Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Blissful days

Do you ever have a day, where you lay in bed at the end of it, and feel completely, blissfully, happy?

Completely grateful for everything in your life?

Relaxed and joyful and every other positive adjective you can think of?

Well, I do. I have had many of these days this summer. I wish I could bottle all of the things these days are made of.

Like slip 'n sliding with good friends after a long day of slo-pitch. Kids and adults getting in the action.

Yep, I did it too. In my clothes. It was AWESOME. No pictures, unfortunately. Because I was the one taking pictures.

Big D and Hayden didn't partake, but were supportive and content spectators. Until Hayden got SUPER tired (it was only an hour after his regular bedtime, geez). Then it was home time.


And everyone slept like babies logs that night.

Ahhhh. I don't ever want this summer to end.







Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Routine, schmoutine.

I don't do routine. It's boring.

Sometimes I like to plan ahead, but I really like to do things off-the-cuff.

Exhibit A:
I've tried meal planning - spending an hour on Sunday to plan what we'll have for supper throughout the week, so I can buy groceries ahead of time and be more prepared each day. Because making supper is my LEAST favourite daily chore.

But I can't do it. Sure, it doesn't take much time, and I don't feel that same sense of dread starting to creep over me as the clock nears 5:00 every day. But it always seems that, no matter what I have planned for supper that day, that's not what I feel like eating. Or making.

It's almost like I am a rebellious child. "But I don't waaaaant thaat."

Except I am rebelling against myself.

Real mature, I know.

If you're more mature than me, you might want to check out some of the resources I've found that haven't yet helped me overcome my anti-meal planning ways (but I haven't lost hope yet):

The Six O'Clock Scramble (thescramble.com) - cookbooks and  an online meal planning subscription service

or this cute (free!) printable meal planner/grocery list: (from here)


Or check out some of the various meal planning pinboards on Pinterest:

Menu Planning Helpers by Orgjunkie (FYI, checking out this lovely lady's pinboards has gotten me the closest to organized that I have ever been.)

menu planning by Kelley Cowley (so glad I found this board, 'cause it led me to Kelley's other boards, which are AWESOME!)

menu planning and recipe by Melissa Jenkins

What?! You haven't heard of Pinterest? It's only the new Facebook (well, in that it is the new Internet crack. The similarities end there.)

Check it out, if you dare. You'll need an invite, which you can request from the site, or comment here and I'll send you one. But don't say I didn't warn you.

P.S. I just started a pinboard that I am kind of excited about. Exhibit B of my anti-routine tendencies. Stay tuned . . .

















Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Because someday I won't remember . . .

Kalleigh, you are nearly 3 1/2 years old. This summer, you took 2 weeks of swimming lessons and told the teacher you were 3 1/2. Since we have never told you that, I'm not sure where that came from. But it's not surprising that you think you are older than you are. Most days you act like you are 13.


Gone are the days when I loved when Chelsea was here, because the two of you would play happily and quietly for hours. Now, you play well for 45 minutes, tops, before you come running upstairs crying because "Chelsea smacked me" or "Chelsea put me in time-out" or you hurt yourself in some way. Yes, you get a hangnail and we experience a full-blown Broadway production. You are quite the little drama queen. I should clarify that while I am sure that Chelsea is not 100% innocent, most of the time you have not been smacked or put in time-out.



In the spirit of all good drama queens, you LOVE music. When a song comes on the radio, you are likely to ask, "Mommy, who sings this?" Because of you, I'm more up on Top 40 music than I have ever been in my life. Your obsession with Lady Gaga is pretty fascinating, but not surprising since you both share the drama queen spirit.

You are about 35 pounds and 38" tall. Your hair still just brushes the tops of your shoulders when it is soaking wet in the tub. When it is dry, it is still curly and cowlick-y and soft and fine and while I long for you to have a head of long, thick, luxurious hair, I think your short hair is oh-so-cute. You have asked for a ponytail "in the back!" a couple of times and it breaks my heart that most of your hair doesn't make it into the ponytail, but I do it anyway. What Kalleigh wants, Kalleigh gets.



