Okay.
Maybe genius is a stretch. But today he did something really cool and new to me. He wrote "Mommy" and then proceeded to write the shortened version of his name.
I was shocked.
He'll be 4 in April, and so I know it's really normal for him to be at a stage where he should be interested in letters. The problem is, he hasn't been. At all.
Here's the thing. I could read when I was 3 and a half, and I love reading and writing and spelling and grammar. So, the fact that he was completely uninterested in writing or learning his letters was beginning to bug me a bit.
You know, in that way that you are well aware it shouldn't bug you and you shouldn't pressure your child to perform, but would it kill you to want to write your name?
More startling was the fact that he was and is enamored by science and math. Good for him, but I suck at science and math. So the fact that he wanted to sit and write letters tonight? Awesome.
As I've mentioned, every evening after Handy Manny we turn off the tv and have "fun time." After a few weeks this is working out quite well. There are rarely fights over turning the tv off, and he comes up with some interesting things to do. Tonight was when we worked on our letters. He wanted to write his name and mine and daddy and baby. It was pretty cool.
I know I know a lot of kids have mastered the art of writing their name. And good for them. But, I'm just really glad we're finally hitting this milestone.
It's not really legible, and by the time he starts JK in September I'd like him to be able to write his name clearly, but for now I'll take it!
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Finishing Work
I've been toying with this post for the last few days, but it's hard to explain without this sounding like a pity post, which it isn't.
I'm feeling a little irrelevant at work.
I should back up and explain a bit.
Friday is my last day. I worked with my manager to wrap up all of the projects that I was working on early so that I could have time to pack my office (this has been quite an endeavour), make sure all the loose ends were tied up and take it easy in the last week or so. I've really appreciated the leeway here. I've enjoyed taking lunches with my friends and making sure I could say goodbye to people.
But, I've also realized in the last few days just how much work defines my identity.
Over the past 3 years, since I went back to work, I've struggled to find an identity where I'm a mommy in the morning and night and a professional during the day. Sometimes it's easy. Sometimes it's a struggle. But I've done pretty well.
However, in the last week or so as I've had less and less to do, I've been asked to fewer meetings and not had to join many conference calls work has been hard. For the first time in 3 years I've been, dare I say it ... BORED. And I hate that.
More and more I realize just how much being a working mom is a part of who I am.
When I was pregnant with Doodle I was having a really difficult time workwise. I enjoyed my job, but the company changed ownership, was bought out by a complete prick, and there was clearly no job for me after maternity leave. I wasn't sure if I wanted to be a stay at home mom or a working mom. I had no idea what to expect.
This time around I have a sense of security. I love my job. I love my colleagues (most of them). I know when I'm going back to work, and there's no confusion in my mind as to whether I want to be a SAHM or a Working Parent. The decision is made. And I'm ready to spend time at home with my growing family.
But, I'm sensing there's going to be a bit of a tough transition. I had a complete meltdown when they tried to take away my blackberry (thank goodness that my manager and vp agreed with my arguments to keep it) and I know I'll be logging in just to keep in the loop. And then there's the whole social side of things. I've already made plans with one colleague to go for manicures together. I've arranged to be invited to lunches for weddings, and of course I expect to be kept in the gossip loop.
But I'm also really really really relieved to have some time off. And, unlike the year I spent with Doodle fretting about what I would do, I think I'll choose to spend this year enjoying a change of lifestyle (note I did not say Break) and fretting about more important things like losing the baby weight and not turning into someone who wears "mom jeans".
I'm feeling a little irrelevant at work.
I should back up and explain a bit.
Friday is my last day. I worked with my manager to wrap up all of the projects that I was working on early so that I could have time to pack my office (this has been quite an endeavour), make sure all the loose ends were tied up and take it easy in the last week or so. I've really appreciated the leeway here. I've enjoyed taking lunches with my friends and making sure I could say goodbye to people.
But, I've also realized in the last few days just how much work defines my identity.
Over the past 3 years, since I went back to work, I've struggled to find an identity where I'm a mommy in the morning and night and a professional during the day. Sometimes it's easy. Sometimes it's a struggle. But I've done pretty well.
However, in the last week or so as I've had less and less to do, I've been asked to fewer meetings and not had to join many conference calls work has been hard. For the first time in 3 years I've been, dare I say it ... BORED. And I hate that.
More and more I realize just how much being a working mom is a part of who I am.
