Nobody’s Fool

April 17, 2010

Isaac is nobody’s fool.

We’re not potty training per se, but Isaac is pretty obvious when he is pooping or needs to poop and tends to prefer privacy. When my mother in law was here, she was putting him to bed and he went into his closet and said ‘bye’; he soiled his diaper. She said something to the effect that if she’d had the potty in the closet, she probably could have had him poop on it.

I’ve tried asking in the past when he was headed to one of his usual privacy haunts if he wanted to try pooping on the potty and the answer was always no. Anyhow the other day, inspired by what Trudy had said I asked him if he wanted to try pooping on his potty in the closet, to my surprise he said yes.

I was even more surprised when he actually went. In true toddler fashion so was he and there was a lot of concern and ‘uh oh’ going on. I cheered, I congratulated, he said ‘no, no, no’. I offered chocolate and it all turned around.

Since then he’s pooped on the potty at least once a day. This morning he also learned that peeing gets you chocolate too. So this evening he peed, demanded his reward, let me put on his diaper and p.j’s then asked to use the potty again, less than a minute later. He pooped and got another chocolate.

Somehow I think I got played.

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Forget the fact that Isaac has an awesome tantrum at least three time a day and is currently upstairs talking to his toys instead of napping, thus meaning at least one more tantrum today. Ignore the seemingly gallons of baby puke and associate laundry. Instead celebrate the little things:

  • Isaac humming to himself as I sing his goodnight song
  • snuggling with sweet Sadie
  • going for a walk with both kids in the prairie sunshine
  • getting to have a bath (even a short one)
  • accomplishing at least one of my goals each day
  • playing in the sandbox
  • the fact that Isaac has pooped in the potty at least once a day this week, all in the name of chocolate
  • the fact that I haven’t had to get in my car and drive anywhere since Monday, but that the option is there if I want to take the kids somewhere

Life is pretty good. The house is a disaster and there are some trying  moments, but I think this is just going to get more and more enjoyable as the year passes.

Sadie on one of her new blankies

Isaac playing at his sand table

throwing a tantrum because he wants to go outside

off to the park

out numbered

April 13, 2010

Jason left on Sunday and is away on a military course in Ontario. He will be gone for 12 weeks.
I decided to keep Isaac in day care one day a week while Jay is gone, just to give me a chance to run errands without an almost two once a week.
We’re also planning to break up the no-Papa time with a visit from my Grandma and some traveling to Saskatchewan and Alberta. You know, just to keep the kids on their toes and break any routine I might establish in the next three weeks.
Anyhow, so far so good. We’re all still clean(ish), fed and clothed. The laundry is done and the vacuuming can wait until tomorrow 😉

Colouring Eggs

April 5, 2010

Isaac and I coloured eggs on Friday

He didn't want to wear a coverall bib so I made him take his shirt off

Isaac found the toss and drop method much more artisitcaly fulfilling than the egg dipper

once we were finished he asked and signed for more, so we dyed each egg two or three times

we learned eggs are fragile (thank goodness they were hard boiled)

the finished product

Slow Down

April 4, 2010

I can’t believe Sadie is already one month old! With Jason’s departure fast approaching I find myself trying to figure out how exactly I’m going to keep the three of us fed, clean and clothed without an extra set of hands around at night. I have gotten use to having my evenings mostly free after Isaac goes to bed (it took us well over a year to get to this point as all my  ‘poor me, my kid doesn’t sleep’ posts can attest to, and frankly I kind of enjoyed the me time).

Now, Sadie still sleeps well, but she’s gotten to enjoy being held while she sleeps downstairs and tends to wake up after 15 – 30 min if I lay her down on her change pad in the living room. I have so many things that I want to get done (like Sadie’s birth announcements, cleaning the kitchen, dealing with the diapers…etc.) that I find myself wishing she’d just stay asleep so I could get some things accomplished.  But I need to remind myself that they are only young once (this too shall pass) and my only real job/responsibility for the next year is to tend to my children. It doesn’t matter if I don’t get to the kitchen right away or if I can’t go on the computer for a day or two. I need to slow down and enjoy my time with the kids. The world will not end if we only bath every other day, but I can make Isaac’s day by taking a walk to the park or Sadie’s by snuggling for those extra 15 -20 min before I set her in her swing so that I can feed the dog and use the washroom.

I need to slow down and take the time to enjoy and be grateful for it all; the good, the bad, and the ugly.

Just 'cause she's so cute

Enjoying the little things

P.S  I still thank my lucky stars that this little girl is only only up two to three times a night

How are we doing?

March 31, 2010

Yes we are still alive and well; busy but well. My parents left yesterday so today is the first day with just me and both kids. Miraculously, they are both sleeping at the moment…at the same time…I should be folding laundry (for some reason as soon as my very helpful mom leaves the dishes no longer miraculously get washed and laundry doesn’t fold it self), but instead I thought I’d take a moment to update.

