LittleMan is finally sleeping again, knock on wood (and any other surface around). It has been another tough month ending in 2 teeth and a nasty fever but finally I am getting to sleep at night! This week Dad! is on holidays and he gets to take over parenting duties for a couple days while I work, it should be a good experience for both of my boys……
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Getting back to normal
Posted in The Dictator - archives on July 9, 2007| 1 Comment »
What a dollar can buy you…..
Posted in Shopping, The Dictator - archives on July 3, 2007| 2 Comments »
As much as I hate to admit it, I love going to the dollar store. Around here we have Dollarama which I must say is a mecca of cheap junk that you never knew you needed. That place is always packed and seriously I am so lucky they do not take debit cards because I have to go in with cash and stick to a BUDGET (at the dollar store I need a budget – that is how bad it gets) and count how much I am putting into the basket. Heaven forbid if I ever got a cart, I would be broke filling the damn thing up.
The Big One
Posted in Letters to my Son, The Dictator - archives on June 28, 2007| 1 Comment »
Dearest LittleMan,
A year ago today was the second most important day of my life. On Wednesday June 28, 2006 we brought our little boy (YOU!)home from the hospital. At first I was amazed that i didn’t have to pass some sort of exam or sign papers to take you home, it took a while for me to understand that you belonged to us. The day you came home was a hot day(32 degrees), the sky was blue and BuddyLove was pleased to meet you for the first time outside of Mommy’s belly (you had been kicking her for months before this).
Mommy was so very tired after being stuck in the worst hospital room ever for days on end, and went to take a nap after coming home. Daddy took care of you and when you got fussy, he took you for a car ride to calm you down; we were amateurs back then and the car ride was a helped you relax when you were little.
That night was sweltering hot in the house (because Daddy took his time getting us air conditioning), and you spent it screaming, and screaming and screaming. We thought all babies screamed; Mommy was breastfeeding you at the time, and little did she know that because of an operation years ago you were not getting enough milk. You were a hungry little man. Soon we found out that Mommy needed medicine to help feed you and you needed formula to top you up. By the end of the week (Friday night) we had a little system figured out, and you became a pretty happy peaceful baby; until Mommy and Daddy wanted to eat, then you started to fuss and we ate many cold meals after calming you down.
Daddy and I can’t really remember what our life was really like before we had you, and we would never change it for the world. Mommy had a rough year before you were born, and you have made me (and Daddy) so happy and proud; I could just kiss and squeeze you forever. You are the light of my life.
Love you more than chocolate,
Mamamamama
P.S. The most important day of my life was the day you were born.
It Doesn’t Add Up
Posted in ChunkyMommy, The Dictator - archives on June 21, 2007| 1 Comment »
So far this morning I have consumed the following:
Insert witty title here……
Posted in Dad, Grandparents, Paprika - Worlds greatest dog., Sleep, The Dictator - archives on June 19, 2007| 2 Comments »
So much has changed with LittleMan lately, I don’t even know where to begin.
11 months going on 13 years old
Posted in Letters to my Son, Paprika - Worlds greatest dog., The Dictator - archives on May 27, 2007| Leave a Comment »
Dearest LittleMan,
You are just over 11 months old now, and I have to admit you are officially a Toddler.
Sure you don’t attempt to walk with any regularity, but you are as strong as an Ox and you can pitch little temper-tantrums like a seasoned pro. So far, you have not pitched any fits when we go out (knock on wood), you tend to only get mad when Mamamama won’t let you crawl up the stairs or play with Dadadadada’s stereo.
You are getting to be a rough and tumble little boy, you are never alarmed when you hurt yourself, and only cry when your pride is injured. This week, you have learned how to crawl on top of the coffee table and sit there to play with toys. You only seem to do this when Mamamama leaves the room to go pee. You are starting to manhandle BuddyLove, when sitting at the window she barks at the cars going by and you go “ooo ooo ooo” and then grab her collar and pull her down from the window like she is in your way. You now give her full frontal hugs and roll with her on the floor. Lately, you are most amused when she is playing fetch; you giggle endlessly at her antics. I can not wait to watch you and the dog grow up together. Someday, she will spend the night snoring in YOUR room.
Yesterday you finally learned how to go both ways on the stairs, now the problem is you never just go strait up them, you go up two then down two, up two the down two. Normally this wouldn’t be a problem, but since we do need to get upstairs to change your diaper I need to pick you up and that starts a tantrum; which is never pretty but is thankfully short.
Love You More than Chocolate,
Mamamamama
P.S. I know you like to play with doors now, but can you PLEASE stop locking Mamamamama in the pantry?
Back to the Grind……
Posted in Grandparents, The Dictator - archives on May 18, 2007| Leave a Comment »
So I have finished 2 out of three of my shifts this week. Things at work have gone well, I haven’t forgotten how to do things and there were very few changes in the lab to learn. Stuff there never changes, I have been gone a year and some people are still complaining about THE SAME CRAP they did a year ago. I figure at this point they should quit complaining about it, because obviously it is not going to change. The same politics and arguments still exist, which is a little annoying too. Maybe it is my “New Mom” perspective, but I no longer care about that crap. I want to show up, do my job, get my paycheque ($$$$ YAY) and go home to my kid. That’s it. I wish others would just chill out and adopt the same attitude.
Politics, it’s not just for the government anymore….