That includes what you want to wear. 99% of the time, that means a dress. Especially this summer. Your little shoulders are brown as brown can be, despite the fact that you have been slathered with sunscreen for the last couple of months.

You don't seem to mention anything about a teenager yet, but you desperately want to turn 4. And you have since the day after your last birthday. In fact, since the day after your party, you started telling me that you wanted a princess birthday party "next year". And that you would be 4 on your next birthday. This may be the longest 12 months of your life.



You have adjusted amazingly well to having a little brother. I couldn't ask for you to be better with him. If you are awake, you want to be kissing him, cuddling him, tickling him or holding him. You bring me his bottle whether he wants it or not, you cover him up with your blanket when you think he is cold, you shake toys in his face non-stop. Daddy is always telling you to "get out of his grill!", but I know that you just can't stand to be apart from him for even a minute. I know, because I feel the same way.

Hayden, you have turned out to be such a sweet baby. For your first month of life, you were incredibly easygoing, but your sister was too, and I knew that wouldn't last. Sure enough, around 6 weeks, you stopped napping and started fussing. A lot. It was so hard to get you to sleep. It took about an hour or more of bouncing/rocking/shushing and a LOT of patience. And when I finally laid you down, you would wake right back up. Oh, that was a long month.


Around 2 1/2 months, I finally admitted to myself that you weren't getting enough milk from me, and I gave up breastfeeding. Just like your sister, you became a completely different baby. You nap regularly, going down easily and staying asleep for anywhere from 30 minutes to 3 hours at a time. You have always slept well at night, and you still always sleep for at least 6 hours in a row (occasionally 8 or 9 hours at a time). You are quick to smile, and around 2 1/2 months old, you started to giggle when we played with your lips or tickled you from toes to head. Your giggle is the sweetest sound. I can't help but grin from ear to ear and chuckle myself when I hear you.


You give me smiles every time I pick you up from your nap, and every time we change your diaper. And pretty much anyone talks to you or plays with you or smiles at you. You are such a happy baby, and there is no way I can describe how I feel about you. I didn't believe that I could love someone as much as I love Kalleigh, but here you are. And I love you more each day. My heart just swells with warmth whenever I think of you.

You LOVE your playmat and the star that plays music and lights up and changes colours. You giggle and flay about whenever you see it. You get a pretty good grip on those rings too! You are such a strong boy. You love to stand (supported, of course), and you have been rolling over, intermittently, since you were a month old. (back to front!) And you sit comfortably in the bumbo chair or propped up in the corner of the couch.


I can't wait to watch the two of you grow up and continue to change. As much as I would love you to stay little forever, I love watching you develop into the amazing kids that you are, and experiencing with you all the new things you are learning and doing. 
















Saturday, July 30, 2011

Etsy Roundup: A Peacock Obsession

This post actually combines two of my current obsessions:

and
peacocks

Since my husband is currently watching the football game, I thought I would stay up with him, and waste spend a little of my time indulging these obsessions. 
For your viewing pleasure (if your obsession is even a tenth of mine) . . . a little roundup of some peacock-inspired items from etsy sellers: 


 



 
 Majestic Peacock Wedding Collection-Wedding Invitation Set 





  


Excuse me while I wipe the drool from my chin . . . 

One of these items also represents one of my other current obsessions. Can you guess what it is?  Maybe another roundup is in order . . . 

For now, I need to go back on Etsy and buy that necklace. And consider getting married again (to my husband, of course!) so I can use those wedding invitations. Hmmmmm . . .

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Why do we buy toys?

I can't even tell how many times I have said this.

Hundreds of dollars worth of toys in our playroom. And what do our kids play with? Anything but.

Pots and pans, pens and paper, paper cups and straws . . . or, what Kalleigh has spent hours playing with over the last couple of days:


What's that? Yep, a spray bottle. What's in it? Water. Plain old H2O. Aqua purificata. (thank you Rumpelstiltskin from Shrek Forever After)

What does she do with it? Just sprays our deck and watches the patterns that emerge as the water hits the surface.

