Every other day….or so….

So I was looking at my calendar on the side (over there on the left hand side – see that litle calendar of September) and if I write today, then I’ve done every other day this week.  That’s pretty good considering my track record lately.

Josiah is …..well, no he’s not really getting into a routine, at least not a predictable one.  He is nursing every 3 hours now instead of every 2 hours, and if I (whispering so no one will crucify me for doing this) put him on his tummy, he will sleep a little in between feedings, and my poor aching back can get a little bit of a break.

Yes, I know all about SIDS, and how to “put your baby BACK to sleep”, but all of my monkeys have flailed around on their backs and woken up every 3 minutes, and Josiah hates to be swaddled because he likes his hands up by his face, and really…I don’t have time to argue about this, because the kid is going to wake up, and then I’m occupied, so…..seeing as it’s my blog…..we are moving on.

Jeremy post dental surgeryJeremy had dental surgery today.  We are terrible parents, and he has a bazillion cavities, and one of his teeth was rotten so bad, that it needed a rooth canal, and so they just yanked it out and put a spacer in it’s place.  Then he had 2 teeth crowned, and a couple other fillings.  I’d like to say that we are not terribly parents, but I really don’t know.  Does he just have bad teeth.  When they came out at a year old, they had little brown spots on them, and I wonder if it had something to do with all the meds he was on as an infant, or if he just has extremely soft teeth.  I do know that he didn’t get the same care and attention as Geli and Xan, but I didn’t think we were THAT lax.  Oh well, I can beat myself up over it or move on and let it go.  We’ve been EXTREMELY dilligent with his teeth and brushing and flossing, and now that everything is fixed, we’l be able to tell in 6 months to a year if it’s us or his cruddy teeth.  Is it bad that I’m hoping it’s the teeth?

The picture is him post surgery and laying very quietly.  I think I’d like him to have surgery once a week if it means he’s going to be still and quiet for the whole day.  Just kidding!  sort of!

And, I’m tired!  Yup, I was so tired last night, while I was waiting for 10:30pm to roll around so we could give Josiah a bath and then I could nurse him to sleep, that I almost cried thinking about having to get up with him in the middle of the night. 

We made it until bed time, though, and the wonderful little man fell asleep at 11pm, and didn’t wake up unti 3:56am….and I didn’t cry when I got up to change his diaper.  Yah for me! And a huge YAh for him.  All of my kids have been pretty good in the sleep department, and it’s nice to have another one that looks like he won’t be doing the “up every hour or even every other hour” night feeds.  I don’t like those!  And no one in my family likes me when I have to do one of those.  Heck, I don’t even like me when I have to do one of those.  Mean and Nasty!

I have found one little item that I want, and I just need to save up the money to get it.  It’s not too expensive, but I don’t have any discretionary fnds right now, and I don’t want to go back to doing lunch monitoring at the school right now.

Any way, enough about that, it’s this cool little device.

The Itzbeen!

It counts time and helps to keep track of how long you fed and which side you last nursed on.  It keeps track of the details so that you and your sleep deprived brain doesn’t have to.  It even has a little flash light so you can see your baby in the dark – if you’re anal and just want to check that they are still breathing in their little bassinette right beside you….’cause it’s not like you didnt’ hear them grunting and moaning around a gas bubble about 20 seconds ago.

Anyway, it’s totally cool, and I can buy one on-line, or they have them at a shop in Vancouver.  It’s totally affordable at about $40, and SO worth the hassle of not having to try and recall all that information.

So, I’m sitting here in my pyjamas, and cooking some rice noodles for J to eat, and Sia is sleeping, and I really have to go and try to do “something”…..I’m not sure what the something is…..there are just so many somethings that need to be done.  Maybe I’ll just ignore it all and read.  That’s “something” – isn’t it?

Edited to Add:

I’d love to start my own on-line store with all the cool baby items that I’ve found  and endorse.  Doesn’t that sound like fun?  I’ve been thinking about it for a while, and will have to talk to Jon about it to see if it’s even worth pursuing the thought any further.  It’s not like I wouldn’t be ble to get a smoking website – I even know an amazing web designer who I could probably convince to make me one for some “favors”.  What do you think about the idea?

Time Flies

JosiahJosiah’s getting so big.  I’m not sure if I really like this picture, because he looks like a little boy, and not a tiny baby.

