tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60531002011-04-21T13:44:45.703-04:00daisy was enjoying the spring sunshine when a freak snowstorm left her buried up to her petals in snowDaisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comBlogger3461100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1139935814176194392006-02-14T11:46:00.000-05:002006-02-14T11:50:14.186-05:00

Valentine's Day before we got married often meant roses sent to my office, dressing up for dinner out, nice gifts to exchange.Now it means cards exchanges between diaper changes, and a small box of chocolates (I'm still working on losing the baby weight.) We have a new roof to pay for so the gifts got cut off the list this year too.Valentine's day is for the young dating couples, not the old

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1139853366204068242006-02-13T12:55:00.000-05:002006-02-13T12:56:06.216-05:00

I can't believe they killed the cute bomb squad guy.

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1138640129802759732006-01-30T11:53:00.000-05:002006-01-30T11:55:29.816-05:00

Baby was teething: 8 teeth in one month.Baby had two colds followed by an ear infection.Baby had a diaper rash from hell: presciption cream finally cleared it up.Finally, now, things are getting back to normal.

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1136912792375100992006-01-10T12:05:00.000-05:002006-01-10T12:06:32.386-05:00

I can finally get into what used to be my 'fat day pants'. They're still a little snug, but I can button them up. Getting close to losing the last of this baby weight.I've heard them say "9 months up, 9 months down" when it comes to losing the pregnancy weight. Starting to seem true for me. Though it might have been a big faster had I not put on 5lbs over Christmas.

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1136912925550357212006-01-09T14:06:00.000-05:002006-01-10T12:08:45.550-05:00

Baby Daisy is an over-achiever. Over Christmas week she grew in four teeth, all on the bottom.This week she's growing in another four, all on the top.Why do things one at a time when you can get it over with all at once?8 teeth in one month = fussy baby. That's why I haven't posted in a while.....

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1134662441403914242005-12-15T10:56:00.000-05:002005-12-15T11:01:06.920-05:00

I've really learned that there are varying degrees of definition when it comes to words. My previous definition of the word busy still allowed me time to sit in my chair, watch the news or read the paper, and enjoy a cup of tea. Now my definition of the word rarely allows me time to drink a cup of tea while standing up. Baby Daisy has started crawling. Pretty darned good for 6 and a half months

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1133888526631037902005-12-06T11:58:00.000-05:002005-12-14T16:14:53.113-05:00

Mother-in-law (aka over-zealous grandparent #1) came to Baby Daisy's swimming lesson today to document it for posterity on her digital camera. After seeing photos of myself in a bathing suit, I have a new found motivation to lose the last few (fifteen) pounds of baby weight. Yikes!How hard will it be to lose weight over the holidays? Very! Everyone has goodies on hand and everyone is eager to

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1133887820731406552005-12-02T11:45:00.000-05:002005-12-06T11:50:20.750-05:00

I'm prone to weird coincidences.If a novel is casually mentioned in a movie or television show, chances are pretty good that I'm currently reading it.If an item goes on sale for a really good price, chances are that I bought it the day before.Many times I've looked up from reading a magazine article which mentions a particular celeb or book or product, to see that celeb/book/product on the TV

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1133887957160386812005-12-01T19:50:00.000-05:002005-12-06T11:52:37.160-05:00

It's cheaper to buy candy at Costco because you can get in in bulk; but then is it really cheaper if you just end up eating more of it because it's there in the house?

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1133888276487794812005-12-01T09:56:00.000-05:002005-12-06T11:57:56.503-05:00

I prefer to call it the Christmas Season. Holiday Season is way too P.C. for me.We've received our first Christmas card of the year. I haven't even bought mine yet. I used to be a keener. My house was decorated and clean by this time, my cards ready to go out, gifts all bought. Motherhood has changed that. My schedule is no longer my own, it's dictated by a tiny tyrant. I may have my Christmas

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1133294366285086722005-11-29T14:56:00.000-05:002005-11-29T14:59:26.296-05:00

When you're out in public, and you see a cute baby, one you do not personally know, and are compelled to speak to said baby and make funny faces.... DO NOT touch the baby's hands or face! I can't believe the number of strangers who've approached me and touched Daisy Baby's hands. Babies put their hands in their mouths! Any germs you have on your hands, (and even if you've just washed them seconds

