7.24.2010

Lettuce, Tomatoes, and more...

Literally, the title of this blog post came from the KFC commercial that was just on in the background. Sounded appropriate since I have a lot I want to talk about get out of my system. I figure this time, I will go with my standard short stories/rambles. I like it better that way, since I can get out everything on my mind without worrying about the “flow” of the blog…. so anyways, on to the good stuff…

1. Moby Wrap. I purchased the Moby Wrap online about 3 months ago. The main reason why I wanted to get one was because while I was pregnant I saw a Mom in my store (I work at the local mall) who was wearing a similar one, and I loved the way it looked, and it was hugging her babe so close and it just looked BOMB. I asked her where she got it and she had told me that she got it from Babies’R'Us, upstairs. So I rushed up and looked, found them, but got a little bit of pre-mom sticker shock. They retailed at $55!!! I obviously didn’t get one because I was hoping (HOPING) that someone would maybe get it for me for my baby shower. Now that I think about it, my Mom did offer to buy it but I felt kind of bad because of how pricey it was.. So anyways, fast forward to after the baby was born about 2 months. now I had my own sense of mothering, not just everything I had heard from everyone else. I discovered I was a parent practicing attachment parenting and co-sleeping with the baby, things I hadn’t even THOUGHT of at all while pregnant (Actually, when registering for baby stuff we actually LAUGHED at the co-sleeper bed and I said ”Who would want to sleep with their baby?! Crazy people!” Little did I know, I was one of those ”crazy people”.) So, now that I was all in my parenting nook, I knew that Baby wearing was definitely something I wanted to take part in! I still had my brain set on that wrap I had seen the mom wearing at the mall, and i was determined to find one which was cheaper, or better, or whatnot. Well, I thought I did all the research I needed to do.. googled, fourms, etc. and I found the Moby, which was IDENTICAL to the wrap the Mama at my store had been using. I read reviews people said they loved them, I ordered. Waited. And was SOOOO excited when it finally arrived in the mail. Now, in the reviews, I had read that it was just an EXTREMELY long piece of fabric, so I was prepared when I opened it and found a large roll. However, I guess I wasn’t prepared for how it would fit on my frame. (I am a really petite person, I don’t want to get into numbers because I already deal with a lot of hate, generally because people don’t see how its possible that I just had a baby 6 months ago…but anyways,…) It is soooo overwhelming, and there is wayyyy to much. It literally hangs on the ground as I try to put it on..which isn’t so great for times like, our recent zoo trip. the reviews also said, that at first it is a little hard to put on but with practice it gets easy..LIARS..I’ve practiced mannny times, and I always seem to struggle still (twisted, or whateverrrr..) So today I decided I’m going to try to sell it! I already have ordered a hand made MaiTei b ABc baby carrier that was handmade by a lady in the US, i got it off Ebay and I’m hoping that it will turn out to be a good purchase! It was only $28, so already its pretty much better…I will let you know how it turns out! Also today, I decided on a whim to check out the local second-hand baby store to see if they had any inexpensive slings or whatnot. I managed to find a Slingling for only $20! (they sell online for $45) Then, when I got home….its actually too big. I need a 22″ one and this one is 25″…..geeeesh. Good thing I have 7 days to return it. So back to Ebay I will go. I just really hope that I can find a way to get rid of this Moby! I feel like I wasted money and nothing frustrates me more than thinking about money wasted….

2. Teen Mom. Just had to do a little bit about this show that is on MTV (Canada). While I was pregnant it was my favourite show! I started to watch it while I was pregnant, i figured I could relate to these girls since they were (somewhat) close in age to me. Not really knowing anything about parenting myself, just really to get a look into the real lives of young moms. It wasn’t until 6 months later when this new season started that I realized that I actually am not anything like them in any way. Which I guess kind of proves one of Freud’s theories right…I think it was Freud, about when you are 18 and really discovering yourself, or whatnot…I don’t know, google it. Anyways, so yea, I realized that I’m a lot more mature and grown-up than them than I gave myself credit for before. I can’t believe how the Dads are with responsibility, you can definitely tell they are so young! Most of the Moms are pretty good, but you have to grow up really fast when you have a baby and are young. You really don’t have a choice, whereas (unfortunately, guys/Dads kind of do). But anyways, there was this one part that really disturbed me. One mom Farrah, had to move into the guest house (due too circumstances with her mom that is too long to explain right now), when she arrived her baby Sophia, was really upset, obviously tired and weirded out by the extreme change of scenery (not to mention that the house was empty, so she probably sensed something weird…). so anyways. The baby is sitting on the floor, crying and looking at her mom (already breaking my heart..) and Farrah turns to her and says something like, “Sophia, don’t start this f*&$ing S$%^ right now” and then claps in her face and makes her cry even harder! (and spit out her Nukky :(… ) So then she puts a pillow across the door, steps out of the room and turns of the light. Leaves the poor babe, crying on the floor in the dark and says something like, “fine, if you want to to be that way then I’m not giving you any attention” and walks away. G and I felt sick. Literally. He didn’t understand what she was doing, and then I had to explain to him that people actually leave their babies to “cry-it-out” and that they consider it a method of parenting. He said to me, “Well wouldn’t it just be easier to find out what the baby wants and then stop them from crying?”. I love that he thinks this way btw :). But I guess for moms who aren’t breastfeeding or nursing it can be hard to soothe the babe….I know for me, generally if I put Non the boob, she will be okay…after a while of soothing, boobing, rocking, etc. but formula babies usually have NukNuks, sooo, you could give them that rock them to sleep soothe them, comfort them. I just don’t get how you could actually walk away from your crying, correction: BAWLING/SCREAMING child and not help them. I just vomited in my mouth at the thought of it….*sigh* but I guess that’s what classifies Gand I as “attachment parents” something I’d never heard of until my baby was 1 month old. I kind of hate that more parents aren’t like this, even my own mom doesn’t seem to be. For example when I tried to explain to my mom how upset this made me, she was like “Well, if the baby is colic and has been fed burped and there is nothing you can do then….” and she has made other comments before about leaving N in her crib to cry, and always gives me flack about the fact that N doesn’t even really USE her crib (Note; she hasn’t even laid in it the past WEEK at least, but I will get to that in a bit). Soo this is kind of ending my Teen Mom rant and starting my next one…(I guess I kind of can establish more of a “flow” to my blogs than I originally thought!)