I’d rather dress him in little footed jammies, and onesies,and have him look little rather than put really cute tiny big kid clothes on him, but I figured that if I didn’t put this outfit on him, that he’d out grow it before he ever wore it, so this was his first day of real clothes….as opposed to pajama type baby clothes.

Yes, Jon is holding him, but he made a goofy face, and this was the cutest one of Josiah.  So I just cropped Jon right out of it.  Nice of me, eh?

I still can’t believe that Josiah is almost 6 weeks old now…..Boo Hoo!  Where has the time gone?  Before I blink he’ll be 16 and learning how to drive.  Can’t go there…freaking out……….moving on to a different topic.

Jeremy!  Oh my sweet boy!  What will I do with you?  You are sure teaching me a lot of different things, and not all of them did I want to learn or ever have to deal with.

So, first of all Jeremy was placed in the Grade 2/3 split class, and because he left Grade one not meeting the requirements for the Grade 1 level – I’ll admit……I was a little shocked when we were notified that he was in this class.  And then, to learn who his teacher was……well, she’s very strict and…ummmm……….comes across harsh and….ummmm……well, she seems kind of mean – to be honest.

So, Jon tells me that we have a meeting with his teacher, and the Learning Assistance Guy, and the Behavioral Guy on Monday after school.   Jeremy hadn’t been feeling well over the weekend, but seemed to be fine on Sunday.  On Monday when we were walking to school, he started complaining about feeling sick when we were just across the street from the school.  Hmmm!  What’s up with that?

He was full on stressed out and panicking by the time we got to where his class lines up to go into their class.  I walked him to his class, and then left him there crying.  Felt like a fabulous parent – NOT – , but I was hoping that he’d calm down and get “into” it, and be okay.

We got a call at recess time saying that he still wasn’t feeling well, and could we come and get him.  We did pick him up, but told him that if he was coming home sick…sick kids had to go and get in their beds ’cause staying home from school, sick, wasn’t a very fun thing to do.  To my surprise, he went and got into his bed, and promptly fell asleep.  No physical signs of sickness though.  All stress related!

We showed up at this meeting on Monday afternoon, and it wasn’t a bad meeting,  more along the lines of trying to figure out strategies to help Jeremy and his teacher in the classroom.  We shared a bit about J, and the LA teacher shared some as well, seeing as he knows J from last year.  The behavior guy helped to tweak some ideas about how to help J and to keep the teacher from going insane.

I thought it was a pretty good meeting as far as the two aid guys, but was getting some very weird signals from the teacher.  It really felt like she was upset that she had been given “this problem” to have to deal with, and I was feeling like she was very unhappy and upset that she”had” to deal with any of this.  Then, with no warning or reason, she got up and left the meeting.  Really, it was totally rude and completely outside of normal social acceptable behavior.  So much so, that I outright asked the LA guy if “this” was going to be a problem.  He assured me that he didn’t think so and we all went our seperate ways.

Jon and I talked about this at home, and were very upset about how it had gone down.  The next morning he went in to talk to the LA guy, and while he (the LA guy) felt for us, seeing as he was the teachers colleague it was probably better handled through the principal.  He had informed the principal as to how the meeting had gone……..the grand exit and all.

Jon called the school and arranged to have a meeting with the principal this morning.  Apparently, the teacher was upset, and in our talking, had heard some things incorrectly.  At one point we were talking about how if you yell at J then he shuts down and you lose him, and until he calms down you really can’t get through to him.  She took this to say that you can never yell at him, and she apparently has a very brusque style, and was upset, and ……….well, she was just overwhelmed about everything.

The principal assured her that of all the kids in the school, she wasn’t going to find more supportive parents than us, and that Jeremy was the best kid to have in her class. 

He even explained to Jon that the reason J was in the 2/3 split was because although J lagged a tiny bit in his reading and writing levels, he was “light years” ahead of grade level as far as comprehension and verbal skills – yes, my boy can talk.

