old baby takes per feeding!
Even the lady at the playcare center at the YMCA said he wasn't like he usually is.
Ever since...Sunday I guess he's been off. He had a slight fever on Monday and Tuesday and I wondered if he would get sick, but I think it's teething. No teeth are through yet, but I think they are on their way.
Noah never had fevers when he would teethe. So it was a bit of a shock when I felt Jude and he was QUITE warm. He got as warm as 38.1 degrees but nothing "major" in terms of what I was reading online (yes, I know. Wonderful place to get information about a sick child.) so I just continued to feed him throughout the night (ugh...when will he start sleeping through the night?) and hoped it would pass.
Well the fever has, but he is still quite cranky (for Jude, that is). Especially in the evenings. He's just so tired come 5 or 6pm and it's pretty rough. I know he needs to nap longer and I wonder if that will come once we introduce solids...we'll see I guess.
Speaking of solids, I did go out and buy 3 boxes of rice cereal and oat cereal and when I think about introducing solids and sleep habits I am starting to get more inclined to introduce solids, but I think for now we'll just wait and see.
He's DEFINITELY more interested in what we are eating and is very grabby-grabby at the table.
Oh and he's also still got a little cough and a stuffy nose. The stuffy nose has been going on for almost a month now! I don't know what to do about it. Could it be a winter thing?
At 10:20 I hear Noah start to cry softly. It gets louder so I go in to see what's up with the wee fellow.
He's calling "Daddy, Daddy" and then "Mama! Mama!" and when I go in he doesn't stop crying (unusual for him) and he still doesn't stop crying when I pick him up (even more unusual). He continues to cry and is getting quite worked up even as I hold him and rock him and sit with him in the rocking chair and pat his back. When I start singing his favourite songs he gets more worked up and continues to call for Mama.
I tell him that Mama is here and it's okay but this does nothing to console him. I'm starting to get a bit upset myself.
After about 10 minutes of this I'm realizing that he doesn't know who I am. He doesn't know that I am his Mama. By this time I'm in tears as I tell him it's okay, Mama's here. But telling him "Mama is here" and yet in his little mind, Mama is not holding him, only serves to agitate him further.
I take him into our bedroom (Jamie is out at this point in the evening) and he's looking around for "Mama". I look with him into the full length mirror we have on the wall and for a second I think he realizes, but then he looks around the room and starts saying, "Where Mama go? Where Mama go?" and is getting really upset.
It's so hard for me to see him like this!
Finally I get a brainwave and say, "What's my name?" (when he is calm but still looking for "Mama") and he says, "Emmy".
That is Emily. The girl who lives downstairs who he likes very much and she has watched him from time to time.
I can only guess that he was dreaming that Emily was watching him and when I came in to him, he may have been in some sort of lucid dream state (as he could actually SEE and identify things in his environment - for instance, a Buzz Lightyear toy he looked at and said, "oh! buzz!") and was convinced that I was Emily.
So I decide to tell him that "Mama is coming" and that calms him right down.
It was still really bizarre as he kept saying, "Mama! Open door! I hear Mama!"
Then I knew I needed to feed Jude and so I asked Noah if he wanted to lie in my bed or in his crib and of course he picked my bed. So I put him there and said that Mama needed to feed Jude and I would be right back.
Totally freaked out that he would fall down the stairs or do something "weird".
Well as soon as I had finished feeding Jude and walked out the door Noah was coming out of my bedroom with a ball in his hand. I think at this point he had "woken up" and we lay in bed and I prayed for him. Then I said, "Where's Mama?" and he looked up at me. And then I asked, "Where's Emily?" and he said, "Jude's room."
So weird. So Emily went INTO Jude's room and Mama came OUT. (in his mind maybe?)
It was pretty traumatic in general for me as I couldn't help him see that it was ME! That I was there, holding him, and trying to comfort him.
I wonder how often we ask God in the hard times, "God? Where are you? I need you NOW! You said you would always be there for me. Comforting me and supporting me. But where are you?" When all along He embraces us, lifts us up from out of the mire we're in and places our feet on solid ground.
And blindly we stumble until we "wake up" and realize God is the one holding us and comforting us and He's been there all along.
Anyway, so he calmed down and eventually fell asleep. It hasn't happened again for the past two nights and I pray it never does. That was rough.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
I was at a store the other day and purchased items for an engagement shower (an engagement party and bridal shower combined into one glorious event), a baby shower and a bachelorette party. I felt like telling the cashier that they were for different people but then felt silly for feeling like I needed to defend my purchases.
Here is what my life will look like over the next 2 months:
January 17th - bridal shower
January 22nd - Engagement Shower
January 23rd 10am - dress fitting
January 23rd 11am - wedding (but not for the one for which I am being fitted)
January 30th - bridal shower
January 31st - baby shower
February 6th - bachelorette party
February 13th - final dress fitting
February 14th - Valentine's Day - no idea if we'll celebrate or not
February 26th - rehersal dinner
February 27th - wedding
But I'm excited.