When I was pregnant with Doodle I was having a really difficult time workwise. I enjoyed my job, but the company changed ownership, was bought out by a complete prick, and there was clearly no job for me after maternity leave. I wasn't sure if I wanted to be a stay at home mom or a working mom. I had no idea what to expect.
This time around I have a sense of security. I love my job. I love my colleagues (most of them). I know when I'm going back to work, and there's no confusion in my mind as to whether I want to be a SAHM or a Working Parent. The decision is made. And I'm ready to spend time at home with my growing family.
But, I'm sensing there's going to be a bit of a tough transition. I had a complete meltdown when they tried to take away my blackberry (thank goodness that my manager and vp agreed with my arguments to keep it) and I know I'll be logging in just to keep in the loop. And then there's the whole social side of things. I've already made plans with one colleague to go for manicures together. I've arranged to be invited to lunches for weddings, and of course I expect to be kept in the gossip loop.
But I'm also really really really relieved to have some time off. And, unlike the year I spent with Doodle fretting about what I would do, I think I'll choose to spend this year enjoying a change of lifestyle (note I did not say Break) and fretting about more important things like losing the baby weight and not turning into someone who wears "mom jeans".
Monday, March 10, 2008
The hospital Bag
My task of the weekend was packing my hospital bag.
Sounds easy enough. And, really it was. But, I had a huge list of stuff to buy (think nipple cream, feminine products and breast pads) that really wasn't pretty.
I opted to go to a store I rarely frequent rather than risk the chance of getting this stuff at my local grocery store or pharmacy where I frequently bump into people I know. Of course I'm aware that at almost 30 I should be quite comfortable with purchasing the necessary objects of being a woman, but really I'd rather my next-door neighbour NOT know all the details.
So, off I went to a store on a quiet Sunday morning and purchased everything I needed. I didn't even wince when I had to throw in a package of pads that was the EXACT SAME SIZE as the pack of newborn diapers. Afterall, I knew no one. I was humming as I grabbed the nipple cream and spent several minutes debating between Avent nursing pads vs. Medela nursing pads (I went with Avent).
I threw in the extra-strength deodorant and the anti-dandruff shampoo. I even got some lovely super-sized granny panties (notice I had to buy them cause I have none) , a few comfy bras and just for fun some Tinkerbell underwear. By the time I ended up in the toy section to grab Phat Daddy and Doodle I was quite comfortable with the contents of my buggy.
And off we went to pay.
When we got to the front cash a lovely, young cashier chatted with me as I started to put my purchases up.
It was all well and good until I got to some of the personal stuff. And then the girl looked horrified. She pointed to the box of nursing pads and asked "what are these?" I explained. She asked that of a few more things.
When she got to my super-sized package of pads she turned to me with utmost sincerity and said, "this is largest package I have ever seen!!!!" She proceeded to tell me that I could purchase thin ones these days.
Thanks. I'm 29. I've never NOT been able to purchase thin pads. So I explained to her the reason why I was buying all of this. The poor girl, who later told me she's 18, was horrified. And told me she will never have a baby.
It was pretty funny. And, I feel like I have maybe prevented at least 1 teenage pregnancy.
Sounds easy enough. And, really it was. But, I had a huge list of stuff to buy (think nipple cream, feminine products and breast pads) that really wasn't pretty.
I opted to go to a store I rarely frequent rather than risk the chance of getting this stuff at my local grocery store or pharmacy where I frequently bump into people I know. Of course I'm aware that at almost 30 I should be quite comfortable with purchasing the necessary objects of being a woman, but really I'd rather my next-door neighbour NOT know all the details.
So, off I went to a store on a quiet Sunday morning and purchased everything I needed. I didn't even wince when I had to throw in a package of pads that was the EXACT SAME SIZE as the pack of newborn diapers. Afterall, I knew no one. I was humming as I grabbed the nipple cream and spent several minutes debating between Avent nursing pads vs. Medela nursing pads (I went with Avent).
I threw in the extra-strength deodorant and the anti-dandruff shampoo. I even got some lovely super-sized granny panties (notice I had to buy them cause I have none) , a few comfy bras and just for fun some Tinkerbell underwear. By the time I ended up in the toy section to grab Phat Daddy and Doodle I was quite comfortable with the contents of my buggy.
And off we went to pay.
When we got to the front cash a lovely, young cashier chatted with me as I started to put my purchases up.
It was all well and good until I got to some of the personal stuff. And then the girl looked horrified. She pointed to the box of nursing pads and asked "what are these?" I explained. She asked that of a few more things.