So, we’ve had two full school days since then, and although we are still working things through…..things are MUCH better that I had even thought that they would be, and he’s gone to school free from stress related illnesses, and even had some REALLY good moments.  They are working out a chart/reward system, and he’s doing really well.  I actually think that there is a possibility that  he could excel in this class and under her teaching.  We’ll see!  But I’m much more hopeful than I was on Monday evening.  On Monday, I was just plain outright upset, and seriously hoping that I wouldn’t even have to consider homeschooling…….’CAUSE I AM NOT A HOMESCHOOLING MOM! 

Thankfully, no considering needed!  Well, I’m off to nurse a screaming boy!  Later!

Seriously……….

So, I’m sitting here nursing Josiah, and attempting to type with one hand.  It takes twice, three times, a freak of a lot longer than I’d like it to’ cause I keep making mistakes and then have to go and refix it.

See, here is me typong withput editing.  I thought that if I juast put it allout threr that you’d be just a tiny bit understasndung about why I’;m not poisting asnything at all.

Sweeeeeeet, eh?

Not kidding that’s about half the normal speed that I can usually type at, but takes WAY longer ’cause I have to go back and edit EVERY SINGLE STINKIN’ WORD – just about.

I’m sick and tired of green poo…..not fun.

I’m officially cloth diapering, although I freak out every time I cram 6 cloth diapers into my diaper bag, ’cause my boy can plow through those puppies like there’s no tomorrow…..and I’ve always done disposables, and cloth seemed like a HUGE step.  Not sure why, but it did. 

Any way,  a friend (thank you very special friend, you know who you are)  bought me 12 of the diapers that I wanted, and I’ve been washing them EVERY DAY.  But it’s worth it, and they are amazing, and just as easy to put on as disposables, and there’s no chemicals sitting on Josiah’s skin, and I’m not filling up the land fills, and they’re just so darn cute…….I just bought 12 more today, so hopefully I’ll only have to do one load every other day as opposed to every day.

I still have next to no time ’cause the boy – he likes to be held.  ALL THE TIME, and I like to hold him, and I don’t like to hear him cry. So my house is a mess, but with the kids back at school, I am slowly winning the war on the mess.

Apparently, I have no choice, but to win the mess war, and I have to do it by Wed. at noon ’cause we’re having a meeting at our place…..sweet.

That brings me to my next topic…my MOBY WRAP.  Love it!  Get one!  It’s worth it!  Soooooooooo worth it.

My boy, he slept 6 hours the other night…..yep, at 5 weeks old, my breast fed little tiny (freaking huge 11 pound 6 ounce baby – yes that’s a pound a week) slept from 11pm until 5am, and I GOT 6 HOURS OF GLORIOUS UNINTERRUPTED SLEEP…..oh!  wait a sec….no, I didn’t.  Jeremy decided that’s the night he’d get the 24 flu, and woke me up at 2am to diarrhea and barf in my bathroom.  Wasn’t that sweet of him?  I was so thankful that he kept me on my regular schedule.  Wouldn’t want to get too rested…much better to stay in a perpetual state of WAY OVER TIRED…makes life fun…or is that funny………or not really very funny at all.

Well, I’m done nursing, and gotta figure out some way to get some folding done while holding Josiah, or at least keeping him from crying, and if he gives me a minute tomorrow, I might tell you all about how I’m freaking out about Jeremy and Grade Two and the teacher with the “mad voice” and a very not so good but enlightening meeting with his teacher, the behavioral guy, and the learning assistance teacher.  I’m upset and trying to figure out what to do about it.

I Have a Plan!

Okay!  So, I’m really behind, and I have WAY too many things that I WANT to share.  Even if you don’t care, I really want to  put them out here so that I have a record or who and what and when and where and how and all that stuff.

I’ve missed recording Josiah’s First smile, cloth diapers, his first 4 weeks, and yesterday he was officially one month old.  On top of that, the kids have had their first day back at school, Jeremy needs Oral Resconstruction Surgery and has to be knocked out, Jon’s on a cleanse and we made a completely impulsive trip up to Prince George this past weekend……imagine if you will a 7-8 hour trip that takes well over 10 hours with a baby who feeds every hour and half…….that’s a hoot!  Yes, we are insane!

There is so much more, and I PROMISE, that now that my kids are backin school, I’ll will ACTUALLY be able to get on here and blog.  Provided that Josiah co-operates….just kidding….even if he doesn’t, I’ll just stick him in the Moby Wrap (LOVE THAT THING – I’ll talk about it too!) and we’ll carry on.