3.Co-Sleeping, Attachment Parenting. Baby Schedule. Especially seeing and not liking what I saw on Teen Mom made me realize even more how different I am from other parents. I really hate to let my baby cry, and always get her to soothe her, I like to carry her everywhere, in my arms or in a wrap…and I sleep with my baby every night (and have since the day she was born), I breastfeed and use cloth diapers….. When I go to my playgroup I don’t even really talk to the other Moms about what parenting methods I use because generally, I get negative remarks like, “you sleep with your baby? aren’t you worried you”ll never get them out of your bed?”, or “you spoil her too much” (my personal fav, because I didn’t know you could spoil someone with love and affection? Google must have left that on out of my searches…). It really bugs me that there are actually people out there who let their babies “cry-it-out”….I’m not opposed to any other parenting method (formula, cribs, etc….) besides this one. I just don’t think that it is very healthy for a baby to cry. People say that when you don’t let them cry, you are teaching them that crying will get them to be held, (and etc.) , but I am confused…because isn’t that why babies cry to begin with? Because they need something? Usually when my babe crys, a little boob, some rocking, her swing, cuddles with mommy, or even just getting up to play for a bit…will always make her happy. and as of now, she can’t really communicate to me, “Mommy, I just don’t want to sleep right now”. If my baby is tired, she is going to sleep, and if she is going to cry, I’m going to soothe her. Just sounds like motherly instinct to me.. but who am I to say?

[sidenote: it definitely took me 3 DAYS to get this all out, and it got to the point where I lost the heat of some (INTENSE) moments]

Until next time,

R. xoxo

7.19.2010

Saturday night & Coincidences

So, let me say how the past week-ish I have been dying to blog, but my life has been utter chaos with a teething 6 month old baby! Plus its been HOT, like suuuuper hot, so hot the news warned elderly people not to go further than 2 FEET away from your front door! (Why even leave if you can only go 24 inches away?!), so with the heat, I’ve been staying in as I’m sure baby would not enjoy it…getting all sweaty in her car seat yukkkkk
(Posting from my phone, but going to edit on the computer…more to come! Soon! Like 20 minutes soon, lol)

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K, so its 5 hours later. I guess 20 minutes in Mom language means 5 hours, who knew?!

So ANYWAYS, there are too many things that I want to cover in this post, so for the time being, I’m going to go elementary on everyone and use good ol’ point form notes. :)

1. Saturday night. This would have been a week ago Saturday, (not this one that just past) the night that I drove with no lights on….anyways, a funny thing happened with a weird coincidence that I had to share and then when I got thinking about it there were soooo many other weird ones that had happened the week before (no time to explain now) so I was really mind boggled when this one happened. So, on that wonderful Saturday night, my friend A and I were baking cookies in the kitchen, the baby was in her excersaucer, and we were doing crazy things to try and help to keep her entertained as we man-handled the cookie situation. Out of no where I just started to sing “DEE-DEE-NA-NA-NA…..Saturday night, I feel the air its getting hot, like you baby…” (Whigfield – Saturday Night). we continued to sing the song for a bit laughing an saying “Remember that song!?!” “Yea, I still have it on CD, Dance Mix ’95 baby!!” . G was laughing at us that we even were able to remember/sing such a old random song (but i guess night at the Roxbury kind of gave it a mini comeback so, we’re aloud to still have it fresh in our minds). Fast forward to when I drove to gather my mom and sister from the party (yes, when I drove with no lights on), I decided to tow in N and say hi to a bunch of drunk people I hadn’t seen in a long time..(Why, I have no idea, because it kind of was like a mini high school reunion, but that's a whoooole other story….). When I went to the patio to say hi to people there was music blaring in the background, and I was talking to my Uncle M (who is not really my uncle, but again, that's another story…I really do have too many, its overwhelming, lol), so as I was standing there the song changed…and can you guess what came on?! YES, it was Saturday Night!!! and I actually stopped my Uncle M halfway through the sentence to say “OMG!, I was JUST singing this song as I made cookies!” (To which he replied with, “Making cookies?!” and said to my sister “Are you sure this is your older sister?”, but little does he know I have always baked a lot since I was about 10 years, so its not really anything all that new). Anyways, long story short, I just couldn’t get over how big of a coincidence it was because really what are the chances of hearing that song?! Its so old, and random! So yea, just had to share that one!

2. I went to my first Mommy playdate thing! I actually found this really cool website through someone who was on Twitter, and I decided to check it out more. At first I was thinking it would be a baby store, or something of that nature.. but it actually turned out to be a great community of moms who get together from the same area and just do cool things together. Its called Momstown, and I think it saved my life sanity! There is a two week trial, and then you have to pay $45 for the year (at first I wondered why, but then I realized it will be worth the cost to be able to get out every week and do something with other Moms and their babes), so I chose to do this one event called Baby Babble. It was just hosted at someones house, and at first I thought that would be awkward, but it wasn’t whatsoever. When I first rang the doorbell I’m pretty sure the lady who was hosting had a bit of a heart-attack because I do look like I am about 12, (I’m actually 23, btw) and she probably was wondering a lot of things (as well as the other moms!) . But that all soon faded, either once I talked about how I was 4th year at University or once they realized that we all had tons in common. There was one other Mom there who was only 25, so we had a similar vibe going on…its just that I was the only one with no ring on my finger so I know people at first were like “hmmm”. But all judging aside, it was fun, and I’m going out this Thursday (and bringing one of my personal mommy friends along) to a Mommy Meet-N-Greet, so we will see how that goes! But I’m definitely going to be going to Baby Babble on a regular basis!!

