Hug a Chiropractor

I love my chiropractor!  Not in a romantical way of course, just in a “you fixed my body and I love you” way.  It’s taken two visits and I’m almost completely fixed of my sciatic and back problems.  I still have some hip pain but that’s just my arthritis dealing with my joints being loose from pregnancy.  Yesterday he took a look at my back and said most of my problem is just muscle tension.  He did some poking and whatnot and gave me an exercise to do (with a very fun rubber tube thingie, it’s not only good for exercising but also a great tool for annoying your husband while watching American Idol!  Just get him to hold it to his ear and say you have a secret to tell him and then blow really hard into the tube, it’s fun and sometimes you can get them to do it more than once, this is a very long rabbit trail now.) which will pull my shoulders back and help relieve tension.  I say, if you have back and sciatic pain from being pregnant then pay the money to get it fixed, I can’t believe the instant relief.  I went through my entire pregnancy last time hobbling around in a salon and not being able to walk at night, massage didn’t help it much.  My docs kept telling me there was nothing that could be done.  Well it totally can be, I’m so HAPPY!!  I vacuumed my floors yesterday which is a really bad motion for the sciatic and I didn’t feel it at all, later that night I could hop up from sitting and everything was fine!  Needless to say, I love my chiropractor, I wish he wasn’t married and I had a sister to marry him off to.  Dang.

I made more scones today, I’m addicted.  I used brown sugar today and cranberries.  I got mom-in-law excited to make them too, I’ll hook my mom in soon enough.  She’s busy.

Yesterday Auntie Juju and I took Silas to the park.  We enjoy just letting him wander around.  We just walk behind him and chat and divert him from any dangers.  Silas enjoys the doggies there SO much.  He even got a bunch of wonderful kisses from a puppy, right on the MOUTH!  Most moms would be grossed out, I was just jealous I wasn’t getting puppy kisses.  He still frightens doggies because he runs up to them squeaking (hopefully none will think he’s a squeeze toy and bite him) and then just kinda dives at them and they dodge and he falls over.  I can’t wait to get him a dog one day, now just isn’t the time.  Silas also ran up to some old man and grabbed onto his legs like he wanted up.  The old dude picked him up and said “DO I LOOK LIKE YOUR DADDY?”  his wife looked very embarrassed and made him put Silas down.  I didn’t mind, the old guy was pleased that Silas had chosen him.  I guess shyness isn’t something we’re going to have to deal with.  I’m feeling so chatty today!  One more paragraph and then I’ll try and think of someone to call or something, even though I’ve talked for about 2 hours on the phone today already!

Brent worked over 12 hours yesterday.  I got Silas ready for bed and then we waited for Brent to come home.  Silas was so happy to see Brent.  He was acting funny, like he knew he was missing someone but wasn’t sure.  He said DADA so happily and so loudly when he saw Brent, I got all teary because I could tell it totally was the highlight of Brent’s day to have such a warm welcome.  It’s funny, when I became a Mom I noticed that I feel most loved by Brent when he shows love to our son.  Us moms are so weird.  Ok, that’s all.  To those of you that got this far thanks for sticking with me!  I’m proud of you!!

Beauty or Beast?

Sometimes being pregnant feels so inhuman.  When I’m spawning something inside of me, being the carrier of new life, it almost feels like I’m more animal than human.  At least it’s not my instinct to eat the placenta.  I told the nurse she could take Silas’ home and make soup out of it but she declined my offer.  I don’t know why a completely natural thing, when thought about hard enough, feels completely unnatural.  I’m a beast!!  Some women attribute it to feeling alien and I get that too, more like aliens have taken over.  I guess that being pregnant is very animalistic though.  We’re creating more life to further our species.  Just like every other animal does.  That’s all I have to talk about today.

woof woof!

General Unwellness

Ugh, whatever my husband had last week has now graced my presence. I woke up this morning with a lovely sore throat and just an overall sense of unwellness. I hadn’t been feeling normal all weekend and now I guess I know why. GRRRR. For someone who never gets out in public often I do get sick a lot. When I was working and pregnant with Silas I only got one cold. Now I’m in my house and I get them all the time. GRRRRR. And it’s all Brent’s fault. It’s always the man’s fault!