I tried to sleep today, and it’s frustrating when I “plan” to lay down, and the baby doesn’t work with me.  Doesn’t he know I’m planning to sleep after the next feed?  Why is he staying awake?

Plus, I got a few questions that maybe you could help me out with – You Oh Amazing Internet in all your wisdom and glory!

Anyway, I have approximately 2 minutes and 43 seconds before the baby wants to nurse again, and I have to flip the laundry over, and plan dinner, and hope that this headache goes away.  Ah, Sleep Depravation is a wonderful thing!

Oh, I will also have a deluge of photos for your perusal in the next day or so….or just as soon as I download them from my camera, and upload them onto Flickr.  Oh Flickr, how I love thee!  So, that’s it for now…..I shall see you all again soon, my lovelies.  Until then….

Wednesday August 22nd, Vacation Day #5

Day # 5, what can I say about Day number five.    Actually, what can I not say about that day.  It was absolutely crammed packed to the limit, and I almost don’t know where to start.

The beginning is probably the best place, isn’t it?

Aunty Ruth and JosiahWe got up early, and left the house around 8am headed into North Vancouver.  We were going to have breakfast with Great Grandpa and Aunty Ruth and Aunty Hope at the Eighties Restaurant. 

A little background history for ya’ll….My parents started going to the Eighties Restaurant back in 1981 when Debbie was born.  My dad took us kids there when Mom was in the hospital and had just given birth to  my sister Debbie.  So, we’ve been going to this restaurant for quite a few years.  I was only 6 years old, and Dad fed me split pea soup.  I barfed it all over the green vinyl booth, and have never eaten split pea soup since then.

Back to Wednesday morning…….we made it into North Van. in record time.  I don’t know what was up with traffic, but there was none.  Yah for summer time!  We got to see Grandpa and my two Great Aunt’s, and it was the first time that they got to see and hold Josiah for the first time (outside of pictures on here). 

Auty Hope & JosiahAnother weird tidbit of info……I’ve taken all 4 of my kids to Eighties shortly after they’ve been born, to visit and meet family.  It’s almost a tradition of sorts.

It was so nice to see my grandfather and Aunt’s, but also it was sad, ’cause my Grandma wasn’t there.  I thought about how she would have loved to have seen Josiah.  I have pictures of her with Geli, Xan and Jeremy, but not Josiah……too sad!  I tell myself that it’s okay ’cause she’s holding the babies that I never got to, and loving them until I get there.

Josiah was a little stinker (literally), and pooped almost as soon as Aunty Hope got to hold him.  This kid is a champion pooper, and we have gone through SO MANY diapers.  I’d say that it’s not even funny, but at this point, it’s gone beyond being not funny, and way passed over into being halarious.  I kid you not, the kid can go through 20 diapers a day.  He’s a pooping machine.  I think that his system might finally be starting to regulate because Jon’s changed him twice now, and there was only pee in the diaper.  I know that’s relly not exciting to anyone but us, but to us……..it’s a MAJOR EVENT!

Great Grandpa and JosiahAnyway, we had a really nice breakfast other than totally messing up the waitress by ordering 4 of the same breakfasts with just slight variations, and for some reason…asking for “no toast” really threw her off.  And then I ate Grandpa’s meal ’cause they switched ours by accident…..oh well!  It all worked out in the end, and no one ended up hungry.

I love this picture, and it’s neat that you can really see my Grandpa’s two different colored eyes.  There’s nothing wrong with them; they are just two different colors.  Neat, eh?

Here we have the oldest and the youngest men in the family.  Actually, Everyone says that Josiah looks just like Jeremy did, and even I have to agree that there is a strong resmeblance.  They have the same nose, and………I’ve always wondered where Jeremy’s nose comes from.  I like to be able to see the different family members coming through in the different children, but I’ve never really been able to figure out where Jeremy’s nose came from. It’s not weird or anything, but it’s just not the same as my nose or as Jon’s.

Jon took some pics of Grandpa and Jeremy, and I think the mystery is solved.  Jeremy has Grandpa Kennedy’s nose.  See for yourself.

J & Grandpa

……here…….

see the resemblance...

 and here…….(stupid picture won’t center)

and again....

I see it….can you see it? 