When she got to my super-sized package of pads she turned to me with utmost sincerity and said, "this is largest package I have ever seen!!!!" She proceeded to tell me that I could purchase thin ones these days.
Thanks. I'm 29. I've never NOT been able to purchase thin pads. So I explained to her the reason why I was buying all of this. The poor girl, who later told me she's 18, was horrified. And told me she will never have a baby.
It was pretty funny. And, I feel like I have maybe prevented at least 1 teenage pregnancy.
Friday, March 7, 2008
Paging Dr. Freud ... and a Pick Me Up
I've always had crazy dreams, and it seems this trait is passing on to my son!
Yesterday we went to pick up Doodle at daycare and his teacher was telling me that Doodle often tells them what he dreams about at naptime.
Yesterday he said to his teacher, "I had a wonderful dream today. I dreamt about naked people and firetrucks." Hmmmm ...
Any dream analysts out there? I thought that was hilarious.
I have to admit I love to hear about Doodle's dreams. When I wake him up in the morning, when he's still groggy I cuddle him and ask what he dreamt about. Some of his dreams crack me up. Last night he dreamt about his sister, whom he calls Arial. He always dreams that she is very nice and very pretty and they cuddle in his bed and tell secrets. I sware I don't feed him this stuff.
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And, on a completely different topic, I know I was sounding a little dreary this week with all the choices facing me, but ...
It's been a pretty cool week.
On Wednesday I was surprised. I had lunch with the group of people I work with (my branch? division? department?) and they gave me a really nice baby gift. It was totally unexpected, and I was touched.
Yesterday I had lunch with a good friend of mine, and it was just a really nice visit. You know the kind of familiar visit where you have a long enough friendship history where you can talk about a myriad of topics (from candle parties to grey hairs) and know that no matter what you say you won't be judged. And, then I came home and my good friend had sent me a card, just to remind me that it won't be much longer now. It meant a lot to me, and also reminded me that sometimes unexpected gestures mean so much.
And today ... my friends at work have arranged a lunchtime shower for me. I'm really excited.
And, I'm beginning to remember that there are some things that no one really cares about. If I asked any of the people who've affected me this week if it mattered to them how my baby is delivered or whether I breastfeed, I know the resounding answer would be no.
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Tonight and tomorrow we're supposed to be getting a ton more snow. It kind of sucks since I was going to go shopping for my hospital bag. But, I'm pretty sure this baby is staying put for the next few weeks (21 days to be exact) - so I'm not going to worry about it.
Yesterday we went to pick up Doodle at daycare and his teacher was telling me that Doodle often tells them what he dreams about at naptime.
Yesterday he said to his teacher, "I had a wonderful dream today. I dreamt about naked people and firetrucks." Hmmmm ...
Any dream analysts out there? I thought that was hilarious.
I have to admit I love to hear about Doodle's dreams. When I wake him up in the morning, when he's still groggy I cuddle him and ask what he dreamt about. Some of his dreams crack me up. Last night he dreamt about his sister, whom he calls Arial. He always dreams that she is very nice and very pretty and they cuddle in his bed and tell secrets. I sware I don't feed him this stuff.
----
And, on a completely different topic, I know I was sounding a little dreary this week with all the choices facing me, but ...
It's been a pretty cool week.
On Wednesday I was surprised. I had lunch with the group of people I work with (my branch? division? department?) and they gave me a really nice baby gift. It was totally unexpected, and I was touched.
Yesterday I had lunch with a good friend of mine, and it was just a really nice visit. You know the kind of familiar visit where you have a long enough friendship history where you can talk about a myriad of topics (from candle parties to grey hairs) and know that no matter what you say you won't be judged. And, then I came home and my good friend had sent me a card, just to remind me that it won't be much longer now. It meant a lot to me, and also reminded me that sometimes unexpected gestures mean so much.
And today ... my friends at work have arranged a lunchtime shower for me. I'm really excited.
And, I'm beginning to remember that there are some things that no one really cares about. If I asked any of the people who've affected me this week if it mattered to them how my baby is delivered or whether I breastfeed, I know the resounding answer would be no.
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Tonight and tomorrow we're supposed to be getting a ton more snow. It kind of sucks since I was going to go shopping for my hospital bag. But, I'm pretty sure this baby is staying put for the next few weeks (21 days to be exact) - so I'm not going to worry about it.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Questions, questions ...