Life is good. Isaac is currently overtired and having trouble sleeping again, but we’re now back on track (at least until the next set of Grandparents get here next week) and things are improving on that sleep front. Thankfully the weather is down right spring like around here so we are going to spend a lot of time outside playing and wearing kids out between naps. Sadie is growing like a weed, she weighed in at 9 lbs 15 oz on her one month check up on Mon and has already grown an inch. She still sleeps too (hallelujah).

Jason is off for Easter weekend and the weather is suppose to be beautiful so I think we’ll just take it easy and have a lot of outside family time. We’ll probably hit the zoo and will spend a lot of time in the back yard.

sleeping baby....horray!

Papa's Little Soldier

Big Brother

Best family picture to date...we're working on that...

Sadie’s Birth Story

March 21, 2010

A friend from work had thrown me a surprise baby shower on Wednesday night. It was a lot of fun and totally unexpected. We got home late and got Isaac to bed with a lot less hassle than anticipated. Jason wasn’t feeling well and got sick, he decided to sleep in the big boy room in case it was the flu since he didn’t want to get me sick.

I woke up at around 1h40 with a contraction but thought it was just Braxton-Hicks and a sore back so I went back to sleep. I was up again about an hour later, but told myself it was nothing. I tried to convince myself that it was just B-H and I was not in labour; I felt I was not ready to have the baby yet as I still had things I wanted to get done before he/she came.

By 3h00 I was out of bed and googleing false vs. real labour. With Isaac it was obvious because my water broke with a little gush before labour started then gushed with each contraction. With Sadie, she was so low that once my water broke (still no idea when it happened) it was just a little trickle and not obvious, even during contractions. I tried to convince myself I could wait and we could go to the hospital after dropping Isaac off at day care at 7h00.

By 3h30 I figured I better wake Jason up. I checked to make sure he was feeling better (if not I would have taken my mom to the hospital since I didn’t think he’d be much help if he was puking through it all). He said he was feeling better so we woke mom up and took Isaac’s monitor downstairs so she could get him ready in the morning when he got up.

We’d done nothing to prepare the night before so I packed Isaac’s lunch and day care bag while Jason got ready. We left the house around 4h00 and got to the hospital about 15 – 2o min later. We hadn’t done the ‘tour’ this time so we were a little confused about where to go and where to park, but we figured it out and it must have been obvious why we were there because the emerg guy pointed us to the triage on the third floor and the security guard barley looked up as he gave directions to the elevator and where to go on the third floor, it was very helpful and kind of funny. By this time the contractions were about 5  min apart.

It took forever to check in (not at all helped by the fact that I had no health care card or id on me; note to self, next time add wallet to the list of things to bring to the hospital). Once we finally got a corner in the triage room no one was taking us very seriously. As soon as they heard 5 min apart they kind of blew us off. I told the nurse that last time I was 8 cm when I got the hospital and 10 cm not two minutes later and my son was born with in the hour; not sure she was really listening. She tried waiting until I was between contractions to take my blood pressure, but they were right on top of each other. I didn’t want to sit or lie down during contractions again this time so she tried to set up the mobile monitor to check on baby. We could hear the heart beat, but it wasn’t printing. She fiddled with it for a moment or two, but gave up confident with what she heard. I told her I thought I was 6 – 8 cm based on last pregnancy. She decided to check me and said I was at 5 cm but that the cervix was paper thin. She went to page the doctor. several minutes passed and I could no longer stand and was sitting on the end of the bed. Jason told her we’d better get moving, and she said she was waiting for the doctor to call back. The phone rang and we were sure it would be the dr, but she asked the caller to call her back. Less than a minute later I had to push, which I announced loudly through the curtain to everyone on the triage floor.

The nurse came in and asked if I could walk. When I asked how far it was she decided it might be better for her to wheel me on the stretcher. The labour delivery room was right around the corner and we got there very quickly. Incidentally it was room number six; six is both my lucky number and the number of the room that Isaac was delivered in in Kingston.

The nurse asked if I could move off the stretcher and on to the bed, Jason said I was pretty clear with a no. I asked if I could push yet, as soon as she said yes I gave a big push then she told me to give a gentle push. Sadie was right there and she wanted to check the neck for the cord before I pushed again. Then she told me to give one more push and there was our new baby girl, born at 5:10; a very short labour.  The doctor arrived to deliver the placenta.

I was surprised that she was a girl since I was so sure I was having a boy.  The pregnancy was so similar to the first that I was sure it was another boy. Although, next time I should listen to my sub-conscious (and the rest of the world) as I had three dreams that I was having a baby girl and 90% of everyone asked thought I was having a girl. It was a pleasant surprise though as I loved our girl name and names never seem to last until the next kid.

That is how we met our beautiful princess Sadie and we couldn’t be happier (although there are times when I’m sure Isaac wishes she’d go back to where she came from ;).

BTW since names never make it to the next kid anyways, if she had  been a boy she was going to be named Aaron Jacob.