In 14 long minutes I’ll bring a nice, hot batch of scones out of the oven. I was craving them this morning. I made them with 100% whole wheat this time and snuck in some ground flax also, we’ll see how they come out this time. I’m always looking for a healthier alternative. Soon I’ll be making them with coconut butter and goat yogurt. I need to start some coffee soon to go with my delicious scone, I wish someone was here to enjoy them with me, oh well, more for me I guess.

So what’s new with Silas? He’s been sleeping better again so I assume that he’s feeling better although his cough sounds kinda fluid-y. I made him some rooibos tea before bed and added some lemon and stevia and he drank almost all of it. I was happy to see him enjoy it. It always makes me feel better for sure. He’s started asking for cookies and he knows exactly where I keep them. It’s kinda cute but slightly excessive. He doesn’t like being told no to cookies and protests about it rather often. I wonder if I took them away from their usual spot to a place where he can’t see them if he’d forget about them more often. I think they’re gross but he seems to think their wonderful and can stick a whole one in his mouth so his hands are free to play with toys. He’s also realized which was is right side up on his books and is flipping them over to see them properly now. I haven’t really shown him the proper way much, I like letting him figure things out on his own and he seems to have now. I love hearing him babble on in his own language like he’s reading the book to me. He always reads it in a very proper tone. He’s also been pointing to things and making up his own name for it. If he knows the name he’ll say it but a lot of things have Silas language names now, it gets confusing. He’s also had the vanilla mini wheats commercial in his head loads so we sing it a lot and I let him watch the commercial on u tube.

As for chim chim (in my belly) he’s not making my belly expend so fast anymore. We’ll hear more about him later today at the drs. appointment.

That’s all for today, I feel ill and I need to make some coffee to go with my scones, they smell fabulous!

A Lovely Morning

What a lovely Saturday this is turning out to be! Brent decided to stay home today because he hasn’t been feeling well, he just needed a day off. Silas woke up really chatty and happy at like 6:40 this morning so I let him talk to himself in there for a while and then went in and turned on some tunes and gave him toys, oh ya, and changed a poopy bum (he’s been doing that early lately…grrr). I went back to bed but I couldn’t sleep. I had scones on my mind. I wanted to make scones very badly. Then I had Brent on my mind and I cuddled up to him for a long time. It was nice to be awake and have it quiet. It was snowing outside. I finally decided to get up and make scones and Silas wanted out of his room soon after. I took him out and he pointed outside at a car and said “car”, what a clever little boy (later on he pointed at the ceiling fan and said car too, we wont count that though). I brought Silas in to see Brent and he was very happy to see his “Dada” on a Saturday morning. He promptly gave him a kiss on the lips and then proceeded to whack his chest, how nice. I went to allrecipes.com and found a recipe I wanted to do but I realized I had no eggs. Silas was in our room playing with Brent on the bed so I decided I REALLY wanted scones and ventured out into the snow to the grocery store. The scones turned out AMAZING and it was a lovely spread. I had to make the photo in color (even though it goes against the “style” of my blog) so you could see how pretty the fruit was. Silas enjoyed munching along with us, it was a rather relaxing breakfast. The scones went perfectly with coffee and fruit! Here’s the recipe, I also zested an orange and put some juice of the orange in the mixture to give it more ZIP.

 

Doesn’t that look lovely? It was lovely. Pay no attention to the toys on the floor!!

One more note, I had my chiropractors appointment yesterday and he’s magic. I don’t know why I’ve never gone before!! My sciatic already feels better after a few simple things he did to me. He didn’t want to touch the rest of my back yet, one thing at a time I guess. I was so happy to lay in bed last night with no pain in my hip either. He said he’ll be able to get rid of all my sciatic pain. I don’t know why I didn’t go last pregnancy when I was working full time and in SO much pain!!

