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Photo Friday: Play

2010-07-30T07:14:00.000-07:00

Sometimes when I'm tired, the only "play" (the theme for Photo Friday this week) I can handle is the play my boy needs. And sometimes, even then, I can barely manage that! I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired... and oh, I'M TIRED. But he's my boy, and he needs the love, and I'd do pretty much anything for this kid. So when I'm in that PARTICULAR state of tired, I "play" with my boy by sitting on the

Baby-Free

2010-07-28T13:18:00.001-07:00

This weekend, in Whistler, I went baby-free twice. TWICE! Once on my own while my kind KIND husband let me have drinks with a girlfriend on a very sunny patio, and once with the husband while we split a babysitter with another couple so we could all be baby-free and get sloshed for the evening.Notice a theme here?Anyway, theme aside, the thing I noticed this weekend wasn't that I enjoy being

Going Home Sucks

2010-07-25T09:33:00.001-07:00

Right now, at this very moment, I'm in Whistler. With the husband. And the boy. And it's been... AWESOME. Not only because we lucked into a SMOKIN' deal on a 1 bedroom suite, but also because that suite helped the boy sleep - sleep like he was at home. Naps? No problemo! 3-9 hour stretches at night? Easy peasy! Nothing nothing NOTHING like San Francisco and the dreaded hour to hour and a half

Photo Friday: Unplugged

2010-07-23T06:38:00.000-07:00

Coming up with the theme for this Photo Friday was EASY. Deciding what the hell to take a picture OF became an epic battle of epic proportions.In the end though, I decided on some "old school" hygiene. You know the kind where you actually brush your teeth YOURSELF, instead of using that fancy schmancy electric toothbrush that makes your teeth feel soooo much cleaner? Yea, that kind. That kind I

My Little Bulimic

2010-07-17T14:55:00.000-07:00

What'd my day consist of today? Well, there was a frappuccino for me, a nap for D, a run with the stroller, and a WHOLE LOT of gagging. By my child. Again and again and again. Because apparently, that's the new way my child entertains himself. By jamming his fingers so far down his throat, he ACTUALLY throws up. And then he's all SURPRISED by it, and a little FLOORED by it, until he realizes it's

I Am His World... For Now

2010-07-14T06:35:00.000-07:00

The other day, D got all crazy. I don't know if he was having a mild allergic reaction, was overtired because his naps didn't go well, or if it was a combination of the two, but he just got... well... crazy.Crazy like rubbing his eyes to an extent that's not normal for my tired little kiddo.Crazy like crying and fussing and just sorta being that kid he used to be. You know, the one that back in

Throwing Myself in Front of that Moving Bus

2010-07-12T11:34:00.000-07:00

This morning at swimming lessons (for D, not me), we had to dunk our babies. As in, full-on-head-submerged DUNKING of my 7 and a half month old. The 7 and a half month old who was already SUPER clingy today cuz the water seemed extra cold. The one who while REALLY fond of being on his belly and splashing the shit out of EVERYONE around us today (and every other day), was also the one today who

I'm Better When I'm Angry

2010-07-06T20:07:00.000-07:00

In the last little while, I've been feeling kinda "meh" about this blog. And no, this is not one of those posts where I talk about not knowing where to take this blog, it's a post where I put out there the thing I've been feeling for a long time but haven't known how to express - I think I'm kinda boring right now. I think I'm so boring that even *I'M* bored of me.And again, this isn't one of

Mother of the Year - Nomination #3

2010-07-05T10:38:00.000-07:00

The other day, D decided 4:52am was morning. And I don't mean morning like he was laying there chattering and playing while I could sleep a little longer until he busted, I mean morning like he busted. At 4:52am. Time to get up. Time to come get me. Because mama, I will scream at volumes you didn't know EXISTED until you DO come get me!!!So in I went, and in my pathetic attempt at getting just a

Parenting After Infertility

2010-07-02T06:04:00.001-07:00

Last month, when I was selling my BlogHer ticket, I was lucky enough to come across Emma - this amazing writer who not only writes about those dreadful AND wonderful parts of parenting we all have to face, but does it with a concise frankness I hope to one day replicate.Today she's been kind enough to let me guest post [about parenting after infertility] on her blog for MSN. Check it out, and

Photo Friday: What I Like About Me

2010-07-02T06:00:00.000-07:00

Photo Friday's theme this week? What I Like About ME.Surprisingly, I found this one really easy. It doesn't hurt that I got to cheat and use a photo the HUSBAND took, but when I think about what I like about me, what I've never EVER had issues with - it's very very easy. My smile. Or maybe moreso my face when I'm having fun.Because I'm not some half-ass smiler who just SEMI grins, or keeps her

The Dream Where I Suffocate Him

2010-06-30T22:42:00.000-07:00

The other night, I woke up to my hands squishing the husband's face, and him telling me YET AGAIN that no, D was not in our bed. It's a dream I've been having for oh, about SEVEN months now - despite the fact D never actually slept in our bed...Well, actually, he slept in our bed for about a week - him in the co-sleeper, us on either side of him, in what then seemed like a very teeny weeny queen

Electrical Cords, and Cribs, and Sharp Corners - Oh My!

2010-06-28T12:45:00.000-07:00

Yesterday afternoon, the husband dropped D's crib mattress to the lower setting. You know, so my SEVEN MONTH OLD can't climb out, fall out, and land on his head. Because apparently? Babies DO that! And yes, I'd heard the urban legend about the terrible parents who didn't do this, and the baby who climbed over and out... but I didn't believe it. I really REALLY didn't believe it. Because really?