Baby Babble Momstown Mamas

I am the second one in, the pale dark haired one. When I saw this picture posted on their website, I actually laughed out loud, and then realized why people tend to think I am about 12 or 13 years old, because I TOTALLY look it sitting next to some 30-something year old women. but to be honest, that's NOT how I picture myself at all! plus that day i slacked on the make-up/everything so maybe that made a difference…and please don’t point out my horrible need to tan my legs! the one disappointment is that although we all had being a Mom in common, we didn't really have much else to talk about. I was one of only 2 (maybe 3 who Breastfed) and the only cloth diaper user, and most definitely the only co-sleeper. To be honest, I didn’t even bring up the co-sleeping thing while we were chatting because I know sooooo many people really frown upon it. So, to solve this problemo, I have tracked down another Mommy group, but I am a little scared to go to this one. They meet every Friday at a local park, and it is run by a local Homeopathic Doctor, named Piper. Funny thing is, when I was pregnent and approaching my due date, my mid-wife gave me her number so I could schedule a natural induction if need be. I never called, but I found it funny that I would cross paths with her name in a totally different scenerio not even 6 months later. (yet another strange coincidence that I just kin of realized now) So anyways, this group is called Red Tent, and the description on her website says that they just gather with babies in arms to talk about things like vaccinations, co-sleeping, baby wearing, breastfeeding…OMG! all of the above are things I do, so I definitely need to go to this. HOWEVER, I am a little scared/hesitant to go, because before I found the website of Piper’s I actually found out about the group through A facebook creeping. (LOL) she noticed a pictured tagged of a friend of hers who was local, and in the picture women were sitting around with babies, breastfeeding, etc. and she thought of me instantly and passed the info along so that I could try and track down this wonderful group of women. So I sent Piper a message on FB asking her more about it, and she has yet to answer me…..AWKWARD….I know that its probably just because she isn’t an active FB user, but its also making me feel weird because I don't want to show up her knowing I sent this message and whatnot….(sidebar: WHY DO I CARE SO MUCH WHAT PEOPLE THINK?! I really need to say F*&$ IT! and just start doing what makes me feel good, even if its uncomfy at first. (like Baby Babble! in the car on the way there I was driving telling myself “You need to do this for YOU Rebecca, all for YOU..” and I did :D ) So anyhoo, they meet every Friday and I’m hoping to head out this Friday or next to see what its all about! and hopefully meet at least ONE other co-sleeping Mama who I can talk to about everything and anything. Its really hard not knowing anyone who does what I do, because when I try to talk to them about stuff or explain how I do thinks, they wither don’t understand or give me a hard time about it. Especially my Grandma and Mom, they seem to be the WORSSSTTTT…telling me all about how I will regret it and whatever…but again, that's a whole other story.

3. Went to the beach on this past Saturday. Took the little babe out for the first time. It was actually pretty fun, although it was obviously packed because we went to a camping ground beach so there were a lot of people who come sit there for the day from their camp site.

Mommy, Daddy, and N at the Beach

Here is a beeaaaauuutiful picture of my lovely little fam jam! We went with 3 friends of ours, 2 of G, and my friend A, who is my tag-along/best friend for life if you haven’t gathered that by now. We had a generally good day, a little intense experiencing something like that with the baby for the first time. Usually she is in a wrap or in a stroller so it was different having her out and about in the water and what not. We started on the sand, but then after taking a short walk to the washroom and finding a great shaded grassy area, we were quick to move everything there, and we didn’t even swim again…(I was cold to be honest!) We just relaxed, went for short strolls and hung out in the sun/shade and chatted. It was great. but being on the camp site made me want to go camping sooooooo badddddd, but I’m not sure if we will have time this summer because of some unfortunate circumstances (G’s work, which I will get to in a bit) but I am trying to arrange something so that will work..hopefully….

Nin the Sun
Here is the beautiful babe herself laying in the sun, catching some (semi) rays. She really likes to be out, and for some reason loves to look at trees, grass, and anything nature related (she really is her Mommys girl!) I sat with her in the water for a couple of minutes, but it wasn’t as fun for her as the bath (probably because its not as warm!) and when a wave came crashing in at us, she definitely started to cry. Hopefully she will get over it and next time she can splash around some more. I was kind of worried about the whole breastfeeding situation at the beach, because I figured being on a camp ground and whatnot there probably wouldn’t be a luxurious nursing room like they have at malls, and I definitely wasn’t going to sit in the hot truck! When we found the shaded area I was relieved because there wasn’t nearly as many people around us and most that were, were actually families and not young people who would be offended/awkward. Surprisingly, a bathing suit top is better than a nursing top so it was convenient. When I had to feed, there was a mother and baby who were in front of us, so I knew she wouldn’t mind. She was probably relieved to see me feeding N, because at first I can only assume that she was probably cursing the fact that a crew of “young-in's” had come ’round right when she needed to feed. Her babe was crying and fussing and she turned around saw me nursing, and immediately started to nurse her son. It made me happy for some weird breastfeeding reason, lol

4. Went to the Toronto Zoo. Being it so close to where we live, its always nice to make sure we get down to the Zoo at least once a year, and now with N, I want to try to go as much as possible. I am even considering getting a seasons pass because it is so awesome. This time, A had free passes for all of us to use because she gets them through work for some marketing stuff she does for them. So G, N and I, along with A an her bf B packed up in the truck and went! We were actually there for 4 hours this year! Last year we only made it for 2, but I had just found out I was pregnant and was experiencing morning sickness for the first time (of what would last 7 months….) I think we were there for so long because NO ANIMALS WERE OUT! Well okay, correction, there were SOME animals out. But it seemed as though there were SO many that were missing, or that weren’t visible. In the exhibits the signs would read “Animal away due to weather conditions” or something like that, and you could hear people all over muttering about how they wanted to get their money back. I on the other hand, was all like “I’m writing a letter!!” because I’m stuck in the 90′s and forgot I could just BLOG about it! We did get to see some animals, and as allllways I snapped a tonne of pictures….these are just a few!