Money’s on My Mind

I know money is the root of all kinds of evil but I think it’s also the root of ALL stress pretty much.  Apparently it’s what most couples fight about but I’m glad that isn’t the case in our house.  Neither of us go out and just spend money so we have nothing to be mad about.  Money has sure been on our minds lately though.  With Christmas spending and then time off Brent had to work extra and he’s working extra to make up for time in Manitoba also.  Once we survive the small cheque we’ll get from being in Manitoba and then get the next pay cheque I’ll be able to breathe a little more.  We’ve done such a good job though.  I’ve gotten to be rather good at being frugal.  My one trick that’s saved us loads of money is making a meal plan for suppers each week and only buying accordingly.  Some weeks we got away with less than 100 bucks for groceries and other weeks it was up to 200 but it was only things we NEEDED.  I also used up a lot of our reserves around the house.  It’s nutso to know that I can cook a meal with just a bunch of things that need using up.  I’m going to continue with this plan and continue to save money in that area.  Another thing we’ve changed is we use cash now.  It’s a lot harder to hand a person 10 bucks cash then a card.  Plus there have been many times I’ve been out and thought about wanting to buy something (always some sort of food) and then realizing I didn’t have the money on me so I didn’t.  It’s a good idea!  We can’t use our cards because we just have the money in there that’s coming out of the account for bills so NO TOUCHY!!

The amount of things we have to save for right now is almost suffocating me.  We have so many things to think about as we will be evicted from our building anytime (they’re changing the units into condos) and we are pondering buying but we don’t really have anything saved for that.  Also I’d like Brent to have a good amount of time off when baby comes.  My mom will be here to help out for the week the baby comes but it would be nice to have time after that with just us.  There’s teeth that need fixing, eyes that need check ups, maternity clothes that need buying, RRSP’s to get started, debts to pay off.  Goodness, it can be crazy.  I know there’s tons of people way worse off that we are.  Once we get through the bad two weeks coming up then we’ll be doing pretty well again.  This time since Christmas has turned me into a money freak though, probably more of a good thing because I’m finally paying attention to finances.  When you don’t pay attention it’s rather scary, you just don’t want to look.  I’ve done that for so many years, I just didn’t look at what was in my account because I was too scared of it.  I have no idea how we got by but we did.

Anyway, I didn’t know what to write about today so I thought I’d just write about that because it’s been bothering me and it’s just part of being grown up.  I think being open about it helps because you realize there’s a million people around you that are also going through the same thing at the same time.  So that’s that.  Money sucks, thank GOD (or Gord and Roselle) for my husband’s amazing work ethic!

The Conclusion of the Odor

After finishing yesterday’s post I bravely ventured to my closet, opened the door and looked in. The stench really hit me and I was frightened. I thought I would just do a quick surface scan of the closet to see if I could spot what the horrible odor was coming from. I saw shoes and jackets in unorganized piles. I couldn’t bring myself to lift anything up and check under, what if the dead thing had come back to life again? It was going to jump out at me with it’s half decomposed body and harm me in some gruesome way. My eyes were darting too and fro and then I saw it. There it was, all white and shiny, just staring at me with it’s evil stench. I wondered how long it had been there and how in God’s name had it gotten there in the first place. What stupid person thought of putting this in our closet to rot? By the way it had been packaged I could only conclude that it was my husband and I take no responsibility. I took it from my closet, grabbed a plastic bag. With my breath held, I wrapped it up properly and threw it in the trash where the dirty diapers belong!

Happy times didn’t last too long yesterday and they sure aren’t happening right now. Silas is all whiny again. Is it illegal to duck tape their mouths? Never mind. He got grumpy again after his nap yesterday and I can only conclude that it has something to do with a pearly white coming in. Cookies make him quiet, I’m glad I have lots of cookies. He has a whole one in his mouth right now. How do you teach a toddler to not whine?

We had a little adventure after his nap yesterday and we happened upon a park, right across the street from us. Who knew?? That’s what you get when you live amongst tall buildings. It was just a bunch of grass and a bench with two smelly smoking teens on it. Silas said “EWW” when he saw them and I was proud. I wish we could have stayed longer but my bladder almost ruptured. (Silas is crying for another cookie, I said no, now he’s crying more…duck tape?? ) Anyway, I took some photos before we left because I haven’t put one up in a while. So enjoy this one of my darling.