Click here to see all the pics from Eighties on Flickr. 

After Breakfast, we headed into Vancouver to do a fly-by drop-in on Uncle Chris.  We weren’t planning on staying for a loooong visit, just long enough for him to be happy when we left.  We can cause quite the commotion wherever we go.  The girls and Uncle Chris played a few games of Dung Beetle…..don’t know what that is????  You’ll have to go in and visit Chris to find out.  He’s a champion Dung Beetle player, and is ruthless.  He won every game that they played, but it’s still fun!

Dung Beetle with Uncle Chris

Cuddles with Uncle ChrisAfter the card game, Josiah had a quick cuddle with Uncle Chris.

He loves to cuddle.  (Josiah, that is.)

We stayed for about 45 minutes, and then left to go to down to Granville Island. 

Chris had been hooked up to the IV all day at this point.  Normally, he gets about an hour around lunch time, but because of the way the nurse hung the meds, he didn’t end up getting his lunch time break……..

So, hopefully we were a bit of a diversion from staring at his four walls.  Fabulous walls that they are….it can get a bit much to spend ALL DAY EVERY DAY cooped up inside your room.

He’s definately feeling and looking better.  It’s nice to see him getting more mobile and recovering more and more every time we go in.

Click here to see all the pics from our visit with Uncle Chris.

Playing at the ParkThen we headed on down to Granville Island.  The kids had been waiting for quite a few days to go here.  We parked, and hit a small playground first, to let the kids burn off a bit of steam.

Jon was sitting on the other end of the teeter totter in this pic, and would let it bump onto the ground, and Jeremy would laugh and laugh and laugh…until he had enough, and then it wasn’t fun anymore.

This was the smallest park ever.  It had 3 teeter totters and 3 swings, but it was in the shade, and had a bench and so I could nurse Josiah, which is what I spent most of the day doing.

I HATE “snack” nursing, but I was trying so hard to just go with the flow, and enjoy the day, regardless of the fact that Josiah wasn’t getting a FULL feed, and as a result wanted to eat every 5 minutes.

After the park we headed out to see what we could find.  We window shopped quite a bit`at all the little artist studios.  There is some really cool stuff down there.  We made it Sardinesover to the Public Market where we had promised the kids that we’d check out the weird, different, and unique fruits and try them out.

 Once we got inside, the first thing we saw was the fish……always exciting.

YUCK!  But so much fun for little boys!

We picked out 6 different fruits to try, and not one of them was disgusting……so obviously we did not try that Indonesian fruit that smells like poo….what’s it called??? Oh yah!  Hairy FruitDurian or something like that…..YUCK!

We took a bunck of pictures, and I was really proud that all 3 kids tried every single piece of fruit regardless of how strange it looked.

This one was all hairy on the outside, and I forget the name of it, but it was kind of like a Lychee.  It was a bit like a grape looking thing on the inside, and was kinda sweet tasting.  Everyone liked it in spite of the hair.

Inside Kid's ZoneThe absolute highlight of the Granville Island trip was going to Kid’s Zone. 

The kids had been asking since we got there if we could go over to the Kid’s Zone, and we used it to hang over their heads every time they bickered or acted up.  Finally we made it over there, and I was getting tired, but we wandered in and out of EVERY. SINGLE. STINKIN’. STORE. IN. THE. WHOLE. FREAKIN’ PLACE.

And we had a good time….gash darn it!

I think that the best part, was that Great Grandpa had given each of the kids $5.00 and they could spend it on whatever they wanted.

How fun is that?

 Click here to see ALL the pics from our Granville Island Trip.

 It was 5:30pm when we finally wrapped up at the Kid’s Zone, and the kids would have loved to stay, but I was wanting to get home by 9pm, and if we were going to finish up our day the way I had planned then we needed to get a move on.

We wandered back to the van, and headed out into the lovely world of 5:30pm DOWNTOWN Vancouver Traffic.

Fully Clothed and Soaking Wet It had been so long since either Jon or I had been tooling around Vancouver in traffic that we forgot all about it.  It took us a lot longer to head on down to English Bay than we had planned, but after some sweet manuvering on Jon’s part, and some serious eye cringing, passenger side braking, and arm rest clutching, and only one yelling match with a Handy Dart Bus Driver (Nice Jon!  Really Nice!  Way to set an example for the kids.)