Giraffe

Ostrich
Sleeping Rhinos
Dead? We all thought it was at first….but its alive animal lovers!

We stopped for some lunch at a Pizza Pizza that was in the park (ALWAYS A REALLY EXPENSIVE BAD IDEA!!!). Instead of getting a combo with a slice of pizza each at $7, we opted for the $30 family meal instead. Holy crap. Considering you can get the same things outside of the Zoo for about half the price. While G and B went and got food, A and I went to the nursing room (yes! they have one there!) so that I could feed/change N. On the way up we saw two Mama Peacocks and their babes. It was SOOO cute, they were all waddling around and they looked like little ducks!

Mama Peacocks and Babes

Then we walked around to the nursing room, and suddenly I was transported back in time to a 1980′s tacky cottage? with Change tables lining the walls….a sliding door to go through, and not to mention completely surrounded by windows (although up on a hill, so it wasn’t thatt bad, the window part at least). I was actually so taken aback I instantly tweeted a picture…

"Nursing Station" at the Toronto Zoo

I mean, I will give them credit for trying, but the curtains make it more awkward…lol. There were also high chairs and a microwave and such, so it was a feeding room in general. When we were done, we headed back down to the boys and started to chow down. I started to hear some squawks and assumed that seagulls had managed to find their way into the covered patio to try and steal everyone's food. Much to my surprise it was actually a peacock who was begging! (the guy that worked there said they love fries, but they were eating anything that came their way!)

Peacock eating lunch with us! So close!

When we were done, we spent the rest of our hike “trying” to find animals….which you really should have to do when you are at the zoo. Especially one of the best ones in Canada….just sayin’.

Ashlee and I....both looking pretty rough!

I don't even know what to say about this....but karate anyone?

Camel, who almost spit at us, btw...

N at the end of the trip. :) Happy and tired.

and that was our first trip to the zoo!!

5. G and Work. ( I think this might be the last thing, so hang on through these last paragraphs..you have been so patient through the last 2753 words. haha) On Thursday I went to Costco with my Grandma, and G called me on his way home from work and told me some good/bad news. He is going to be going to work in London for one month. He will have to stay in a hotel during the week and only will be able to make it back on the weekends. I started to cry when he first told me (I don’t even know if I told him that…). So that's the bad news. The Good news, is that he will be working 10-16 hour days, which means 2-8 hours of overtime, which is really a LOT of good money. So it will be worth it, I’m just not sure how I will survive. I know I have a tonne of help if I need it, but I’m not at the stage where I am ready to give up N to others to watch her for longer than at least 20 minutes. she is good with G sometimes for up to an hour, but I don’t know that she really knows anyone else enough to be left with them. Also, the breastfeeding part doesn’t really help, and I know, I could pump, but I really don’t want to unless I really have too. I only have a hand pump and its not that fun, and I always feel like the milk goes to waste anyways… So, I guess, I’m just going to have to keep myself occupied. My sisters both said that they would come by to have sleepovers, and help out some nights. I’m not sure what I will do with the other nights, but I’m sure it won’t end up being that bad.

*sigh*

Well, that's all I got in me, 3050 words later…..hopefully I can try to stay regular (with blogging….just to clarify..lol) so that this buildup doesn’t happen again! (no pun intended!!! lol)

Until Next time,

R Xoxo

7.11.2010

Driving at night with no lights on....

So, before I get all into this story, let me tell you first that I don’t drive on a regular basis.

Backtrack….I got my license as most do at 16, and had my G1, then after two attempts at my exit test, I got my G2. I am also a procrastinator, I won’t lie about that one…..so needless to say, I put off my G2 exit test until the last possible day. Literally…I had to get a temporary license to carry me through the 15 days between when my license expired and when I had my test…that's how long I put it off for. So anyways, I go to my test, all confident thinking ” I got this one in the bag!”. I drive it, and I FAIL! How horrid…., because tell me how I had to LEAVE MY CAR in the parking lot and bus home with a plastic bag full of all the stuff I needed from my car (how ghetto I felt no words can explain…), since my license had expired and the temp license was also expired…I was now left with nothing.

What a dream squash.

Well it turns out that I didn’t even really think that I needed my license, I commute via bus to school in the city, I walk to work and if I did need a ride anywhere my Mom and G were more than happy to drive me around. I had every intention of going to get it back, but it just seemed like such a hassle, because I had to go right back to square one and start all over again with the written test and then again with the driven test.

So as I do, I put it off for a LONG time again, about 6 months, and then I got pregnant. I kept saying, “well now that I will have a baby, I am going to need to drive, so I should go back and get it…”. BUT AGAIN, CLASSIC me, I WOULD put it off for another YEAR! and I didn’t go back until after I had N and she was already 3 1/2 months old.

I only went because fate had it planned that way for me, my Mom ran into some unfortunate circumstances with her license (something I’d rather not get into today..if at all..) and I had to go back to get mine to be able to drive her back and fourth to work. So one (brave) day, we bused down to the ministry of transportation office so that I could write my test and get on the path to getting back behind the wheel (and to come to the rescue for my family).

We arrived before it opened with hopes that we would beat the line up of eager 16 year olds who were there for the first time, but alas, it seems that I had forgotten all about being an excited teen about to get my license…you actually do get up in the morning…and it seemed like half of the town had managed to get there before the doors even opened.

So we waited in line, and I just prayed that everything was going to go quick so that I wouldn’t have to leave my spot in line to nurse N or change any dirty diapers. WELL Murphy's Law had another plan, as usual, and when I am about 10 people away from being able to get to writing my test, N wants to eat. So being the confident nursing mother that I am, I put on my nursing bib and wriggled out boob and managed to hold and feed N. (I wasn’t giving up my spot in line and there were no washrooms for me to even retreat to and let my mom stand in line for me)

So here I was standing in line waiting, nursing. ….