Brent is all sick. His fever was 100 before we went to bed so I told him to not take any drugs and just sweat it out overnight. Boy did he sweat but at least he’s feeling better this morning, k no he’s not but I thought he would. I didn’t sleep well because Silas didn’t sleep well and I was constantly concerned about my ill husband beside me. He went to work this morning like a soldier, what a man. I’d be all wimpy and in bed all day long. Silas didn’t nurse this morning again. Woot Woot! He’s chewing on my Croc now. Psycho child.

A Good Mood Day

Silas has been in SUCH a good mood so far today.  I don’t know what to do with it.  I keep thinking I’m going to jinx it somehow!  There wasn’t any fussing or hanging or whining or smashing of faces on the floor.  It’s been a lovely morning, perhaps it’s because the sun is actually shining and there’s no sign of rain for once, that’s definitely brought me to a happier place.  Now he’s peacefully sleeping in his room while listening to the Fischer Price Lullaby’s CD (a lovely CD).  We had a good time playing on the floor today, played some very repetitive toddler games like “stand me up and say ‘up’ and then I’ll back into you and fall on my bum and laugh while you say ‘down’” that’s always a good one.  And there’s the “I run past you like I’m trying to NOT get caught but then you grab me and chew on my sides and let me go and I’ll run away and come back and do it all over again” game. When I wouldn’t try to catch him he’d just stand beside me with a big grin on his face like “OK I’m here mommy, time to catch me”  so fun.  He even gave me his first zerbert on my tummy, it made me laugh very hard.  Lots of slobber but it did tickle!

He slept through his nursing time this morning.  I sure didn’t sleep through it well.  I kept getting freaked out that he was going to wake up.  When I did hear him I looked at the clock and it was 7:00 and let out a big PHEW.  He’s on a bit of a milk strike now and doesn’t want his goats milk (he usually SCREAMS for it).  He did give into it for a few minutes, he cuddled and drank with his eyes rolling into the back of his head.  Then, as soon as he had accepted the cup, he decided it was absolutely apauling and refused to even look at it.  I persisted with it a bit but decided to give up, I didn’t want him associating drinking his milk with mommy tieing him down or anything.  Is it illegal to tie your kids down?  Nevermind.  He did enjoy watching me pretend to drink it, I accidently got a gulp of it….yikes.  I’m ok with cold goats milk but not warm.  EWWW.

I had something else to say but I forget now.  Oh well.  I’m going to finish my delightful sandwich and then scurry about the house g…..WAIT…I remember.

There’s an odor!  I have an odor and it’s coming from a closet I rarely go into.  It’s in the shoe closet by our front door, and boy is it an odor.  I first smelled it on my way to the bathroom this morning and then investigated every closet and room in that hall like a hound dog.  Then my sniffer finally came to a halt at the shoe and jacket closet, what could possibly be in there?  I know there’s loads of unloved shoes, jackets, some sports equipment, umbrella stroller.  Haha, I just couldn’t eat my last bite of delightful sandwich because I’m just thinking of all the frightening possibilities of what could be making this stench.  It could be as little as a forgotten sandwich put in there by my husband, or a poopy diaper that somehow made it’s way in there OR it could be like a dead cat or something.  I heard a cat meowing about two weeks ago, it could be decomposing on my bridesmaids shoes that I’ve never worn again.  I’m terribly frightened to look.  Frightened of what’s in there, frightened of the possibility of lurking spiders.  Maybe it’s a pile of decomposing wolf spiders!  There’s some alive ones feasting on the rotting flesh of the dead ones.  Anyway, the smell is really bad and I don’t know if I should make my husband look or if I should be brave and find out for myself.  It’s probably some sort of random food item my mother-in-law stuck in my husbands coat on our way out the door.  She’s been known to do things like that, she did it to me with SOCKS!  Haha.  Anyway, I have an odor and I’m frightened.  Perhaps I’ll send Silas in there.