Before I got pregnant this time I made a lot of decisions. There were some absolutes that I went into this pregnancy knowing:
The breastfeeding thing ties into the ppd thing. I had a hard time with it, I struggled, and I didn't get enough sleep because I was up constantly. Again, I had the support of my doctor on this. I've also been going to therapy and a social worker to monitor my mood (I'm doing well). One of the thing that came up was the issue of breastfeeding. They are recommending against it because I have a tendency to demand perfection of myself, and because of the sleep issue. Phat Daddy is fully on board with skipping nursing in favour of formula. And, though I certainly won't say we are wealthy, the cost of formula is not nearly as crippling for us as it would have been with Doodle.
Having said all that, with less than 24 days to go in this pregnancy everything in my mind is changing and I'm flip-flopping on all of my decisions.
First of all the c-section issue. At this point the baby is average size. If I were to go into labour at 37 weeks she'd be 6.5 lbs. So, not quite as bad as Doodle (8lb 9 oz and born at 37 weeks). My ob is suggesting that if I go into labour before the scheduled section that I see how the birth progesses before going straight to a section (still an option). The thing is, as much as this idea terrified me several months, even weeks, ago at this point I'm kind of wishing I would just go into labour early so we can see. I'm totally questioning my choice.
And then there is the breastfeeding issue. I know myself. I know that if I start I will be determined to win the breastfeeding battle. I hate giving up. I'm unbelieveably stubborn sometimes. My psychiatrist said that in her mind this is setting myself up for failure. And, if I go straight for formula I will be setting myself up for success. I totally get this. And, I totally see where she is coming from. But ... I also feel like I'm potentially depriving my child of something because I'm being lazy. It's a horrible feeling. But, then, if the struggle with breastfeeding pushes me into a depression then I will be depriving my child of love and affection.
What I know for sure is that I really really want to bond with my child. With Doodle I did not bond for quite a long time. I'm not sure why. I didn't try nursing for more than a day. It was a very strange beginning.
I think I'm driving people crazy with my constant debating. My bff is a midwife, and I keep asking her questions. Convenient, but it's not like she has anymore answers than anyone else. So much of it is up to me, and it's so hard to make these decisions. I want someone to tell me what to do.
Both my doctor and psychiatrist have told me that there is no crystal ball where they can tell me absolutes. Like, there's no guarantee that a natural birth won't be as difficult as last time. But, then there's no guarantee that I won't have a more difficult recovery from a c-section than I did from forceps, no matter how confident my doctor is.
Is there a solution? No. Probably not. But, if anyone has suggestions, please feel free to pass them on.
- I wanted a c-section
- I would not let forceps near me
- I was going to do everything I could to prevent post-partum depression (ppd), and have people around me aware of the signs to look out for
- I was not going to breastfeed
The breastfeeding thing ties into the ppd thing. I had a hard time with it, I struggled, and I didn't get enough sleep because I was up constantly. Again, I had the support of my doctor on this. I've also been going to therapy and a social worker to monitor my mood (I'm doing well). One of the thing that came up was the issue of breastfeeding. They are recommending against it because I have a tendency to demand perfection of myself, and because of the sleep issue. Phat Daddy is fully on board with skipping nursing in favour of formula. And, though I certainly won't say we are wealthy, the cost of formula is not nearly as crippling for us as it would have been with Doodle.
Having said all that, with less than 24 days to go in this pregnancy everything in my mind is changing and I'm flip-flopping on all of my decisions.
First of all the c-section issue. At this point the baby is average size. If I were to go into labour at 37 weeks she'd be 6.5 lbs. So, not quite as bad as Doodle (8lb 9 oz and born at 37 weeks). My ob is suggesting that if I go into labour before the scheduled section that I see how the birth progesses before going straight to a section (still an option). The thing is, as much as this idea terrified me several months, even weeks, ago at this point I'm kind of wishing I would just go into labour early so we can see. I'm totally questioning my choice.
And then there is the breastfeeding issue. I know myself. I know that if I start I will be determined to win the breastfeeding battle. I hate giving up. I'm unbelieveably stubborn sometimes. My psychiatrist said that in her mind this is setting myself up for failure. And, if I go straight for formula I will be setting myself up for success. I totally get this. And, I totally see where she is coming from. But ... I also feel like I'm potentially depriving my child of something because I'm being lazy. It's a horrible feeling. But, then, if the struggle with breastfeeding pushes me into a depression then I will be depriving my child of love and affection.
What I know for sure is that I really really want to bond with my child. With Doodle I did not bond for quite a long time. I'm not sure why. I didn't try nursing for more than a day. It was a very strange beginning.