When I got to the desk the lady definitely gave me the weirdest look I have ever gotten (because she probably thought I was 16, since I pretty much look 12, and I was there to get my G1, oh geezzze…great, nursing 16 yr old in public… that's a lotbad stigma in Western society, unfortunately) and I had to continue to nurse as I filled out paper work, had my picture taken AND wrote the test.

Talk about awkward. Try nursing a baby in a chair with an attached desk, in a room that's about 12′ x 12′ and full of teenagers, while you write a test, and try to hold the baby, and the paper at the same time…..Well anyways, I passed with flying colours! (Not really, I would have failed if I got one more wrong and IMAGINE if I had to have gotten back into the line to do it ALL OVER, OMG…that would have sucked.)

So back to the main story…driving with no lights on…

Since I have gotten my license back I really don’t do a lot of night time driving. I’m usually home and settling in by at least 8:30 or 9 p.m., But tonight, I had to drive my Mom, her friend and sister out to a Surprise 25th Anniversary party, and pick them up at 10 p.m…. After dark…..

So I pack up N in the car, start it and I’m sitting there in the dark and I realize, my Mom has a totally new car since the last one I used to drive frequently, and I have no idea how to turn the lights on….I scramble a bit, call my Mom (who didn’t answer) and eventually managed to turn something that turned on the interior lights.

Now call me crazy, but I just assumed that my exterior driving lights were already on, being that my inside ones were, I mean why would you need the inside and not the outside [BLONDE MOMENT…and I’m not even blonde…I realize why now, btw). Keep in mind, I haven’t driven this car at night, nor have I driven any car at night in almost 2 years!

So I get to driving and I was following behind a car for a while, not really thinking about anything other than driving..I switched lanes because I felt as though I was starting to ride his butt a little, so went into the right lane and just drove. People were then riding on my butt, and I started to get all nervous because there were so many cars all around and I felt like every time that I would look around, that I would jolt the car too much. Not to mention that it was just really DARK, and I was thinking “Wow, I really don’t like driving at night anymore, either I need new glasses or I’m just getting old, and uncomfortable with driving….”.

So I make my second last turn, and I’m driving on the road, and that's when I realized the most that it was so dark. I guess because there were no cars around me with their bright lights added to the road. I’m driving concentrating hard on the lines (mainly because I couldn’t see them) and I almost started to get dizzy. Then all of the sudden the lines start to CLOSE IN ON ME. My heart was racing, and I was thinking I was passing out or something, and I was so worried for baby until I realized that the lanes were MERGING and I was about to drive onto the shoulder!!!! I actually laughed out loud at myself after and just continued driving thinking “ I must be really tired…no more driving at night, this is scarrry!” (yet another Brunette-Blonde moment..)

I made my final turn onto the street and since it was a side road I decided to put on my high beams. MUCH better! So i continued driving in a lot more comfort, turning my high beams off when I approached someone. and turning them back on when they were gone. I crossed the intersection, and the driveway I was turning into is the second one, and since it was a rural area, street lights every million years, it wasn’t very visible. And again, I’m just thinking “Holy, being out here really does make a difference in the darkness at night”, as I struggle with all my might to make sure that I actually make it on to their driveway and not the grass (Since it was a big party, a lot of people were parked on the grass which threw me off a lot, and even when I did pull onto the driveway, I still thought it was grass until I pulled ahead another couple of feet…lol, c’mon it was DARK!!)

So after all that, I pull in, get everyone in the car, and pull out. As I’m making the turn onto the road I mention to my mom about how much I am not enjoying driving at night because of how dark it is, and that I really don’t think I’ll do this again. She peers up to the front seat (because obviously she sat in the back with her Granddaughter :D ), looks to the road and says…

“R, the lights aren’t even on!”

OMG! I drove 20 minutes with no lights on at night. and the “high beams” I was using, were actually the lights. I’m lucky I didn’t get in an accident or pulled over!…..Only in the life of me….

Until next time.

R Xoxo

7.10.2010

Dough for my bun

*Sigh*

So I had a couple of weird dreams the other night…I always dream a couple times a night (at least once), and they are aways very vivid and full of strange things or people. There are usually things which I dream about constantly, like this one place that kind of reminds me of Diagon Alley from Harry Potter (a cobblestone road with lots of shops lining the streets, but not big enough for cars, nor do I eve see a car..)with a giant lighthouse with winding stairs and elevators all around it, in the middle of everything, and its so tall I’m always scared to go near it, and surrounding all of this “city” or “town” are a bunch of cliffs and water, that reminds me a lot of the Perry Sound area in Northern Ontario. I have yet to look up what any of these things mean….so I will do it now. Quickly cut and paste from dreammoods.com..first site to appear on Google (lol, typical for me), so please don’t mind the random text differences…

Lighthouse: To see a lighthouse in your dream, indicates that you are seeking guidance during a difficult and tumultuous time.

Stairs: To see spiral or winding stairs, signify growth and/or rebirth

Cliffs : To dream that you are standing at the edge of a cliff, indicates that you have reached an increased level of understanding, new awareness, and a fresh point of view. You have reached a critical point in your life and cannot risk losing control. Alternatively, it suggests that you are pondering a life-altering decision.

water: To see water in your dream, symbolizes your unconscious and your emotional state of mind. Water is the living essence of the psyche and the flow of life energy. It is also symbolic of spirituality, knowledge, healing and refreshment. To dream that water is boiling, suggests that you are expressing some emotional turmoil. Feelings from your unconscious are surfacing and ready to be acknowledged.�You need to let out some steam.�To see calm, clear water in your dream, means that you are in tune with your spirituality. It denotes serenity, peace of mind, and rejuvenation.

Its creepy that although I have no intentions to every go to sleep dreaming of this place, I usually end up there, and according to dreammoods.com (not 100% sure on the reliability of the site..but,) there seems to be a consisitant theme going on here…

Which brings me to my latest crazy dream that I vividly remember. The first half, i was at the doctors and he was telling me that I was anywhere from 14 to 18 weeks pregnant. Iguess that it could be coming from my subconscious because I am constantly worried that I actually am. We only use Condoms as birth control, and for some reason, I just don’t trust them, lol, and plus…there was this ONE time. (literally ONE..) But anyways, scared the crap out of me. Then I went back to sleep and continued to dream about growing this very long ivy-vine-sort plants, which were so green and full of life that I kept saying to everyone I should have gone to school for Botany instead of Political Science (LMAO!) So I’ve been scared to even look up what any of these means, because I just don’t want it to be a sign from my body that I am pregnant. Scratch that…maybe I do want it to be a sign?

