4 more sleeps & other ramblings

And it's the official moving day. I've been going crazy packing and purging and packing and thinking of paint colours and what we should renovate first.
The Peanut is shipped to my mom's each day so that I can get stuff done and by the end of the day I miss her soooo much. I guess this is a great prep for when I go back to work in the fall.

I've also been able to catch up on some of favorite blogs and have been noticing a theme with many of them. "Why do I blog?" seems to be the main thread in the blog world this week.
I'm still trying to figure it out and am sure that many of you are too.
What I do know is that you have to want to do it and love to write and share, because it takes some effort and you need to carve out a little time to be able to do it.
I also figure that growing I had a journal and this is an extension of that, only no one was allowed to read my journal, but the blog is different. Although having a lot of readers isn't part of my end game to be frank, I'm happy that there are some people who read my blog and comment and I wouldn't mind having more people reading and offering advice, etc.

I love that there are strong and inspiring women out there who are sharing their good, bad and meahh days and writing about their hopes and fears, because they inspire me and help me to realize that no matter what, we are all growing through the same things. Even through we are from different places and have different situations, we are pretty much all in the same boat. If you aren't going through it now, you probably will sooner or later.

Sophie and the Teething Peanut

The Peanut has teeth!! Gaaaaaaa

She had been teething for the last month or so and we even got her a Sophie Giraffe toy - which was a God send, she loves loves loves it.

Yesterday as she refused the rest of her morning cereal and screamed bloody murder to get out of her high chair I saw something white on her bottom gums. Low and behold, there are two teeth just starting to poke through.

Duh, that explains why she was cranky pretty much every evening since Sunday. We thought she was just tired and needed to have her bed time moved a little earlier.

I felt her little gums and one tooth has already cut through and seems really sharp, which got me thinking about the boob factor. I am soooo scared that she's going to bite me. I can imagine what that one will feel like. She bit me a couple of times already with out teeth and let me tell you not a fun feeling! I yelped and scared the living crap out of the Peanut. Hopefully if and when she does chomp down, I don't scream like a mad woman and traumatize her. She is a jumpy little one.

The Peanut is also starting to crawl and jump at things she wants. She's talkative in her little Peanut language and loves to say "meemeemee" in different pitches almost like she's singing. It's so cute and her little chuckles and full on belly laugh is the most amazing thing to hear. She has different sounds for things like when she wants boob or a bottle, she screams out "gaaaa". If she wants out of the car seat or her high chair that sound is "daidai". I think she's going to be a crazy talker!

The Peanut is also starting to content herself with toys, her fingers and legs for longer periods of time, and doesn't need me to be in front of her all the time. Oh and she sucks her toes! It's kind of weird, but really funny at the same time.

Well I've got to run, still have a gazillion boxes to pack, moving day is fast approaching and I'm not even remotely ready.

The Great White North

Happy Canada Day Everyone!

Up here in the Great White North (not so white right now, but lush and green), we are celebrating our country's Birthday. 141 years, not too old really.

July 1st marks the joining of the of Nova Scotia, New Brunswick and the Province of Canada (which was divided into Ontario and Quebec)in 1867.

Hope everyone is enjoying the day and taking advantage of the great weather out there!

Either the plate is smaller or we're cramming too much on it!

On top of having a 5 1/2 month old, we decided a couple of weeks back to sell the house and buy a new one. We're moving! I have a lot of packing to do.

With that in mind we also were planning the Peanut's baptism, father's day with both sides of the family and everything else that has been thrown at us, including the Peanut having been seriously sick.

I have a feeling that our plate really isn't that small, but we keep doing too much sometimes.
I know that life happens, it's just crazy how fast things change sometimes in our life.

We're moving not too far from where we live now, but to a nice area and a house that fits our growing needs and has quite a bit more potential than our current one. Thing is we move in less than 1 month. Renovations will be in order, so more to look forward to for sure. I just wonder if it is such a smart thing to get into with a wee one. The Hubby dubby keeps saying we'll do one room at a time and that it won't affect the Peanut, but I know it won't be as simple as that. During certain parts of the renovating, she's going have to be out of the house for sure and stay at my parents. Hopefully we won't need to stay there for too long.

I know that she'll be OK with my mom taking care of her when I get back to work, and she adapts really well when I leave her with my MIL or my mom for little bits of time, so I'm also starting to think about when I should get back to the job life again. I'm just feeling a little torn. I really love spending time with her and love being a mom, but I'm also kind of itching to work and have a life again. I don't get much time to do my own thing anymore and don't want to get resentful, but at the same time the guilty feelings are there. I hate this feeling! Sometimes I wonder if my being happy and feeling fulfilled will only make a better mom, but other times I feel guilty that maybe I'm rushing things and the Peanut needs me to grow properly emotionally and socially.

