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Not All Developments are Positive

Baby L is awesome, 95% of the time.  Unfortunately, there is that 5% when I just want to jump out the window and make a run for it.

She has become mobile, but with that comes a whole new level of separation anxiety and clingyness (sp?).  I don't always need to be holding her but I have to be within quick crawling distance, lest she suddenly get spooked and come a-crawlin'.

Speaking of spooked, she has also developed some strange hesitations (I won't call them full blown fears or phobias because she's not hysterically-scared) toward some of her toys, namely a few hand puppet animals that are more realistic-looking, and certain toys that make a giggling sound.  Creeps. Her. Out.  And she will scamper towards me, wrap her little arms tight around my neck, and bury her face in my chest for a few seconds before taking another look, getting creeped again, and repeating the process.

Baby L has also been teething, which is great for her baby-led weaning, but tough on Mommy whe…

Busy, Baby, Backache

So I have been MIA for a bit, and will be for a bit longer.  Reasons (not that you necessarily care, but here they are):

1) I've thrown out my back, an inconvenience that is compounded by the fact that I nurse lying down on my side (very bad for the back), I end up sleeping in said side position (super duper bad for the back), I have to pick Baby L up from the crib and play yard (awkward bends which kill my back), and my Stage 5 clinger sometimes requires me to hold her for extended periods of time (20 pounds of wiggly weight - awful for my back).  So, yeah.  I am in agony.

2) Our calendar is full.  We have appointments for me (chiro, massage), the car, and Hubbs.  The busy days and long nights (Baby L hasn't been sleeping early since her ER stomach flu visit) make for a tired, cranky me who is up to her eyeballs in laundry and packing (yeah, we're heading back to E-town for a week).  So, blog --> backseat.

3) Did I mention that I am cranky? I. Am. So. Cranky. Baby L ne…

Big Ideas

gcfr7o., <---- That was Baby L's contribution to this blog post ;)

I often talk about how my class size has been reduced to one, but the truth is that I've actually returned to school and Baby L has a class size of one.  She teaches me far more than I teach her, and much of her milestones and achievements are acts of God and not the doings of this bumbling mommy.

I thought that I would share some lessons and big overarching conceptual understandings that I've learned from my 8-month-old instructor.

1. Love What You Look Like
Baby L doesn't wake up in the morning feeling like she's having a fat day or a bad hair day.  She usually sees herself (whether or not she knows it is her is irrelevant) in the mirror or the iPhone and immediately starts grinning and laughing.  She loves who she sees, and isn't caught up with her "flaws" so much that she can't appreciate the cuteness that is there.  Why do I look at what is missing, what is wrong, and what i…

Tunneling Her Way Out

Baby L has become quite the little Houdini on 4 limbs.  She's fast and she'll wait until someone is not watching before executing a masterful little escape.  Where is she escaping from? Mostly the rug area where all of her toys are, and where we've sort of "fenced" her in with bench ottomans and the couch and recliner. 

One of her favourite things to do once she's free is to find places to tunnel into.  She likes to crawl between our legs, and between the legs of the dining chairs.  She likes to be under the dining table.  She also enjoys crawling beneath the clothes-drying rack.  Once, she wormed her way beneath the exersaucer and promptly got stuck.  Hubbs had to rescue her, and let me tell you, it was more challenging than you think because the space is actually not that large and the clearance was pretty low; he had to be careful not to hit her head as he wiggled her out, bottom first.

Inspired by her love of tunnels and by Mama In the City's post on…


I don't remember:
... the last time I had a fruity, delicious alcoholic beverage.
... the last time I got to sleep in all day and snuggle with Hubbs.
... the last time I tasted foie gras.
... the last time I had a date night that lasted into the wee hours of the morning.
... the last time I went dancing.
... the last time I went on a marathon shopping spree.
... the last time I had loud, wake-the-neighbourhood sex.
... the last time Hubbs and I saw a movie at a theatre together.
... the last time I walked the entire seawall at Stanley Park.
... the last time I lounged in a bubble bath, pouring over a magazine for hours.
... the last time I enjoyed a soak in a hot tub.
... the last time I could go out with friends, or on my own, for hours and hours without having to take care of anyone

The Bible says that there is a season for everything under the sun, and it so happens that I am in a season of life where most of these things simply aren't possible right now.  Although I do g…

Erupting From Both Ends

Not simultaneously, thank God! But Baby L has been under the weather the past few days, alternating between massive blowout liquid diapers (the kind necessitating a load of laundry and sheet/clothing changes) and massive puke-outs (also necessitating clothing changes and laundry-doing).  Poor girl had such a hard time keeping stuff "in" that we decided to take her to the Children's hospital.