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1133294605239281252005-11-27T18:00:00.000-05:002005-11-29T15:03:25.240-05:00

We've temporarily given up. Baby has just come through a growth spurt and then slept a little longer at night for a few days. She's also eating more solids during the day. We're hoping that's a start of a pattern. If it's not we'll reimplement the plan over Christmas holidays while Hubby's off from work for a few days. Less disruptive that way

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1132159781906364172005-11-16T11:46:00.000-05:002005-11-16T11:49:41.916-05:00

My car doesn't like the rain. When it rains, the car refuses to start. Today I had to reschedule the baby's doctor's appointment because the car wouldn't start. Baby would probably be happy about that, if she understood, as she was supposed to get her 6 month needles today. (Amazing that it's been six months already!)The tow truck driver said that VWs are notorious for not starting in damp

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1131985429522456512005-11-14T11:16:00.000-05:002005-11-14T11:23:49.536-05:00

We're working on getting Baby Daisy to sleep through the night again. She hasn't done it in a while. She is very used to eating every two or three hours, and habits are hard to break.Hubby bought a book about how to solve your child's sleep problems, which was recommended to him. Our friends concur with the advice. The only way to get her to sleep through is to stop feeding her at night. Easier

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1131726871498102182005-11-11T11:26:00.000-05:002005-11-11T11:34:31.510-05:00

I just realised that it's been more than a year since I've slept through the night. While pregnant I was up every half-an-hour to pee, now I'm up every two or three hours to feed a squalling baby. It's funny how quickly a person becomes accustomed to sleep deprivation. I've started writing things down to compensate for the memory loss. I take shortcuts when cleaning so the job is done faster so I

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1131383236880437462005-11-07T12:00:00.000-05:002005-11-07T12:08:54.650-05:00

I hate the word 'stupid'. Ask me to think of my relationship with my father as a child, and that word plays prominently. He often used the word when I'd done something I shouldn't have or made a mistake, as children do. Did rephrasing the sentence to say "that was stupid" or "don't be stupid" change the overall effect? No. To my childish ears I just heard my Dad telling me I was stupid. I

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1130868222570615252005-11-01T13:00:00.000-05:002005-11-01T13:03:42.580-05:00

Do kids not trick-or-treat anymore? We had a total of 20 kids this year.We give out good candy, but it seems every year we get fewer and fewer kids at our door. Is this the result of successful lobbying by the dental association? Are parents too afraid of poison and razorblades to let kids go out? Or do we just live on a short street that just isn't on the most efficient trick-or-treating route?

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1130776764742595552005-10-31T11:38:00.000-05:002005-10-31T11:39:24.743-05:00

Happy Hallowe'en! Don't forget to brush your teeth after snacking on the candy while you hand it out.

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1130776711932608472005-10-30T21:35:00.000-05:002005-10-31T11:40:20.693-05:00

I've started working on my first quilt. Actually it's also my first solo sewing project, unless you count hemming pants and mending as a project.I totally understand the cost of handsewn quilts seen in giftshops now. Fabric is expensive! For the tiny little stroller-sized flannet blanket I'm sewing for a friend it cost me $30 in fabric! Add to that time and thread and batting and you're looking a

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1130510665979915682005-10-29T10:42:00.000-04:002005-10-28T10:44:25.980-04:00

I'll give candy out to trick or treaters, but no, I'm not dressing the baby up. That's just too silly. She can't enjoy the day, she can't eat candy, she won't want to be kept up past her bedtime anywayThough the little costumes are cute, I'm not that into Hallowe'en and so it doesn't matter to me if her first Hallowe'en doesn't happen for another couple of years.

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1130510489402836622005-10-28T10:40:00.000-04:002005-10-28T10:41:29.403-04:00

I'm getting my first bad cold since before Baby Daisy was born. I hope she doesn't catch it! I know it's inevitable, and she'll catch her first cold eventually, but I want to postpone it as long as possible.

