TGIF v.22

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11201191_10156100765845297_5456572534355640609_nThe high of my week was the gorgeous fall weather we’re having! While it’s fairly chilly first thing in the morning, the days have been warming up and the temperature has been just perfect. I’m most definitely a fall kind of person!

I was also able to go out and watch my slo-pitch team play their last game of the season on Sunday, which also happened to be the longest stretch of time I’ve left Norah. Her and Isla hung out with my mom while I was at the field, and it was nice to have that little bit of freedom for a few hours.

The low of my week was the reason why I went to the ball game. One of my teammates, whose husband also plays on the team, passed away suddenly last week. It’s so sad as she’s not only leaving behind her husband, but also an adorable little girl who turned one three days after her passing. :( The whole team rallied together and played in her honour, and while they lost both games, she would’ve been proud.

Another low is that Isla caught a cold and Norah has been super cranky. I don’t know if Norah is teething or not, but she’s been super clingy and inconsolable lately. No fun for me :(

An internet find I loved was the latest edition of Mean Tweets. Have you seen them before? You should definitely YouTube them! I don’t watch a lot of late night talk shows but when I do, it’s always when Jimmy Kimmel has a new edition of Mean Tweets.

The best money I spent was $1 on a Crush Cream Soda at the Dollar Store. It was delicious and satisfied that sweet tooth of mine like you wouldn’t believe. (Also, how pathetic does that make me sound??)

My favourite Isla and/or Norah moment was this face:

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I just want to smoosh it!

The song that has been stuck in my head is “Here Comes the Sun” by The Beatles. I’m not even a Beatles fan per-say, but I was watching the sun rise the other day and it’s been on repeat every since.

My favourite meal of the week was the freezer meal I decided to pull out for dinner on Thursday. Norah had a tough night and it continued on into the day, and I was just so done with functioning.

My plans for the weekend are being a hunting widow on Friday (Kyle’s friend is in town to hunt with him), dance class for Isla on Saturday, and Kelowna with my mom and the girls on Sunday. I need want new clothes in a baaaad way!

What are your plans for the weekend? 

Things NOT to say to a parent, ever

Since Norah arrived in our lives, Kyle and I have heard our fair share of unsolicited advice and oddball comments. While some of them make sense and are actually helpful, a few comments have been said numerous times and really just leave us scratching our heads.

“You sure have your hands full!” Unless you’re willing to drop what you’re doing and lend her a hand, bite your tongue. In fact, advert your eyes and don’t even give her a sympathetic look unless you’re going to help pry the chocolate bar out of her toddler’s hands at the grocery store checkout and put the soother back in her newborn’s mouth so she can pay for her gallon of milk.

“When are you going to have another baby?” The last thing a parent wants to hear is when she plans on getting pregnant again, especially you’re asking this question within the first few months of her most recent child’s arrival. Her answer to the question most likely changes on a daily basis

“Well, you have two X, so I guess you’ll have another to try for a Y, right?” Wrong. Families can be just as “complete” with two girls or two boys as those with one of each gender. Sometimes, parents decide to have three children just because they want three children, not because they’re trying to fill some kind of gender void. That’s what pets are for. (I’m kidding. Kind of.)

“You know what you need to do …” Most people aren’t overly keen on taking advice from people they barely know to begin with. Believe me, the parents have probably tried every suggestion in the book and hearing the same advice over and over again doesn’t help fix the problem, especially if the issue at hand has anything to do with fussiness. And if you do suggest something and they say if didn’t work, don’t respond with, “Weird, it worked for little Timmy when he was fussy,” it’s like adding insult to injury.

“Was your pregnancy planned?” This is probably the most inappropriate question to ask a woman who’s either expecting or has a newborn, especially when you don’t know the woman. Does it matter? The answer is simple – No. Regardless of whether or not a pregnancy was planned, the baby will surely be loved just the same.

“Are you breastfeeding?” Does it matter? Yeah yeah, they say that “breast is best” but sometimes nursing is a challenge and a new mom is unable to breastfeed her baby. Unless you’re a health professional and you need to know, how a woman feeds her baby is none of your beeswax. If a baby is happy, healthy and growing, then that’s all that really matters.

Yes, I’ve actually been asked all of the above by either complete strangers or someone who doesn’t really know me well. While in my head I’m screaming, “WHY WOULD YOU ASK ME THAT? BACK OFF!” I usually just politely answer with a simple Yes/No/Maybe answer and leave it at that.

The one that makes me the most frustrated is the one regarding to try and have a boy, which I will probably elaborate more on in a post of its own.

Do you have kids? What are you sick of hearing from people you barely or don’t even know?

Three Months

3 Months

At three months, Norah:

  • Weighs about 16lbs!
  • Is full of silly smiles and gets super excited when she sees something she likes. Usually her excitement is shown with squeals and frantic leg kicking, and it’s adorable.
  • Likes to sit in her Bumbo seat for short periods of time, usually just long enough for my to shovel some dinner into my facehole, before freaking out.
  • Really needs some clothes of her own. While it’s SUPER convenient that all of Isla’s old clothes fit her perfectly, I feel bad that she’s cursed as the hand-me-down child. She has a few sleepers and onesies of her own, but the poor girl is going to have a complex when she’s older if I keep dressing her in her sister’s old stuff. (Case in point: Other than her chalkboard photo at the top, all clothes she’s wearing in the photos are hand-me-downs.)
  • Can roll over! She hasn’t perfected it, but just the past Friday she managed to get enough momentum to roll from her back to her belly. It’s pretty funny to watch her try and get it done because she gets so frustrated in the process.

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  • Might be starting to show signs that her eyes are changing colour. I really hope they don’t change to brown, but they’re looking darker these days. I’m going to miss those baby blue eyes! :(

I:

  • Need to learn how to ask for help more often, especially when it’s being offered. Last week Norah was having fit because she’s a baby and can’t tell me what’s wrong. It was bedtime, she didn’t want to nurse and she had some major gassy issues. I was obviously stressed out but wasn’t asking Kyle for help. He finally took the initiative and got Norah some gripe water (which helped the gas issue) and she eventually fell asleep while I stood and swayed back and forth (as opposed to our usual position of sitting and rocking). After I got her to bed, Kyle told me to just say I need help instead of trying to do it all myself and stressing out. I really need to remember that I’m not alone in this and that I don’t have to be some kind of Super Mom.
  • Am at a the lovely point of post-pregnancy “fun” where your hair starts to fall out by the fistful and you have breakouts like a 12-year old boy. Fun times! If there are any creeps out there who want to make a hair doll out of my strays, gimmie a jingle.
  • Have started taking steps to get my butt in gear for my Couch to 5K training. I found a workout schedule to follow so now it’s just a matter of getting onto the treadmill. According to the schedule, I should be set to go in nine weeks, so we’ll see! That gives me plenty of time to train before the fun run I plan to enter. I’ve yet to decide if I want to blog about my training since I’m not a super fitnessy person, but I figure it might be a good motivator to post my progress.

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