Not a very effective pregnancy test, (lol, I should just get a real one, but you know…) but lets see what Dreammoods.com has to say about what was running through my head.

Pregnant: To dream that you are pregnant, symbolizes an aspect of yourself or some aspect of your personal life that is growing and developing. You may not be ready to talk about it or act on it. Being pregnant in your dream may also represent the birth of a new idea, direction, project or goal. Alternatively, if you are trying to get pregnant, then the dream may be a wish fulfillment. If you are not trying to get pregnant, but dream that you are, then it symbolizes fear of new responsibilities (WHEW! thats a relief…kinda?)

and funny thing, they don’t have any interpretations for dreams about Plants, Ivy or Botany…sooo I guess that just means I’m plain weird…or obsessed with plants deep down inside…

Not sure how to take the whole dream, because really, deep down inside, as much as I don’t want to admit it out loud, or even type it….I kinda do want to get preggers again. So I’m scared that this dream was like a sign of just HOW bad I actually want it.

Most people probably think I’m crazy (except maybe the Duggar family from 19 Kids and Counting on TLC….) because I just had a baby 5 months ago and having two babies under 2 would probably be a handful…I even think I’m crazy…there are 3 reasons why I shouldn’t get pregs right now…

  1. I should enjoy every moment of Nia and her baby days
  2. My partner “doesn’t want” another baby, one is plenty for him (although how much work do guys really have to do when it comes to the baby? )
  3. I still have at least a year and a half left of my degree, adding another baby would make that into about 2 and a half…

So…..yea, I don’t know I’m so lost in my own head about this one. I think about it almost as much as I think about how much I love my baby N. I think thats what makes me want to do it all over again, I look at her and I think “wow” (thats not even the best way to describe it, but if you are a mom you will know what I mean), I just want a million more little people running around who need me and love me, and will always be there for me (at least until they are about 12…) I guess we will just have to wait and see what kind of path life unfolds…and hope that I get a bigger bed soon so that if I do have baby #2, we can have a big enough family bed since I’m so addicted to co-sleeping. (but thats another rant in its own…)

Until next time.

R Xoxo

7.09.2010

Thank-you "CrackBerry"

Thank-goodness for Blackberry. I finally crossed the line just over a month ago and looking back I honestly don’t see how I survived. (By the way I am in no way being endorsed to write this…although, that’s only because no one asked yet..lol, jk)
Let me tell you a couple reasons why I love it.
First of all, there is Blackberry Messenger, and since all of my closest friends and family also have one, we can chat and send pictures/videos/voice notes at the click of a button. Keeps everyone closer when peoples lives are so busy being consumed by (fill in the blank).
Second, I can write a list, and my boyfriend won’t throw it out on me. I have this issue where I feel as if I have to write down everything in the world that I need to do before I sleep. The BB memo pad, allows me to type and store any sort of list (things-to-do, things-to-shop, things-we-need are my most common) and always have it available to me at the click of (two) buttons without having a purse/wallet shoved full of small pieces of paper with chicken scribble. (This also saves the embarrassing possibility of dropping your list and having someone else find it and read it, and wonder why “Shave armpits” is only two lines away from “Bank” and “Garlic bread” )
It also has all the social media tools I can handle for one day, I get all the latest tweets, and never miss leaving sassy comments on peoples status on facebook.
As well I have my good old friend, Google, and now when I am on the road and I say “oh, I will have to google that when we get home”, I can actually just find out right then and there, in the car. (Given that I am not driving OF COURSE)
And finally….blogging.
You know when I started the urge to blog..I just googled “blog” and clicked the first choice (fancy that!… I am such a Google whore) which led me to blogger.com.
I had a good run with that, found some interesting people to start stalking…then I got my blackberry, and its like I have almost stopped using the computer all together. So I was sad, because now I was letting me dream of blogging go on to my list of I-wish-I-had-done-thats or unfinished-”new”-hobbies.
So one night, as I lay on my side breast feeding my 5 month old, I decided to catch up with an old friend Google and search for “blackberry blog apps” and came across this LOVELY creation from Word press. Immediately, I started up an account, transfered my one lost blog post and now I am finally able to get into my happy blogging!
And all is made possible thanks to WordPress.com and Blackberry. Because I don’t have to wait until the baby is sleeping, or until I am sitting down at home. I actually do most of my blogging while laying down and nursing my baby (my great-grandmother is turning in her grave!). Who would have thought technology would be able to release nursing mothers from the tedious task of always having to stare at a blank wall…now I can blog!

Until next time!

Rebecca xo

7.08.2010

Why Blog?

I……That sat at the beginning of this blog post for about 5 minutes before I realized, I have no idea what to say. I guess I figured that blogs need some sort of starting point or purpose, and to be honest I’m not sure what purpose or point I even want to give this blog.
If I think hard enough, I think I want to accomplish a couple of things through my blog.

