Saturday, May 26, 2007

baby boobs




"baby boobs" really doesn't require any additional explanation, does it?!?

Thursday, May 24, 2007

Sticky skin and lilacs...

It's hot tonight. Hot and humid. It feels exactly how I remember summer feeling like, when I was little. I felt a wave of nostalgia as I put Hudson to sleep tonight. And it made me feel so content. Not a giddy happiness...but a calm contentment. I was nursing him in the chair in his room, his bare belly was against mine...sticky and sweaty...and he was half sleeping/half nursing...and the slightly cooler than room-temperature breeze was drifting in the window...bringing in the scent of lilacs. Instantly it brought back memories of my childhood. We never had airconditioning growing up. We took cool baths at night on hot summer nights, and it made it easier to fall asleep. But not long after...our skin would feel sticky and sweaty again. We had a lilac tree that you could smell whenever the wind blew into house. I loved that house. 20 Marquette St., Kirkland, PQ, H9H 3W8. It's been 20 years since we lived there, but we all still dream about it sometimes. Even my dad who is recovering from his aneurysm and has troubles with his memory...has recently spoken of the good times in that house. Tonight, in my hot, un-airconditioned house, my skin sticky and sweaty, the air smelling like lilacs...I watch my son sleeping...and I kinda miss the simplicity of being a kid.

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

bendy baby



who needs a teether when you've got ten free toes???

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

facebook anonymous...

the reason for my lack of posts...

"My name is Joyce...and I'm addicted to Facebook."

there isn't a lot of free time when you have a 6 month old, a father in the hospital, and lots of family members visiting...

but every chance i get...
i'll sneak onto Facebook...
and play around until Hudson's fussing gets too loud to ignore.

Audrey bought Hudson an exersaucer...
it should be renamed "Facebook Babysitter".

Wanna be my "friend"?

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

boob + poo + barf = date night!

The weather in Ottawa was pretty miserable for the better part of last week. Raining and grey. So when the sky cleared up, and the sun shined brightly on Sunday afternoon...we quickly grabbed the diaper bag, Hudson, and even Bosco, and jumped in the car. We had no end destination in mind. No set plans. We just started driving. It was sunny, we had the windows rolled down, the music on...the perfect Sunday drive. We decided to drive to a little town just outside of Ottawa. It's by the water...cute and quaint. Unfortunately, we realized that we had forgotten the stroller, so a nice, leisurely walk was out of the question (the little Raspberry is friggen heavy in his carseat). We wound up driving past this nice Italian restaurant with a nice sunny patio. Rob asked the waiter if they would mind having a dog on the patio. He said "no problem", so we parked the car and got everyone out. Since we hadn't planned this "outing", we were dressed pretty casually. And the restaurant was pretty "fine" dining. Oh well, what can you do?!? There was only one other table occupied, with two guys, one in a wheelchair (this is being mentioned because it is relevant later in my story). We sat down, tied up Bosco, perched Hudson's car seat on the table, and ordered some drinks. This was turning out to be a great evening. Our FIRST dinner at a nice restaurant since Hudson was born. Then...ow...I got my first mosquito bite of the season. But who cares...it's sunny, we're on a patio, sipping a yummy cranberry juice...when...the familiar sound...of Bosco gagging. Oh my God, our dog is throwing up on the restaurant's beautiful BRAND NEW wood patio!!! We felt so bad. I tried to clean it up by throwing my water on the pile of puke. It just made it runnier...with ice cubes floating in it. Great. We apologize to the waiter. He is so nice about it. We ask him for some paper towels so we can clean it up. He says he will hose down the patio after we leave. Rob still tries to clean some of it up...with babywipes. The best we can do with what we've got. I get mosquito bite two and three. Then Hudson doesn't want to be in his carseat anymore. So he gets to sit in papa's lap. He starts getting a little fussy, and we realize that it's about time for him to be eating too. I whisk him to the car to nurse him before our food arrives. Get to the car, get comfy in the backseat...when I realize he's done a poo. And the diaper bag is on the patio. So I get out...get the diaper bag...change him in the tiny backseat of our Honda Civic...nurse him...return to the table...where Rob's almost done his meal. I take a few bites of my very mediocre meal (so disappointing)...then get mosquito bite four and five. Then the creme-de-la-creme...the table next to us gets up to leave. Bosco sees the guy in the wheelchair and starts barking his head off at him. Our dog doesn't like things that are out of his "norm". Guy sitting at table = normal. Guy wheeling away in wheelchair = not normal = bark like crazy. We apologize to the guy. He is also so nice about it. Oh Boy it's time to leave. We ask the waiter to pack up my uneaten dinner and Rob goes into the restaurant to pay, while I wait in the car with the boys. I tell Rob not to forget my food. He comes back empty handed. And as soon as we realize...there is the waiter...walking my leftovers to our car! The customers from hell. We compensated by leaving him a 30% tip. The least we could do for someone who had to clean up our dog barf off their BRAND NEW deck!!! We laughed about our "first" date (as parents) disasters on the ride home. Rob accurately said "That's what being a family is all about".

Pukey dog, poopy hungry baby, half-eaten meals...somehow it was still a fun night...