Photo Friday: Unexpected Loves

2010-06-25T06:42:00.000-07:00

The theme this week? For Photo Friday? Unexpected loves.And while it'd be super easy for me to photograph every wrinkle, bone, muscle, pudgy bit of skin, smile, and blonde little hair on my boy - I won't. Because it's too damn obvious. Yea I expected to love him, but good gawd I did NOT expect to love him like this. However, like I said, my boy is just too damn obvious. So I went in another

Co-Parenting

2010-06-22T13:08:00.000-07:00

In the chicklet household, all decisions re D are joint - meaning we both get a say, but I usually win. And not because I'm crazy bitchy and tired and make the husband's life a living hell if I DON'T get my way (uh, that CAN happen though...), but actually because I'm the one who's home. I'm the one who's done all the reading. And I'm the one who has to put up with 99% of whatever fallout there

How to Freak Out a Random Stranger

2010-06-20T06:50:00.000-07:00

[Sexy-looking Stranger Dude in Safeway] "Wow, your kid's really cute."[Me] "Yea, he is isn't he? Thanks."[Sexy-looking Stranger Dude] "Yea, you got a good one."[Me] "Well, that depends on the time of day. You should see him at night..."[Sexy-looking Stranger Dude] "Yea, I hear some of them do that."[Me] "Seriously, you should see him at night! Why don't you take him home tonight, and see how cute

Photo Friday: Afternoon Delight

2010-06-18T07:10:00.000-07:00

This week, the theme for Calliope's Photo Friday came from McPolish. And the thing I struggled with most, was not turning the "afternoon delight" theme into a way to get myself a visit from child welfare as every photo idea went to booze... So instead I opted for one of my favorite places in our whole house - the bathtub. It's a place I didn't visit much in the first few months D was around, but

The Incredibly Shrinking Ass

2010-06-16T09:20:00.001-07:00

My pants are falling off.My pants are falling off.MY.PANTS.ARE.FALLING.OFF...And honestly, I ain't doing that much to MAKE them fall off. Yea, I'm running twice a week, but those runs are quite short, because my knees have gotten SOOO bad I'm off to see physio next week. And while normally I'd just endure, cuz pain is normal for me with running, I'm really not into doing any kind of permanent

Six and a Half Months

2010-06-13T07:00:00.000-07:00

This week - or last week, whatever - D is 6 and a half months old. SIX AND A HALF MONTHS OLD?!?! And all I can think is how is that even possible? Oh, I know how. Because he was the devil for a good 3 to 4 months. THE DEVIL.And yea, I loved him a lot in those first few months, but I loved him a lot in MOMENTS. In MINUTES. Not in pure all-the-time-ness. Because those first few months, as I've said

Photo Friday: Shoes

2010-06-11T06:30:00.000-07:00

This week when Calliope announced the Photo Friday theme, I knew EXACTLY the shot I wanted to take. I'd "print-screened" a copy of it way back in the day when I wanted a kiddo, but wasn't sure I'd get a kiddo, but thought if I WAS actually lucky enough to get a kiddo, this would be one of the shots I'd want us to have.However, as per all the OTHER lessons I'm learning as a new mother (ie. feed

Back to Work

2010-06-08T13:48:00.000-07:00

The thing about daycare is that before I had D, I thought it didn't really matter. Sure I'd make sure he got into a good one where people cared enough not to let him POISON himself, but I honestly didn't think much further than that - daycare is what people do, it's what *I'd* do, and that would be that.Yet facing the inevitable search for daycare - uh, the one I should've apparently started 3

Photo Friday: Night

2010-06-04T06:30:00.000-07:00

Since D was born, I've taken a million bajillion photos. Yet NONE of them are of anything but my boy. And while that's fun for me, the grandparents, and anyone bored at work [my Flickr page is a great time-waster], I want to get back to shooting other things, to PLAYING with my camera, and to remembering I can actually shoot a decent shot that doesn't involve babies.So for something different,

Not the Mother I Thought

2010-06-01T07:35:00.000-07:00

Last August I bought myself a ticket to BlogHer 2010. Naively, I just assumed I'd go - why wouldn't I? I'd go with OR without D, and I'd just go. It was what I wanted, and pre having a kid, what *I* wanted was what I did.And then we had D, and everything changed. Yea, hell, I could still go, and yea, hell, I do still WANT to go... but not as badly as I wanna do other things - the kinds of things

Running With a 6 Month Old

2010-05-29T11:26:00.000-07:00

A year ago, I thought for SURE, with a 6 month old, I'd be running my ass off, back to 10-15km runs, doing my thang. But a year ago, I also had no idea that one, I'd just NOW (at 6 months) be finally catching up on my sleep, or two, that my knees would still hurt like a BITCH from the relaxin still a-flowin'.Cuz while I AM doing my damndest to get out a minimum of twice a week, sometimes three,

All Because I Wrote It Down

2010-05-26T12:02:00.000-07:00

Yesterday I was all giddy how D's been napping like a rockstar, going to bed first attempt, and EVEN self-soothing a bit. And I sooooooo wanted to write about it, to be excited about it, to capture the pure unadulterated BLISS that is a child who sleeps semi-well. Partly because it IS bliss, and partly because I've worked DAMN hard to get him/us here.But I was also terrified to write it - hell, I