Monday, December 31, 2012

Saturday, December 29, 2012

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Favourites

Just been hanging out with my favourite people:

Thursday, December 20, 2012

Around town

Just regular stuff.  
Today this man (the guy on the left) climbed up a full flight of stairs on his own (so did the guy on the right, actually). What???

Friday, December 14, 2012

8 months!

Oh hello!
Yep, we really love this guy.

Monday, December 10, 2012

That's a really big baby

Today I went to a yoga class where the instructor was really pregnant. She was like earth mama goddess type pregnant. Beautiful big belly pregnant. Glowy shiny skin pregnant. It took me right back to the round belly days, and I felt really connected to her.  I hung around after class to wish her well, and I told her that I had a little baby of my own at home. She looked at me and asked me how little. I told her that hard as it is for me to believe, my little guy is eight months. "Oh," she said dismissively,  "that's a really big baby."

Well, I guess so. I guess that is exactly what he is.  And while I still feel pretty close to pregnancy and birth in my mind, I suppose that a pregnant lady feels really far away from a crawly cruise-y eight month old baby. I understand that, since it is exactly how I felt before little H came along, and it is still how I feel sometimes about parents of slightly older children, like I'm looking at them over this gulf of months and experience and oldness.


I guess I keep writing about the same things here, over and over. The days slip by, and change happens so quickly. I flounder around trying to slow it down and record it and take it in stride all at once. But what is that expression? Time flies when you are having fun.

Friday, December 7, 2012

Rep it everywhere I go

Hello YYZ! It is nice to be back. So strange to now enter Canada through the "visitors to Canada" line-up at Pearson (though bonus: it's usually faster).

Anyway.  Hmmm....

Parka, check.
Kensington market stroll, check.
Goat roti, ch-ch-check.

Oh I miss this place. Even when I'm right here, I miss it.

Monday, December 3, 2012

Update

Since the author of the book I mentioned previously bothered to find my piddly little blog and leave a comment, I should mention the name of the book that I said didn't want to name. Karen Maezen Miller's book is called Momma Zen: Walking the Crooked Path of Motherhood. I really am enjoying reading it (bonus that the essays are in appropriate lengths to read while breastfeeding), and would recommend it to any new mama.

I guess those google robots are getting pretty good.

A collection of sentences about sleep

I think at some point I said I'd stop talking about sleep here, or rather not-sleeping. Well, I'm breaking that promise a little bit here, but I think it is OK.

Sometimes I wonder whether the decaf coffee I'm drinking really is decaf. Or whether I should kick that crazy dark chocolate at night habit (addiction, really). Because the only thing worse than being woken up by your baby every 90 minutes is when you are lying awake at 2am watching your beautiful baby sleep, listening to the soft breathing of your husband, and being unable to succumb to that release yourself.

I read something nice about sleep in early motherhood however.  Here it is:
"So you lose a good bit of your precious sleep. But the most devastating loss is not the loss of sleep, it is the loss of what you thought was yours."
This is from a book by Karen Maezen Miller. I am trying to avoid mentioning the name of the book because I think it is cheesy, but it is actually a truly beautiful book. Sometimes I feel like motherhood feels to me like an ill-fitting mohair sweater. Turns out that I'm not the only one, AND that maybe some of those uncomfortable feelings just require an attitude shift to become more tolerable.

The bright side of not sleeping much these days is that I no longer really worry about getting enough sleep on any particular day, for example if we need to get up really early to get the airport. Bring it on. I never would have thought it possible to do so much with so little sleep. That is kind of cool, right?


Still, I die a little every time I hear about tender young babies sleeping through the night (though I'm really really happy for you S!). Me, I have a night crawler on my hands.

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Up and around

Things are happening fast around here. Gone are the days of hot beverages on the coffee table, and precarious piles of books with computers on top. This little man has figured it all out.

 Will crawl for spoons:
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