We made it to the Beach.

The kids were so excited.  It’s been a LOOOOOONG time since we’ve been to a beach.

We hadn’t planned on going to the beach when we set out in the morning, as so weren’t dressed for the beach, and had no spare clothes to change into.

Apparently, that doesn’t matter if your 6.  It took him all of about 2 minutes from the time we hit the sand until he was soaked all the way up to his shoulders.  The girls were sure he was going to get in trouble, and were shocked when I said that I didn’t care if they got wet, it would just mean going home naked and cold.  That wasn’t much a deterrant, and as soon as dinner was done, they went swimming as well.

Changing Diapers

Here is another shot of how our time with Josiah is spent.

If I’m not nursing him, then odds are that we’re changing a diaper.  Gotta get a few shots that show our REAL life at this exact moment.

Diapers, Boobs and Sore Backs from cuddling a sleeping baby.  This is truely the life.

The funniest part of the evening was when Jon got back from getting the fish and chips.  He had even purchased an extra piece of fish so that he and I could have 2 pieces for……3 freaking dollars.  What a joke!

He put the box of fish and the box of chips down on the log that we were sitting on, and then walked away to take a picture of the kids dow by the water.

I was nursing the baby (what’s new) and about 6 seagulls came over and one actually stole a piece of fish right out of the box. It was only a foot and a half away from me, and I was hollering at the stupid thing.  But it was too late.  He had managed to drag it out of the box and into the sand.  One piece down, but thankfully all 6 birds hadn’t converged on us and taken everything.  It was pretty funny especially when Jon told me that he had to buy that one extra piece over and above the other meals that he had bought. 

Those seagulls are too cheeky!

We had a great day, and although I was tired at the end of it, to hear the 3 kids talk all the way home about how much fun they had….was worth it…almost!

Click here to see all the English Bay Pictures.

The Catch Up Post (with WAY TOO MANY pictures)

Wow!  It’s been almost a week since I posted anything…..okay…maybe not a week, but it’s been 5 days, and that’s a week’s worth of work.  Any way, we are officially on VACATION right now.

It’s Fabulous *snort*…..yah!  A vacation at home with 3 bigs kids, and one newborn, and a husband who is still trying to catch up on a back log of work in his “down time”, and a messy house, and activites scheduled and then having to be “arranged” around a nursing baby’s schedule, and a screaming baby when we are on the road and it’s feeding time, and that’s just the tip of the fun we’ve been having…….OH THE JOYS!

As I mentioned last time, we decided NOT to go on vacation up to Vasseaux Lake, and instead we would stay home where we had all the gear, and didn’t have to pack anything up, and then just spend money on random bits of fun here locally. 

On Friday night, We invited friends of ours over and we had a birthday party for one of our friends. 

Holly's Birthday

Yah!  It was the first time that I’d had anything at our house, and well…..it went pretty well, but things took a little onger than I had expected.  EVERYTHING takes longer with a newborn around. 

Dave and JosiahWe even had a surprise guest from Labanon.  Jon’s brother was in town, and came out for the party. 

It was nice to see him, and for him to be able to see Josiah for the first time.  They only just left, so it was a nice surprise to see him again soo soon. 

It was a fun night for all, until the babies started to go beyond what they could handle, and everything was shut down, and we all parted ways to put the children to bed. 

Do they really even realize what power they hold at such a young age?

On Saturday, we “showed up at our cabin for the week” and would you believe it????…….the last people to use the place had left it a mess…..can you believe it?  So we had to spend our first day at the “vacation cabin” cleaning up.  That was Saturday….ALL DAY! because they fussed for the entire day about “HAVING” to clean up, and it took ALL FREAKIN’ DAY to get the house cleaned.  Talk about frustrating…..  We did go out to a nie Greek Food restauraant with Denver and Debbie, but I forgot my camera.  Lucky for us, Debbie had hers, so as soon as she sends the pics to me (HINT, HINT) I can post those.

Sunday we got up and we thought about going to church, and then quickly dismissed that idea ’cause it would have meant that we needed to rush, and I really wasn’t into rushing.  I’m feeling the lack of sleep these days.  It’s not too bad, and I’m really not complaining, ’cause this little angel child only wakes at 2am and 5am (like I’ve mentioned before) and mostly just eats and falls right back to sleep unless he gets a air bubble that he won’t let go of.  He really likes to hold onto his burps.  It really takes an act of God to get him to burp. 