We had the Peanut's baptism this past weekend and she was a doll as usual. Everything was great and our family all got together to celebrate, so we really had fun. Lots of pictures, food and drink and the Church part was really nice as well. Quite frankly I'm kind of glad that's out of the way and one less thing for me to stress about. It was emotional though to see her have this little right of passage already and it got me thinking that she is growing so quickly, changing so much each day.

Father's day was also pretty amazing. We made it a weekend affair, with the Hubby Dubby getting a special father's day dinner with his two favorite gals, on Saturday. I made grilled lamb chops with a goat cheese and rosemary sauce and asparagus and lemon risotto on the side. Lemon & Blueberry creme brulee for desert. The Peanut even sat in her high chair quietly playing with her Sophie the Giraffe through dinner. It was really great. On the Sunday we split had my MIL & FIL and my parents over for lunch and watched the soccer game.

Ok, now that I've procrastinated enough I've gotta go start packing another room. You really don't know how much carp you have until you move! Wish me luck in getting it all done ASAP.

oh where, oh where, has the time gone?!?

The Peanut is five months(5 freaking months!!!!!). Whahhhhhh.. where did the time go already? Before I know it, I'll be back to the 9 to 5 grind and my little baby will be walking or something.

So she's five months, it's crazy the new things she does everyday. Like many a first time parent, the hubby dubby and I go googo gaaga over every little thing she does. Her personality is really coming out and she cracks me up all the time. I think we have over 2000 photos taken already - I've had to buy a little USB stick thingy to keep them all in there!

We did end up piercing the ears and she was not at all traumatized! I think I was more then her. We bought a numbing cream and put it on both sides of her earlobe and she didn't even flinch. Not one tear, whimper or anything. She was too amused by looking at what was reflecting in the mirror to worry about what was happening. It was amazing. She does look super cute with the little studs though and I don't think she even knows she has ears yet.

Another thing that is happening is that she is crawling and trying to get into everything. I can't believe it. She doesn't stop moving - even when she sleeps. I put to sleep on one side of her crib, she wakes up on the other side and upside down. I can't take my eye off of her for one minute when she's moving around!

We've also started her on some simple solids. So far so good! She has her likes and dislikes, but when she's hungry she wants food fast and on the spot. It's crazy how she eats and then wants boob on top and it can't wait or she'll freak out.

All in all I wouldn't trade having her for the world. I can't imagine my life without the Peanut and can't even remember what life was like before her - although I miss time alone with the hubby.

Slowly we're starting to get our life together and we've gone out to eat a couple of times together, but it's not the same. We either have to hurry back to get her to bed or I'm always worrying that she has enough milk or whatever. By the time we put her to bed, we're so tired and there is always another load of laundry to do or something, that we can't seem to find the time to reconnect. I feel like we're two ships in the wind passing each other sometimes and wish we could have the time together that we used to have. It's crazy, but things are getting better, now that the Peanut isn't permanently attached to my boob. Still, I do miss having an uninterrupted conversation or dinner and having spontaneous dates and other "meetings." It feels like the air of romance has been slowly leaking out of our balloon called marriage.

From reading some of your posts, it looks like this won't be getting all that much better any time soon!

I guess that we'll have to make the time, just like for other things. Hopefully we can start leaving her with my in-laws or my parents for a little adult time between the hubby and I. If only I could relax a little more when I'm away from her.

How do you all cope?

Piercing Debate

You know how there are things you never actually think about before you have kids?

Well this was one of those for me. Before having the Peanut I didn't think about piercing ears and earrings and all that jazz. I mean my parents had my ears pierced when I was a couple of months old and I'm glad I have a lot of nice pairs of earrings and love them, but it was never something I thought about when it came to having a baby.

Now that the Peanut is here and the Peanut is a girl, family members have been asking "So when are you getting her ears pierced?". My parents have already bought her a really nice pair of gold ones from Portugal and my grandparents sent a beautiful pair as well for her. All my little girl cousins and my sister have pierced ears.

I guess it's a cultural thing and the hubby and I mulled it over and thought about it.

I did a lot of research and talked to the Peanut's pediatrician about the cons and risks and how safe it really is. We did quite a bit of soul searching and thought about the reasons why we'd would want this done or not and if this was something that the Peanut would be happy about or not at a later date.

I was wondering what you all thought about it. Do your little girls have their ears pierced or would you rather they make that decision when they are older?

Yippy... great weather

Haven't been posting much these days because the Peanut and I have been whooping it up outside and taking advantage of the great weather that has hit T.O.This winter was seriously brutal and I was so sun deprived and going stir crazy that once the sun was out I grabbed our little bundle of sunshine and took to the streets.

We have been going for walks in the neighbourhood, going to the library and down by the lake shore, I've even cracked out the roller blades. The tulips and spring flowers are starting to poke their little heads out of the ground and the smell of spring is in the air.

Time for spring cleaning! I'm thinking I'll have to leave the peanut at my mom's for a couple of hours in order to get anything done.