….etting things clean and whatnot. (that was a continuation of the interrupted paragraph for those who didn’t catch on)

Bye

Special Pop

So this morning I faced the dreaded gestational diabetes test.  The test where they make you drink this disgusting bring orange pop and then make you sit for a whole hour only to stab you and take your blood.  The blood taking is always my favorite part (Ya I’m weird but I totally enjoy it.  Roselle, I paid close attention to the pain factor today and I can say that it does not hurt!!) but the rest of it just plain sucks.  I don’t really drink pop, I’ve been a little bit bad lately and having a bit of Barqs because I’m craving it for some reason.  Usually a can of pop will make me feel ill.  But this pop, this is special pop.  It’s got 5 grams of sugar per 1 fluid ounce, that’s some special pop.  Not to mention it’s gross (but naturally flavoured to my delight) and is full of artificial colour.  Now why would they need to make it orange-colored?  It’s not like they’re trying to SELL it to us.  It doesn’t have to look GOOD.  We have to drink it we don’t choose to so why not save us on some other problems and just make the crap clear?  Why does the colour NEED to match the flavour?  ANYWAY, I gag the stuff down and then I sit impatiently in a crowded waiting room for an hour.  I hate sitting in crowds like that because I just want to stare at people.  I love people watching but it’s hard when you’re in such close quarters.  Then you suddenly have to play the shifty eye game where you’re noticing a person’s black-heads on their nose and they look over and your eyes dart away and you look back and their eyes dart away and you keep looking at eachother to see if the other person is looking at you.  goodness, it didn’t happen today thanks, but the girl beside me had some DREADFUL blackheads, I wanted to give her a facial brush.  A lady in there was cuddling with her little son and it made me miss Silas.  He was over at Ash’s, playing with his girlfriend Ireland who’s three days older than him.  Anyway, I looked at the clock constantly for the last 10 minutes of the waiting game and then got called in for the blood taking.  YAY.  Then the lady gave my the cotton to hold down on my wound and said “I’ll get you a band-aid for that in a moment” and she left, and she was gone.  She was really gone and she never came back.  I was sitting long after the bleeding ended and I was contemplating grabbing a band-aid and just walking out.  I finally caught the eye of some lady and she bandaged me and sent me on my way, phew.  She told me that I probably was forgotten, how nice.  So that’s part of my morning today.

Earlier in the morning (6am) Silas awoke thinking he needed a boobie or two to slurp on.  Brent went in to try and get him back to sleep but it wasn’t working.  I was feeling sad, I guess I should nurse him I thought.  Then this massive amount of determination came over me.  I’ve already suffered a day of leaky boobies, I might as well just keep this going.  So I went in and rubbed his head till he was happy to be on his own again and then helped my hubby make his lunch (which I never do usually because I’m blissfully sleeping at that time) and stayed up to make sure Silas was asleep.  Then I went back to bed only to have Silas wake up at 6:40.  Jeepers.  I went in his room and decided to pretend it was his usual wake-up time which was only 20 mins away anyway.  Up came the blinds and on went the Black-Eyed Peas and I gave him his toys and went to bed.  I couldn’t sleep by then .  When I finally started to doze he started to cry.  It was 7:20 by then.  Phooey.  I went in his room and he was soaked from head to toe and so was his bed, he had managed to get the lid off his water cup and now things were soaked, his newish duvet cover nicely stained his sheets red in one spot (I wont even mention how much I paid for fabric for all of that!) so everything got hung up and he got changed and we cuddled for a VERY long time.  I enjoyed that.

I just have to mention one more thing.  Yesterday I turned into a mad cleaning lady.  At one point I was out of breath and covered in sweat.  Yes, I cleaned and boy did I clean well and once it was done I realized that what I had done was hardly noticable.  How dissapointing.  It was little things that had been bothering me a lot and I was so happy to be in the mood to get them done.  But they were the kind of thing husbands would never notice so I had to make sure to point out every single thing I had done to Brent so I’d get proper apreciation.  I paid for it last night too, I managed to be able to walk OK though, well, I could take steps, but they weren’t proper painless ones that’s for sure.  ANYWAY, enough talking!!  I need to post more photos, I’m being lazy!