My lovely friend Tamsin (for whom I am throwing said Engagement Shower) said I was doing too much. Perhaps. But at least I don't feel overwhelmed by it.
But I think because I'm doing things that are fun for me for people I love dearly, it doesn't seem like something that puts pressure on me or weighs me down like a burden.
Plus it was an excuse to use up a few gift cards from Christmas to go shopping for new outfits!
Pubboshow - "Puppet show"
Yesterday I cut out the Madagascar characters from Noah's advent calendar and taped them to spoons and spatulas and then I did a puppet show for Noah. This morning Noah came up to us saying, "Pubboshow! Pubboshow! Pubboshow!" and I couldn't figure out what he was asking and then it clicked - PUPPET SHOW. OOOoooh!
So now it's Puppet show central at the Stricklands.
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Tonight we went into TO for a wedding reception for a friend who got married in AB last weekend. We left Noah with my sister at my parent's house with a handful of instructions/hints and took Jude with us to the reception at our church.
I didn't know how Jude would do what with the reception starting at 5pm. 5pm=the witching hour. Jude's usually a bit of a fusspot during the hours of 5pm-6:45pm. Well, he did great! He was adorable, sweet, and charming. He didn't sleep (except for a short nap from 5:15-6:50ish) and he is still taking a bit of time to settle to sleep since getting home, but he was LOVING the attention and loving he got everyone at the reception.
Noah did really well for his "Auntie Bean" too! They played, he ate dinner and he went to bed easily for her. The only hitch was, when she realized she left her cell phone in the room he was sleeping in she snuck back in and he woke up and cried so she held him until he fell asleep on her. (So cute!)
Looks like he had fun, doesn't it?
Anyway, we had a lovely evening, chatted with some old friends from Jamie's high school and the fact that our boys did so well only served to make the night even more enjoyable.
Excuse me now as I reap the consequences of a 5 month old staying up 3.5 hrs past his bedtime.
Friday, January 8, 2010
His usual wake up time is between 7:30 and 8 so this was highly unusual for him.
I got up and went in to him and helped him get all comfy again and told him it was still nighttime and that he had to go back to sleep.
Then I left.
Then he screamed.
He was so angry!
He started screaming, "I KILL YOU MAMA!"
I think my jaw dropped.
"Did he just say, 'I kill you Mama'?"
Jamie said, "Yup. Sounds like it."
I credit his good friend Elijah (you did warn me, Jen!) with this new expression of anger.
It only lasted 5 minutes and then he fell back asleep until 7:45.
And he woke up happy as can be with no memory of his death threat against me.
I guess I have more of this killing and death talk in my future - especially with 2 boys.
Yesterday I woke up and felt dizzy and nauseous all morning. Oh no. Oh.No.You.Did.Int.
I don't think having another baby so soon would be such a great idea. But I said, "Okay God...if this is what you want, we'll love and welcome this baby."
So I bought a pregnancy test last night to take this morning (cuz you're supposed to take it in the morning for best results or something).
Slept in ('til like 9:15! Woot!) got and fed the baby (cuz he was just lying in his crib wide awake and happy as a lark) and then took the test.
According to that test there will be no new Strickland in 9 months from now.
Jamie was sad.
We do want more...just maybe not with a 14 month age gap between #2 and #3!
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Our latest Noah adventure was trying to cut his hair with the clippers.
I think it's possible that we are all scarred for life because of that hair-raising (okay...how BAD is that pun?) fiasco.
I literally had to pin him straight up into his highchair and hold his hands down in the kitchen while Jamie buzzed his head.
Initially it was me who started out with the clippers but I think it pulled his hair and so "it hurt" (as he likes to say) and he was determined to make the entire experience one gigantic scream-fest.
So Jamie took over and the poor kiddo had tears streaming down his face - he did NOT want a "buzz cut". It's still a teeny bit choppy in spots but later on I made it a game with the scissors of us saying, "Snip snip" as I tried to cut some of the longer hair, but for my sister's wedding in a month and a bit we'll have to approach it a different way.
Now he says that he doesn't want a buzz cut but he'll take a "Pooh cut" next time.
You make the connection.
I did consider stopping but then I looked at my son and there was no way he could have half a hair cut. And going to the hairdressers wasn't going to be any better of a situation so we persevered.
I'll probably go and get a better set of clippers and put Winnie the Pooh stickers all over it or something.
There's a million and one thoughts floating around my head right now. They will slowly become blog entries. But not today.
Today I will be combining Noah's, Jude's and my blogs into this one blog; Strickly Speaking. For all things to do with my life as a wife, mother and woman. My loves, my passions, my stories, my adventures (for I hope to have many) will all mostly be shared here. Mainly for me. But if you decide to read along too, I welcome you with a big smile and a virtual cuppa.
Welcome to Strickly Speaking!