Hanging at StarbucksAny way, we went into Vancouver to see Chris, and then we were going to go to Granville Island and check out the market and see if we could find any “weird, cool, unique and unfamiliar fruits” that we could try out for fun.  We might not send our kids with a dollar to the candy store at Granville Island, but we will take them there and search out weird fruits…..hey, if you say it with enough excitement in your voice – you can make just about anything sound fun.

We stayed with Chris for a long time, and had a REALLY GOOD TIME, but by the time we were done, we couldn’t go to Granville Island.  It was too late – maybe another day.  Instead we took the kids to Red Robins, and they were wonderful little angels.  Which was a miracle, as they’ve been a bit wild recently.

We had to stop at the Farm Market to pick up some fruits and veggies on our way home, and Jon took the kids into the Market while I sat in the car and nursed Josiah.  Josiah was still going strong when they were finished, and so they played in the gravel parking lot.  Who knew that a gravel parking lot could be so much fun.  See how sad they are to be leaving…what a bunch of goofs.

Not Happy

On Monday, Jon worked in the moring while the kids tore the house apart, and I tried to sleep (Sooooooo tired – I know……I’m a whiner, I have it sooooo easy)  Then we all pack up and went to the Matinee for Ratatouille.  The kids loved it, and it was actually a really cute movie.  We had to go into Langley to see see the movie ’cause that was the ONLY place close that was still playing the movie.  After the movie was over we went and visited  my Dad at his office, and then went shopping for a few baby things.

We ended up picking up backpacks and school shoes for the kids, so they were happy.

That brings us to today.  We had a bunch of stuff planned.  Little things that required little to no money.  We were going to hit the Library, and let the kids take 5 dollars each and spend it at the Dollar Store, go to all 3 parks at Mill Lake, and finish up shopping for school supplies. (I just have a few things left to pick up). 

Jason & JosiahA friend of ours called us this morning, and adjusted those plans for us.  YAH!

Jason is down from Prince George, and got to see and hold Josiah.

I’m posting this picture to drive Lise mad with envy, and then maybe she’ll move back…..or maybe she’s still holding out hope that we’ll move up there.

Anyway, Love ya girl, and miss ya tons. 

It was so nice to see Jason, and we talked and talked and talked, and still didn’t get to say everything that we’ve have liked to.  We could talk forever. 

We really miss these guys.  They are AMAZING people, and we are worse off because they’ve moved so blinking far away.

 Movin’ on before I start thinking about it too much and cry…..

We did get out and pick up a bunch of school supplies, but I’m still looking for a few specific things.  Jon did take the kids to ONE of the parks at Mill Lake, but aside from an amazing visit, our day was pretty much shot.

Here is a cute picture of our little demon angel.

Here he is at one week old.

and Here’s Two Weeks

And we Absolutely LOVE this Lion King shot….love the arms and legs. 
They’re so long and scrawny.

Alrighty, I have so much more, but the little man is calling, and so I must go.

 Go and check out the new pics up over here.

……Just Busy

My Mom left this comment yesterday, and while I’d love you all to delurk and leave a comment just so I know who’s out there reading my blatherings – this is totally not why I’ve not posted.

momma:

Just wondering if you are waiting for everyone to wish you a Happy Blog-i-versary before you contiue on with your blog….or if it is as I thought just very busy,….. Anyway Hapy Blog-i-versary I love you. Love Momma I love Uncle Wayne’s comments on the flip side.

Things have been a bit crazy around here.  Josiah’s got a bit of a diaper rash, and I think it’s probably yeast (which totally sucks ’cause I thought we had gotten rid of all the yeast in me).  Jeremy needs a root canal, and I hurt Jon by a comment I made in regards to this whole situation.  We went to our regular dentist, and J wigged out, and so we’ve been referred to a pediatic dentist in Mission.  Yah! (How much is that going to cost us?)  I think Geli is starting to hit puberty…….10’s a little early to start getting boobies, ain’t it?  Mind you, I was a late bloomer……really late….like YEARS behind all my friends.  Oh Well!  Nothing I can do about it, except enjoy……and let me tell you, the mood swings are wicked fun!