I think I'm driving people crazy with my constant debating. My bff is a midwife, and I keep asking her questions. Convenient, but it's not like she has anymore answers than anyone else. So much of it is up to me, and it's so hard to make these decisions. I want someone to tell me what to do.
Both my doctor and psychiatrist have told me that there is no crystal ball where they can tell me absolutes. Like, there's no guarantee that a natural birth won't be as difficult as last time. But, then there's no guarantee that I won't have a more difficult recovery from a c-section than I did from forceps, no matter how confident my doctor is.
Is there a solution? No. Probably not. But, if anyone has suggestions, please feel free to pass them on.
Counting Down and Losing our Minds
I have 9 days left of work.
That means 18 more GO Train trips (I'm guessing at least 7 will involve delays).
That means figuring out 8 more outfits that actually fit me - since I'm already dressed today.
That means I will probably finish reading the book I'm reading right now (The Other Boleyn Girl - good but slow) and still have time to read another.
That means I have a few lunches out with friends and colleagues.
And it means cleaning out my office, a task that I started yesterday and will take forever to complete.
And, in the insanity that is these last few days I'm getting lazier and lazier. Mornings tend to be difficult trying to get Doodle up, fed, dressed and out the door by about 7am. We've come up with some inventive ways to make the mornings just a little easier.
My current favourite - getting Doodle dressed the night before so that we don't have to have the getting dressed argument in the morning. Genius or Crazy? You'd be right if you said I'm losing my mind.
Phat Daddy just rolls his eyes when I do stuff like that. But he knows better than to suggest an alternative.
Know why else I'm losing my mind? I have discovered I'm on the Special K diet. They advertise it every year. It's a bowl of Special K for breakfast, a bowl of Special K for lunch and a sensible dinner. Take yesterday for example. I had a bowl of Special K for breakfast, a Lettuce Eatery Salad for lunch, and a bowl of Special K for dinner. Weird, eh?
In all honesty I'd be just as happy not to eat any dinner, but it stresses Phat Daddy out way too much, so a bowl of cereal is just fine.
And, final reason that I'm losing my mind? My posts no longer make any sense. I don't think I'll look back on these and read them cause they are a little nutty.
That means 18 more GO Train trips (I'm guessing at least 7 will involve delays).
That means figuring out 8 more outfits that actually fit me - since I'm already dressed today.
That means I will probably finish reading the book I'm reading right now (The Other Boleyn Girl - good but slow) and still have time to read another.
That means I have a few lunches out with friends and colleagues.
And it means cleaning out my office, a task that I started yesterday and will take forever to complete.
And, in the insanity that is these last few days I'm getting lazier and lazier. Mornings tend to be difficult trying to get Doodle up, fed, dressed and out the door by about 7am. We've come up with some inventive ways to make the mornings just a little easier.
My current favourite - getting Doodle dressed the night before so that we don't have to have the getting dressed argument in the morning. Genius or Crazy? You'd be right if you said I'm losing my mind.
Phat Daddy just rolls his eyes when I do stuff like that. But he knows better than to suggest an alternative.
Know why else I'm losing my mind? I have discovered I'm on the Special K diet. They advertise it every year. It's a bowl of Special K for breakfast, a bowl of Special K for lunch and a sensible dinner. Take yesterday for example. I had a bowl of Special K for breakfast, a Lettuce Eatery Salad for lunch, and a bowl of Special K for dinner. Weird, eh?
In all honesty I'd be just as happy not to eat any dinner, but it stresses Phat Daddy out way too much, so a bowl of cereal is just fine.
And, final reason that I'm losing my mind? My posts no longer make any sense. I don't think I'll look back on these and read them cause they are a little nutty.
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Shuffled Off to Buffalo
And thankfully Miss Baby did NOT make an appearance on February 29th!
Friday was a little insane. My mom and I went to the Steven and Chris show. It was fun, but when we left we were hit with blizzard-like conditions and struggled to make it to the GO train.
Though we were aiming for the 3:30 train, we made it for the 4:10 train. And then when we were sitting on it it was cancelled, so we got on the 4:30 train, and finally got home around 5:30.
So ...
when I got home, Phat Daddy, Doodle and I hopped into the van and we were off. Kind of.
We didn't even make it out of our home town when Doodle announced he needed to use the potty. I was more than happy to oblige (we had been in the car for about 45 minutes). And then we proceeded on with the slowest drive ever.