A) I want to be able to connect with people who are similar to me.
I live in a small city, and I am a young mom. This can come as a disadvantage because it is hard to find people who are on my level. There may be people in my situation (young and have a baby), but they aren’t necessarily in the same frame of mind as I am. For example, yesterday I went out for some Canada’s Day celebration with two friends and one brought along her friend who had a 17 month old son. At first I was kind of excited, I am 23 and she is 25, we both have young kids and have some friends in common. It seemed like a promising situation. Until I got to know her a little more, and realized that we have different parenting methods and etc, which just didn’t make me comfortable. She was one of those moms who jokes about what a “burden” their kid is, and how “bad” they always are, and when the baby was merely exploring his surroundings as babies do, she just started to yell at him and get mad. This was just so weird to me. I like encouraging kids to explore (as long as its within child proof boundaries of course), and I don’t really like snapping the word “no” at them (they aren’t a dog…)…not to mention, not too soon after our walk through the festival when we returned to the house, she made TWO mixed drinks and hid them in pop cans/coffee cups, and then proceeded to walk over to the BEER TENT to drink for the rest of the afternoon with her son. Wtf?! That’s waaaaack, at least get a babysitter if you are going to do something like that?
I don’t know, I guess everyone is different in the way they parent, but I just can’t see myself being able to get along with someone who has such different beliefs when it comes to children!
I am a huge attachment parenting (AP) advocate, I have co-slept with my baby since day one, as well as breast feed (Trying to go 2 years, as per the World Health Organizations advice). Its hard to find people within this small city who are even close to my age and have these beliefs.
I am hoping that through this blog maybe I will be able to connect with a community of families from across the globe who also share/practice my beliefs.

B) I want to be able to help others build knowledge and confidence through my experiences.

When I was pregnant, and still now as a new Mom, I am a little addicted to Google and its resources. As an academic I am aware that I am NOT getting “book” knowledge. But through the various Mommy blogs and forums, I have found a lot of “street sense”. Stuff that you always think you will learn from your matronly elders around you, (only to find out you don’t really think the same…as in my case) you can also learn from all different sorts of people from all over the world. I came across many blogs that have been inspiring to me and I only hope that I could someday be the same for someone else…

And as much as I would love to elaborate more on all of these intentions (as well as list links to those whom I find inspiring..), I will have to do that another day. I have been working on this blog for 3 DAYS now and its been a saved draft on my Blackberry…I just want to post it so that I can get to writing about the stuff that really matters! But I figured that proper “blog etiquette” would be to have an into-ish thing near the beginning…instead of just diving into the juice. I guess I want people to get a sense of who I am, before I bore them with my Mom rants and raves…

Until next time.

R. Xoxo

Chameleon Dream…

Last night I had the weirdest dreams I have had on a while, and since I still remember it I am going to share with everyone. Side note: when I was pregnant I started to dream about people and places I hadn’t seen or been to in at least 5 to 10 years. One of my regrets (although I try not to live with any, I have a lot that have to do with being pregnant/a mom, lol, figures) is that I didn’t keep good enough record of all these amazing dreams I was having.
So anyhoooo, now that I can blog from my fingertips via my blackberry I figured that I may as well try to record my dreams as soon as I have them, since I can still be laying in bed. :)

So on to the dream,…. basically, my DH, G, had gone to some lizard store and bought 14 chameleons!! I started to hyperventilate so bad. It was kind of like one of those dreams where you have to scream but you can’t.. only this time, I just wanted to talk (and ask Gwhat possessed him to get so many lizards after we decided to get rid of three of our own!). When I was trying to talk, I could only manage to get gasps of air of air out, even though I was trying so hard to get out loud screams….

Well on that note…we are off to the flea market :)

I Never Believed This Was Possible – But Now I Do

1. Natural childbirth.

I said from the beginning of my pregnancy that I wanted to have a natural childbirth, and by natural I mean vaginally and NO DRUGS. Generally people would laugh and say “We will see how that goes”….even my Family Doctor! Needless to say, I decided to have a Midwife for my prenatal/postpartum care, simply because I knew they would be more supportive than an OB-GYN. I did manage to do it all natural, which I’m sure surprised everyone (even myself in a way because I do have a tendancy to point out to everyone every second I am in pain. Probably more because if I drop dead, I want people to know that there were symptoms which were ignored. Lol). It was a truly amazing experience and I realllllllly wish that more women would opt to experience this as well. Afterwards, you feel so empowered, looking at your beautiful baby thinking “Wow, that just came out of me/grew inside me” amongst so many other emotions which are undescribable to those who do not have children. I don’t think I will ever have an epidural in the future either. Not only is it extremely frightening to me to have numb legs and a giant needle/cathader in my spine….but I really enjoy being able to show people what a strong person I am, because I don’t think anything in the world can compare to the wonder of childbirth. And to be able to say that you did it, just you and your body. That’s better than winning a floppin’ Nobel Peace prize to me.

2. Motherhood.

I wasn’t as pro-choice about motherhood as I was about my childbirth experience. I guess I just had in my head all of the things I had heard over the years from family members, movies, t.v..and etc. And to be completely honest, I feel like now-a-days people make kids/babys seem like such a burden or even a job, by having these “rules” or whatnot about how everyone should raise their babies. I even remember once being in a store and seeing a co-sleeping crib and laughing and saying “What crazy people would want their baby to sleep IN BETWEEN them?!”. Little did I know I would be one of those crazy people….because everything I read was about making nurseries with cribs, letting your baby “cry it out”…..basically to give your baby a “sense of independence” , or abandon it, as I feel…, right from birth. So I had my baby and I actually went against everything I just said. She slept in between me and my partner the day we brought her home (the same day she was born) and has slept in our room, mostly in our bed or in her own crib, since. I just don’t see how anyone could want their baby so far away after being inside them for 9 months! Or how you could let a little one cry themselves to sleep when they don’t even have an understanding of the world? So, I am totally pro co-sleeping now. Would recommend it to anyone who breastfeeds especially. It makes it so much easier when you are getting up in the middle of the night. Don’t have to walk far, and if you bfeed in side-laying position, you can catch some ZZZZ’s! (Trust me you won’t roll on your babe unless your a drunk or high or don’t have a good motherly instinct…) That’s another part of (I guess early) motherhood that I didn’t understand until experiencing; Breastfeeding. When I was pregnant I was kinda 50/50 on the whole bfeed vs formula thing. I always said I would “try” to do it…because of all the stuff people tell you, I actually had it in my crazy little head that its actually possible for a woman to grow a human inside her, but not be able to produce milk. Which is ridiculous. And I also worried about “being strapped down” and always having to “deal” with the baby. But, I also knew bfeeding was best and also FREE. Much to my surprise, bfeeding came so naturally (as it should if you are comfortable with your body and the idea) and I don’t mind being “strapped down” with the baby, I enjoy our cuddle time together (even still 5 months later) and sometimes it can be frustrating being the only one who can feed her, but really, if I didn’t actually want to… I could pump, let’s be realistic this isn’t 1860.. But again I choose not to pump because; a. I feel like a cow getting milked b. As much as I love bfeeding it grosses me out a bit? Just awkward..