LittleMan has spent 2 nights with Grams and is spending tonight with LoudGranny (aka my Mom). Things have gone well, he slept straight through the first night and got up once the second night for a bottle. He has been cranky when he gets dropped off, but I think that is because it is so close to bedtime that he is just tired by then, I am thinking of trying to move bedtime up about 15-20 minutes to accomodate this. Or I can continue dropping him off at the same time, and he should get used to it. I worry a little that Grams holds him or tries to contain him too much, he really likes to go go go all the time and if he doen’t run around a lot, he doesn’t take a decent nap which makes the rest of the day crap for everyone involved. I think Grams will get the hang of it in no time at all.
It is still hard to leave him at night and go to work, but I am so very happy to be working again and to me it all evens out in the end. I know as a kid I loved spending time and sleeping overnight at my Baba and Gidos home, and I want LittleMan to feel the same way too. I found having a couple photos of him in my daytimer and really spending good time with him during the day when I am awake have helped me transition back to work. Soon, we may be getting a new schedule at work, and being very part time I really do not want to work 3 nights in a row at all (I should only be doing 2 which is easy with a kid) because I find it to be too much for me, and too much to expect from the Grandmothers (granted the rest of my four week rotation is very nice – even just losing one shift alltogether would do for me).
It does get eaiser when they get older – doesn’t it?
Letters to my Son who can not read
Posted in Letters to my Son, Sleep, The Dictator - archives on April 29, 2007| 1 Comment »
Dearest LittleMan,
Thank you for getting 2 new teeth this week. I must say they are very BIG, and SHARP, and WHITE!
Thank you for staying in your crib until 7am the last couple of mornings, even though it was becasue Mommy refused to come and get you out of it until 7am. Sooner or later you will learn that is the time we wake up in this house. I don’t mind you getting up once a night at 4am, but can we go back to the way things were once upon a time when you would wake up, eat and go back to your crib, be quiet and fall asleep until 7 or 8am? This new “get up at 4:30 in the morning eat and then rock out in my crib making all kinds of racket until I collapse and Mommy finally gets me at 7am” routine is getting a little tiring for Mommy (and judging by your long daytime naps – for you too). Although, I must admit your rocking out in the crib moves are pretty good (I have been watching in the video camera) and may steal a few of them for the next wedding I go to, but don’t worry I will videotape my dancing to embarrass you when you are a teenager.
Thank you for eating so well this week, and finally swallowing beef without gagging. As well, thanks for coming out to breakfast with LoudGranny and I this morning and being so good. You had tons of fun in the germ-pit high chair eating fruit and eggs and hitting the spoons on the table. FUN!!!
Thanks for the 3 hour nap you are taking now, Mommy needed a “do nothing in the house at naptime” break this week, it was a long and painful week.
Love you more then chocolate,
Mamamamamama
P.S. Do you think you could hang out with Dadadadadada while I make dinner tonight instead of crawling up my pantleg? Thanks in advance.
You did’t get the memo?
Posted in Letters to my Son, Sleep, The Dictator - archives on April 24, 2007| Leave a Comment »
LittleMan,
Thank you so much for sleeping until almost 7am today, I really appreciate your efforts. Now tonight do you think you could sleep through the full night, or only get up once and then go back to sleep until 8am? Lets give this a try, I think you (and I) will enjoy it. Please do not get up at 10:30pm, 2:30 am, 4:00am and then 6:45am, because this is not my idea of fun.
As well, can you find something other then a tube of lotion and the dogs collar (which she is wearing) to chew on? Mommy and Daddy have bought the fanciest and coolest teething things we could find, they freeze up for you, they vibrate, and they are squishy yet you would rather gnaw on the dog, lotion or table. Just remember someday, thas table may be in your first apartment (praise the day!) so you may want to have it in somewhat reasonable shape (although chicks dig babies so maybe you are onto something leaving your little tooth marks on it).
Mommy and Daddy love you lots, but we do not understand why you need to climb a full flight of stairs 3 times in 5 minutes. Now I know Mommy needs the exercise but I would much prefer to put you in your stroller and cruise the ‘hood. As well, the barricades of boxes keeping you out of the front room are there for that reason, they are not meant to challange your climbing skills, which are quite impressive. Please develop a fear of doing dangerous things soon, ok?
Love you more then chocolate,
Mamamamamama
P.S. thanks for the super long nap you are taking right now, but we have to be at Gymboree in 24 minutes.
A Letter to my Son
Posted in Letters to my Son, Sleep, The Dictator - archives on April 23, 2007| 3 Comments »
Dearest LittleMan,
You know how when BuddyLove is being a pain in the ass I threaten to trade her in for a wiener dog? Well, you LittleMan are almost reaching “trade for a wiener dog” status in this house.
Why?
Because deciding to get up at 5:15am is not acceptable to Mommy. Neither is reaching your little arms out of the crib and grabbing your wooden toy fish off the dresser and proceeding to clank the fish into the baby monitor making Mommy believe that house is indeed falling down at 5:15am. You know I am a way better Mommy when I get some sleep, and more then 5 hours at some point this week would be nice. Waking up with a headache (from lack of sleep) is not my idea of goodtimes. Now I understand that you are finally catching up to all the other babies and getting some teeth this week, but seriously don’t YOU think you would feel better is you slept more too?
Just Sayin’
Love You More then Chocolate,
Mamamamama
P.S. How about cuddling on the couch with me in the morning instead of trying to eat the dirt out of the palm tree pot? Just a suggestion.