After 2.5 hours Phat Daddy made a joke that totally jinxed us ... and what happened? Three snowploughs got on the highway ahead of us. We drove at 30 km/h and got to the border in about 1 hour. It was ridiculous.
We finally got to our hotel after 10 and we ordered pizza for dinner.
Despite the frustration it was kind of fun.
And, we spent the weekend shopping, swimming, eating yummy food and hanging out as a family.
One of the great things about this weekend was watching how much fun Doodle had swimming. We know he loves the water, but he's so confident now. He was swimming back and forth between Phat Daddy and I and had a HUGE smile on his face. I loved it. A lot of the time we just kind of sat back and let him swim around doing his own thing. I love how he has the freedom to do this now. I loved swimming growing up, and still do. So I hope he continues to love it.
And, even though I didn't actually sit in the hot-tub, after all the shopping we did it was really nice to sit on the edge and stick my legs in. I would love to have a house with an indoor pool and hot tub.
I was also pleasantly surprised by some of the great deals I found. I had a few baby things left on my list that I was able to pick up at great prices. Phat Daddy stupidly left me alone in the baby section at Target ... I was good though. It's not like he tells me I can or can't buy something, but he does tend to advise. For instance, had he been standing next to me when I lost my mind over pink sparkly baby shoes I may have restrained myself, but since he wasn't there ...
It was fun.
Doodle's favourite part of visiting Buffalo is choosing cereals and junk food. We always let him see what character cereals and fruit snacks are at the stores. We usually end up with some interesting cereals. Last time we went a little crazy over the Barbie Fairytopia cereal (which was gross) but this time we mixed it up. He was fascinated by Count Chocula (I'm pretty sure we can get that here) and also Little Einsteins candy. Weird. The thing is he always wants to get all this junk food and then he tries it and hates it and my nieces eat it when they come over.
Anyway, in case you can't tell ... I'm tired.
Thanks to all the activity I've had non-stop Braxton Hicks this weekend. Ouch!
Friday was a little insane. My mom and I went to the Steven and Chris show. It was fun, but when we left we were hit with blizzard-like conditions and struggled to make it to the GO train.
Though we were aiming for the 3:30 train, we made it for the 4:10 train. And then when we were sitting on it it was cancelled, so we got on the 4:30 train, and finally got home around 5:30.
So ...
when I got home, Phat Daddy, Doodle and I hopped into the van and we were off. Kind of.
We didn't even make it out of our home town when Doodle announced he needed to use the potty. I was more than happy to oblige (we had been in the car for about 45 minutes). And then we proceeded on with the slowest drive ever.
After 2.5 hours Phat Daddy made a joke that totally jinxed us ... and what happened? Three snowploughs got on the highway ahead of us. We drove at 30 km/h and got to the border in about 1 hour. It was ridiculous.
We finally got to our hotel after 10 and we ordered pizza for dinner.
Despite the frustration it was kind of fun.
And, we spent the weekend shopping, swimming, eating yummy food and hanging out as a family.
One of the great things about this weekend was watching how much fun Doodle had swimming. We know he loves the water, but he's so confident now. He was swimming back and forth between Phat Daddy and I and had a HUGE smile on his face. I loved it. A lot of the time we just kind of sat back and let him swim around doing his own thing. I love how he has the freedom to do this now. I loved swimming growing up, and still do. So I hope he continues to love it.
And, even though I didn't actually sit in the hot-tub, after all the shopping we did it was really nice to sit on the edge and stick my legs in. I would love to have a house with an indoor pool and hot tub.
I was also pleasantly surprised by some of the great deals I found. I had a few baby things left on my list that I was able to pick up at great prices. Phat Daddy stupidly left me alone in the baby section at Target ... I was good though. It's not like he tells me I can or can't buy something, but he does tend to advise. For instance, had he been standing next to me when I lost my mind over pink sparkly baby shoes I may have restrained myself, but since he wasn't there ...
It was fun.
Doodle's favourite part of visiting Buffalo is choosing cereals and junk food. We always let him see what character cereals and fruit snacks are at the stores. We usually end up with some interesting cereals. Last time we went a little crazy over the Barbie Fairytopia cereal (which was gross) but this time we mixed it up. He was fascinated by Count Chocula (I'm pretty sure we can get that here) and also Little Einsteins candy. Weird. The thing is he always wants to get all this junk food and then he tries it and hates it and my nieces eat it when they come over.
Anyway, in case you can't tell ... I'm tired.
Thanks to all the activity I've had non-stop Braxton Hicks this weekend. Ouch!
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