Thrilling.

And she is completely enthralled. You can tell because she is giving me the kind of smile that says, "See, no cavities!"

Why didn't I think of this sooner?

And again, I say . . .

Why do we buy toys??

Friday, June 17, 2011

Dear precious baby boy . . .

Dear Hayden,

You are my precious baby boy, and you have made this family complete. I love you more than I could ever have imagined I could love another human being. You are sweet and oh-so-cute.

HOWEVER, given that you decided to wake up this morning, eat and then stay awake for 5 hours, all the while crying inconsolably and resisting all attempts to send you to dreamland, despite the fact that all reputable sources report that "newborns stay awake no longer than 2 hours at a time", I do not like you very much right now. I am about to pull my hair out. I am at the end of my rope.

But I will bounce and shush and pat your bum until you rest.

Love Mommy

Monday, March 21, 2011

Come on . . .

Have you ever seen a product and thought, "Wow, why didn't I think of that?!"

Well, I just came across a list of products that are making me think, "Why would anyone think of that?!"

Parenting.com has just put out a list of 22 Totally Weird Baby Products


The title says it all - cologne that smells like Play-Doh? Baby toupees?

Come on . . . (but check it out, it's worth a chuckle)

Friday, March 11, 2011

Never a dull moment

I love my life, but it's never boring.

It seems that I can go a while without anything really significant or interesting happening to me; but once something DOES happen, it doesn't take long before it's followed by something else, and then something else.

I'm feeling like I'm right in the midst of one of those times when there are lots of significant/interesting things going on:

 - I'm pregnant. And along with being pregnant comes the planning for baby, the aches and pains, and the stress of trying to wrap up numerous projects at work before I go on maternity leave . . . 

 - I am currently part of an organizing committee for a ladies' night we are putting on in Warman. It's the first time we are putting this event on, and it's a lot of work. Especially since we didn't decide to go ahead with it until January, and the event itself is in April. It's going to be AMAZING - it's just a lot of work to get there.


 - We have decided to build a new house. Since we built the house we're currently living in, we always knew we'd build again, just didn't know when, exactly. But when "the perfect lot" came available in town, we jumped on it. We'll sell this house first, which should be interesting with a 3-year-old and a newborn around. I can't wait to start building. I love the process. It's extremely stressful, but satisfying.

 - I just got diagnosed with gestational diabetes. This is the only development in my life right now that I don't see as largely positive. But I am trying to see the silver lining - it's a good opportunity to improve my lifestyle, my eating and exercise habits, and start living healthier. A diabetic's diet is a good diet for anyone. And I'll have lots of help from my doctor and the diabetes educator and nutritionist I'll see next week. And luckily for me I work with many health care professionals who can help me out too.

So, needless to say, there is enough going on that I am sure I will have lots to say on this blog for a while.

I love my life. BECAUSE it's never boring.

Friday, March 4, 2011

Look at me


Starting this blog has been challenging. I started this blog months ago (at least, I registered it months ago) – and when I recently came back to start posting, I realized that I didn’t like the title. It didn’t capture what I thought I would be posting. (FYI, the old title was "Cre8ing" - something I do, but not who I am)

So I tried again. Finding a blog address and title that wasn’t already taken took some effort. I wanted something based on my name because I envision this blog being an eclectic mix of everything in my life, not just one particular aspect, like mommyhood, or marketing, or living in small town Saskatchewan.

I checked out options like “jade”, “jaded”, “jadeg” – all taken. “madebyjade” – also taken. Finally, I came up with the ingenius solution of inserting punctuation – and “made-by-jade.blogspot.com” was born.Voila!

After successfully setting up my blog, I thought it would be interesting to check out those blogs that had ‘stolen’ my potential monikers . . . 


I take an odd bit of comfort in the fact that anyone accidentally coming across these blogs would not mistake them as mine - their authors are obviously completely different people. People I may follow for a little while, out of curiosity. 

I feel a bit like a Peeping Tom or an eavesdropper. But I think I'll get over it.