Bye Bye Boobies

This morning Silas slept through his usual nursing time, I usually will nurse him whenever he wakes up but today I didn’t. I just brought him some toys, put on Black Eyed Peas for him and went back to bed (I love that about my son). He was fine and hasn’t seemed to miss it at all. Hopefully he’s not going to wake up tomorrow morning and demand it at all. I think that I’ll still nurse him if he does. He’s been sleeping through his nursing time a lot lately so I think he’s ready to be done with it. My boobies aren’t even full and angry at me either! I’m just trying to not think about me missing it at all, I’ll have a new one to be slurping away at my bosoms very soon so I think I’ll be okay. These boobies have a lot of work ahead of them still, no time to mourn a little break from the slurping now.

Silas turns 15 months today! He’s acting less and less like a baby every day and it makes me sad. He’s getting so funny too. Brent and I will just sit on the couch and watch him and laugh our heads off. The way he dances (with his tongue out as far out it will go), the way he sings, his little noises. It’s all very entertaining and sometimes we’re very surprised at what he’s picking up. He’ll just chime in on a song that’s playing on our itunes, he’s really been listening. This month he’s just gotten much better at walking and running. He’s developing his singing rather nicely. He’s learned how to tip a cup up to drink out of it. He will bring me something he’s not supposed to be touching when I tell him to (except once which was this morning when he ran the other way as fast as he could), sometimes he brings them to me when I don’t ask. Good boy…I mean good behavior!

I’m in a cleaning mood! How exciting, I guess I’ll have to keep this short so the computer doesn’t suck the energy out of me like it usually does. I have my cutlery soaking in hot water right now, it needs to be polished. We have beautiful brushed stainless steel stuff but it gets little rust spots on it from being in the dishwasher. A little stainless steel cleaner does it trick, it’s actually kinda fun.

Anyway, I’m going to make myself and egg salad sandwich and get back to the cleaning, gotta keep the muscles warm or I start to hurt. Once they cool I can’t actually walk much so I best keep them a-going. I’m doing myself a stupidly expensive favour and going to the chiropractor and hopefully he can fix me up a bit. Anyone want to pay for me to get weekly massages? Mom?? OK CLEANING TIME!!

(sorry, boring post today)

Goodbye Pretty Shoes

It’s time to retire the nice shoes until after baby is born. Instead I need to wear ugly runners or crocs or else my hips will come loose and I’ll topple to the floor in a big heap of pitiful jointpain-ness…hmmm. I got to sing in-front of my entire church today in my nice sweater and ugly runners. I couldn’t bring myself to wear the crocs to church even though they’re super comfy…I have an aversion to crocs and public…mainly because I don’t like following the main stream. I love them though mother in law!!! Wearing my runners when I’m not working out is weird, they make me feel bouncy and I make long strides, I have to remember I’m not on a work-out, I’m just dashing to the bathroom…again. Also it’s time to retire from the toddler Sunday school (Sunday’s cool at my church..haha) looks like lifting anything heaver than my son also makes me crumple into a pile of jointpain-ness. Oh well, Silas doesn’t let me hold the other kids when we are in there much anyway but I thought it wise to send my letter of resignation before it’s too late.

Totally different topic now:

I have a bone to pick. People don’t know how to hand you change anymore. I haven’t dealt with it much because I’ve always paid with a card but we’re trying to live off cash now to save money. Anyone that works a till please pay attention!!!! When giving change PLEASE put the coins in the hand before you put the bills!! It’s such a pain when people put your change on top of your bills because they slide around and it’s awkward and I hate it! One girl the other day fought me, I tried to get the coins in my hand first and then grab the bill but she just wouldn’t have it. It makes it harder when I have a wiggly toddler in my arms. Anyway, there’s my beef, read it and take it seriously because I’m going to freak out next time someone does it!!!

The end.