Now, don't get me wrong; I love the Children's hospital, and they have great knowledgeable staff and we are blessed to have this facility nearby when Baby's ill.  BUT, the wait is atrocious and because they are a teaching hospital, sometimes you end up with students and "in-training" folks rather than the pros.  And me being me, I would rather pony up money and get the "senior" doc and nurse rather than the "junior" (much like how I'd rather have the senior stylist cut my hair, and not the junior) - I guess I'm "US health care&q…


(Okay, so you get to hear Baby L's name in this vid..she's still Baby L on the blog)

I have discovered that my home is unsafe.  For Baby L, that is.  Every corner of every wall is a potential head injury when she crawls and decides to take a seat right beside the edge where the two malls meet.  Every square inch of floor space not covered by a rug or foam square is an invitation for a bump on the head or a face plant.  Every dangling cord, a strangling hazard.  The drawers, the door hinges, the random bits of dust and lint I didn't get a chance to clear off the floor, the wheels on her stroller, our filthy shoes in the hall...and the list just goes on and on.

Enough that I could really die of worry if I chose to.

But ever so vigilantly, I follow her around like a shadow, ready to dive, ready to swoop in and pick up and cover over with my hand and distract.  I don't want to limit her mobility or her curiosity, both of which abound in this active little 8-month-old.  He…


Continue steadfastly in prayer, being watchful in it with thanksgiving.  Col. 4:2 So it's Turkey Day, and the day when everyone in Canada "gives thanks" and remembers to count their blessings.

Alas, why is a grateful heart only cultivated once a year? Why do we not celebrate God's mercies, which are new every morning, daily? This is a pet peeve of mine, this entitled generation that takes so much for granted and so little with gratitude.  Even "please" and "thank-you's" have lost popularity in people's vernacular, and so many want more and more and more rather than be grateful for how much abundance they already have.

I really like Col. 4:2, because it begins the verse talking about prayer, and is a command for us to continue to pray, which implies that we should be praying already.   I also love that the word steadfastly is in there, because often we pray when we want something, and when life is good we tend to shove God aside.  He's…


Maybe that's the metric version of milestones?  Bad puns aside, Baby L has been doing some interesting things lately, and I would like to chalk it up to infant development and not weird eccentricities on the part of my baby girl. :)

Face Pinching
Yeah, I know, pincer grasp.  The good news is that my little lobster is figuring out how to pick up little pieces of meat off her tray. The bad news is that she thinks my cheek is a great place to practice her pinch, and right in that part of my face where I have a bit of extra pudge (in the jawline area) I see a lot of action. 

Teeth Brushing
Baby L has four teeth! Unfortunately, she must have sore gums as well because her favourite thing to do is to bite and gnaw at her My First Toothbrush.  She can sit there and do it for like 10 minutes without getting distracted.  Sometimes, she will also bite at the nipple of her bottle, which drags on her feeding for nearly an hour.  Finally, she'll grab my finger and shove it into her mouth, cl…

BLW - An Update on Foods

So Baby L has finally mastered the pincer grasp.  I love this, because it means she can eat little pieces as well as the big finger-sized ones, and that also means I don't have to be hawk-eyed-vigilant as much as before (though, of course, I still am).

Here are some of her most recent pleasures (and trust me, this girl loves to eat):

* spaghetti squash - hit & miss
* prime rib roast - hit
* green string beans - miss
* strawberries - hit & miss (I had to try this one again)
* water - hit
* pears - hit
* roasted sweet potato - hit
* peaches - hit
* chicken drumstick - hit
* madeleine - hit (yes, bad mommy moment - I fed her something baked and sugary!)
* veggie gyoza - hit
* egg whites - hit
* pork gyoza - hit
* pork tenderloin - hit
* homemade hamburger patty - hit
* homemade avocado chicken marinara - hit
* pan-fried fish - hit
* romaine lettuce - hit & miss

She has also become more communicative about what she wants or doesn't want, and if you try to tear her awa…

Right Here, Right Now

For the past, oh, 24 months (give or take a few), I've been full of excuses.  Truth is, I was just not motivated.  I was tired, I was busy (read: obsessed) with teaching, and I was content in my condition.  Then I was pregnant, I was swollen and sore, and I was too big to move.  After that, I was stitched up and recovering, I was struggling with the steep learning curve of parenthood, and I was sleep-deprived.

Now? Maybe it was the discovery of my second vagina.  Maybe it's the fact that I've finally learned to sleep when Baby L sleeps, including during her nap times, leaving me with a decent store of energy.  Maybe it's that I finally found my groove as a mom and now is the season of discontent.

Regardless, it's time.

The prodigal exerciser has returned to the gym.

Not that I'm going full bore every day, every week.  No, no, nothing that stupid or obsessive or burnout-worthy.  I'm trying to be moderate, to be reasonable, and I'm trying to ease in so t…