So, those are the two main things I didn’t understand until experiencing…

Since writing this I also realized I didn’t understand how much a persons wrists and thumbs could hurt from typing on a blackberry….until I spent 20 minutes lying in bed blogging this answer…

Al Bundy

Well, I work at a discount shoe store…and that’s makes me feel like I’m on the path to becoming a female version of Al Bundy. Besides the awesome people I work with there isn’t anything I enjoy about it! Cleaning other peoples messes..dealing with rude people. Retail really sucks and people treat you like crap!! Which is why I am glad I am taking studies at YorkU, wouldn’t want to end up in retail forever… And I love every part of school. From the new paper, pens, and textbooks (oh how they smell so good) to writing essays and late night cram sessions. I’m a nerd like that I guesss….

7.04.2010

Chameleon Dream

Last night I had the weirdest dreams I have had on a while, and since I still remember it I am going to share with everyone. Side note: when I was pregnant I started to dream about people and places I hadn’t seen or been to in at least 5 to 10 years. One of my regrets (although I try not to live with any, I have a lot that have to do with being pregnant/a mom, lol, figures) is that I didn’t keep good enough record of all these amazing dreams I was having.
So anyhoooo, now that I can blog from my fingertips via my blackberry I figured that I may as well try to record my dreams as soon as I have them, since I can still be laying in bed. :)

So on to the dream,…. basically, my DH, G, had gone to some lizard store and bought 14 chameleons!! I started to hyperventilate so bad. It was kind of like one of those dreams where you have to scream but you can’t.. only this time, I just wanted to talk (and ask Gwhat possessed him to get so many lizards after we decided to get rid of three of our own!). When I was trying to talk, I could only manage to get gasps of air of air out, even though I was trying so hard to get out loud screams….

Well on that note…we are off to the flea market :)

7.02.2010

Never knew this was possible....but now I do.

1. Natural childbirth.

I said from the beginning of my pregnancy that I wanted to have a natural childbirth, and by natural I mean vaginally and NO DRUGS. Generally people would laugh and say “We will see how that goes”….even my Family Doctor! Needless to say, I decided to have a Midwife for my prenatal/postpartum care, simply because I knew they would be more supportive than an OB-GYN. I did manage to do it all natural, which I’m sure surprised everyone (even myself in a way because I do have a tendancy to point out to everyone every second I am in pain. Probably more because if I drop dead, I want people to know that there were symptoms which were ignored. Lol). It was a truly amazing experience and I realllllllly wish that more women would opt to experience this as well. Afterwards, you feel so empowered, looking at your beautiful baby thinking “Wow, that just came out of me/grew inside me” amongst so many other emotions which are undescribable to those who do not have children. I don’t think I will ever have an epidural in the future either. Not only is it extremely frightening to me to have numb legs and a giant needle/cathader in my spine….but I really enjoy being able to show people what a strong person I am, because I don’t think anything in the world can compare to the wonder of childbirth. And to be able to say that you did it, just you and your body. That’s better than winning a floppin’ Nobel Peace prize to me.

2. Motherhood.

I wasn’t as pro-choice about motherhood as I was about my childbirth experience. I guess I just had in my head all of the things I had heard over the years from family members, movies, t.v..and etc. And to be completely honest, I feel like now-a-days people make kids/babys seem like such a burden or even a job, by having these “rules” or whatnot about how everyone should raise their babies. I even remember once being in a store and seeing a co-sleeping crib and laughing and saying “What crazy people would want their baby to sleep IN BETWEEN them?!”. Little did I know I would be one of those crazy people….because everything I read was about making nurseries with cribs, letting your baby “cry it out”…..basically to give your baby a “sense of independence” , or abandon it, as I feel…, right from birth. So I had my baby and I actually went against everything I just said. She slept in between me and my partner the day we brought her home (the same day she was born) and has slept in our room, mostly in our bed or in her own crib, since. I just don’t see how anyone could want their baby so far away after being inside them for 9 months! Or how you could let a little one cry themselves to sleep when they don’t even have an understanding of the world? So, I am totally pro co-sleeping now. Would recommend it to anyone who breastfeeds especially. It makes it so much easier when you are getting up in the middle of the night. Don’t have to walk far, and if you bfeed in side-laying position, you can catch some ZZZZ’s! (Trust me you won’t roll on your babe unless your a drunk or high or don’t have a good motherly instinct…) That’s another part of (I guess early) motherhood that I didn’t understand until experiencing; Breastfeeding. When I was pregnant I was kinda 50/50 on the whole bfeed vs formula thing. I always said I would “try” to do it…because of all the stuff people tell you, I actually had it in my crazy little head that its actually possible for a woman to grow a human inside her, but not be able to produce milk. Which is ridiculous. And I also worried about “being strapped down” and always having to “deal” with the baby. But, I also knew bfeeding was best and also FREE. Much to my surprise, bfeeding came so naturally (as it should if you are comfortable with your body and the idea) and I don’t mind being “strapped down” with the baby, I enjoy our cuddle time together (even still 5 months later) and sometimes it can be frustrating being the only one who can feed her, but really, if I didn’t actually want to… I could pump, let’s be realistic this isn’t 1860.. But again I choose not to pump because; a. I feel like a cow getting milked b. As much as I love bfeeding it grosses me out a bit? Just awkward..

So, those are the two main things I didn’t understand until experiencing…

Since writing this I also realized I didn’t understand how much a persons wrists and thumbs could hurt from typing on a blackberry….until I spent 20 minutes lying in bed blogging this answer…