We’vew been waffling about going on vacation next week, AND…………we’re not going.  “BOO HOO!”  If I could be completly impulsive, and just throw some stuff in the van and go and enjoy myself – then maybe we could go, but Josiah would only be 2 weeks old, and things are still rather insane, and I don’t think I have enough clothes for him for a week.  I’m doing laundry EVERYDAY!  and that’s just his stuff, not to mention the mountain of folding and stuff to put away that’s taken over my living room.  I just can’t.  I wouldn’t have a good time ’cause I wouldn’t be relaxed, and I think I’ll be able to relax more here. 

So, we’re just going to have fun doing stuff around the Fraser Valley and the Lower Mainland.

Josiah chewed off my right nipple last night in the middle of the night, and I know you were just dying to know about that…..well, it hurts, and so if I get to experience the pain and misery of it first hand, then you all can enjoy the pain and misery of it second hand.  I like to share like that.

I can’t believe these bloggers that pop a baby out, and then still post every day…….How do they do it?  It’s not for lack of material on my part…..Jeremy is still pumping out the funnies on a minute to minute basis….just the energy and motivation to get at it.  I’m tired, and yet I have the world’s best baby. 

Seriously,  He’s put himself on a quasi-schedule.  He nurses at 5pm, 7pm, 9pm, has a bath at 10:30pm, nurses to sleep at 11 pm, sleeps until 2 am, nurses to sleep (in my bed) until 5am, then again until 7am (then we get up), and the 9 am, and 11 am, and 1pm, and 3 pm, and then we’re back to dinner time the next day.

Unbelievable!  He nurses for about 20 minutes at a feeding, and hardly ever cries!  I have been so blessed.  I am so thankful for my sweet boy.  He is more than I ever could have hoped for or imagined.

In My Arms

In My ArmsHe’s 5 days old in this picture, and in my arms. 

I could cry just typing that, but I’m trying not to.  I’ve longed for this time with everything in me for so long, and am almost unbelieving that it’s my reality…..until the older three start “molesting” the baby, and I have to beat them off with a stick.

Then I have no trouble believing that he’s here.

It’s funny, ’cause at the dinner table last night, Jon asked the kids if having Josiah here was better or worse than they thought it would be.

Geli pipes up trying to sound like it’s all good, but Xan with her brutal honesty says, “It’s worse!

At least we know that she speaks her mind….

Jon asked her to explain, and she said that Josiah is kinda boring.  All he does is sleep and eat and poop, and they can’t play with him at all.  Now, if only they’d “actually get it” as opposed to just thinking it.  They keep wanting play with him as if he’s a toy.  It probably doesn’t help that I won’t let them hold him, like….EVER!

Okay, that’s not true, and they hold him at least once a day, but I swear…..he is going tobe the most spoiled child ever.  I haven’t hardly put him down, and only very reluctantly give him over to someone else.

And I don’t even care if you think that’s a problem………..or that I might be creating a problem…..I’ll deal with that later, if I need to.  Unless you’ve held your not living child in your arms, and then had to walk away and leave him or her knowing that the one brief moment will be all you will ever have…….all you will ever know……..all you can ever hope to be able to remember……….then, you have no idea what I’ve gone through, and I will hold my child for as long as I want to.

It’s so unbelievable!  It’s hard to believe that he’s here.  Josiah is in my arms.  I don’t have to worry about whether or not he will be alive tomorrow or not.  I don’t have to wonder if he’s just sleeping and that’s why he’s not moving, or if it’s too late, and once again Ill be making that trip down the hospital hallway, and walking into that elevator without a baby car seat, and a baby in it.  Driving in an empty car where the silence is crushing me under it’s heaviness.  Coming home to a still and empty house, and realizing that I’m as empty inside as my house feels, and there is nothing I can do except to let the grief flood over and consume me.

This time the end result was so different…………Thank God!

I could just sit and stare at Josiah for hours…….except for the fact that reality hits, as my other three try to out scream each other over who gets to make pancakes with Dad this morning….’cause we couldn’t possibly take turns, now, could we?

but regardless of what goes on…….Josiah is in my arms, and I’m grateful and thankful for that, each and every moment of each and every day.