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1130510411398730422005-10-25T10:35:00.000-04:002005-10-28T10:40:11.400-04:00

No I'm not currently dying, but Hubby and I are playing the part of responsible adults, now that we're parents, and writing our wills. $Ouch$Depending on how complicated you want them to be, wills can run into the thousands of dollars. We're probably going a little bit towards the more expensive route in order to save taxes and probate fees. (Any money we can keep the government from taking and

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1130510124179492992005-10-21T10:31:00.000-04:002005-10-28T10:35:24.190-04:00

My attempt to do something good for my health, yoga, has left me feeling pretty yucky....I've contracted athlete's foot. Gross! I've never had it before, so it took me a while to figure out what it was, especially since it started on my fingers! Athlete's fingers. Who'd have thought. I'm considering bringing a bottle of bleach with me to the next yoga session. I'll clean my borrowed mat before

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1129651173579667882005-10-18T11:56:00.000-04:002005-10-18T11:59:33.586-04:00

More often than not, if you hear someone talking about a particular company, it's to criticize or complain, not to praise them. But I want to offer some praise.Fisher Price/Mattel is awesome! They have wonderful customer service. The mobile on Baby's "Ocean Wonders Aquarium Cradle Swing" stopped spinning and so I called them. They have, without even asking for proof of purchase, sent me a

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1129567120939278882005-10-17T12:34:00.000-04:002005-10-17T12:38:40.946-04:00

I like my alone time. I like spending time alone, doing things with no one to comment or criticise or break the silence.But I find I need less of that now that I'm a Mom (maybe that will change once Baby starts talking back.)Hubby is away this week and in the past I'd revel in it, plan out a quiet week alone, rent chick flicks. But something has changed. He's only been gone a few hours and I miss

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1129297572346532822005-10-14T09:46:00.000-04:002005-10-14T09:51:30.590-04:00

Just a tip:Draino, used to unclog drains, is corrosive (duh!). If you get it on thechrome bit around the sink drain and forget it for a while, say 8 hours, itwill erode the chrome.Hubby is so mad!

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1129212443462574882005-10-13T10:05:00.000-04:002005-10-13T10:07:38.043-04:00

Walking past a construction site yesterday I had to wonder, why are all the constructions guys middle-aged and over-weight? What happened to the cute, young, muscled bodies? Did they all go back to school now that summer is over? Makes walking past a construction site so much less fun.

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1129212334086410842005-10-13T10:04:00.000-04:002005-10-13T10:09:45.093-04:00

Sorry so long since I blogged. Baby keeps me busy. But now she's napping longer and getting into a schedule of sorts I may be able to keep my blog up to date again. No promises!

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1124971942046550572005-08-25T08:09:00.000-04:002005-08-25T08:12:22.053-04:00

Every morning at around half past five, squirrels would scamper across our roof. Thump thump thump. Thump thump thump. Then Hubby cut down a few tree branches and they haven't been able to get up there.Hubby and his Dad have spent every day this week replacing our roof. I woke up the other morning, hearing them on the roof, and thought to myself in a half-asleep daze, "Damn that's a big squirrel."

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1123683380780519752005-08-10T10:13:00.000-04:002005-08-10T10:16:20.786-04:00

At only 11 weeks old, Baby was doing a great job in sleeping through the night (between 6 to 8 hours, and once even 9 hours). But the past two nights she's changed her might and no longer does.I'm assuming she's going through a growth spurt and needs more food. I hope she's back to sleeping thru again soon. I had been used to the sleep-deprivation and it didn't bother me much, but now that I'm

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1121780555993203882005-07-19T09:41:00.000-04:002005-07-19T09:42:35.996-04:00

Why do baby clothes have pockets? What is a newborn going to keep in them?

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1118689624883394672005-06-13T15:06:00.000-04:002005-06-13T15:07:04.883-04:00

Whoever invented Gripe Water is my hero.

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1118689591047273062005-06-13T15:03:00.000-04:002005-06-13T15:06:31.053-04:00

Why is bread cut into an odd number of pieces? I've notices lately that every loaf of bread I buy for sandwiches, when I get to the end of the loaf, has one slice left over and so I can't make a whole sandwich. Did bread makers not plan ahead or is it a conspiracy to make you buy more than one loaf of bread at a time?

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1118245883335284402005-06-08T11:46:00.000-04:002005-06-08T11:58:25.516-04:00

Yes, the baby has arrived.... which is why it's been so long since my last post.I'm trying to do what everyone tells new mothers to do: ignore everything else and nap while the baby naps. Especially since Daisy Baby was born by unplanned c-section, and it's taking longer to recover than otherwise. Even now, I'm typing with one hand while cradling baby with the other as she nurses.The ultrasound

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1116265012921165522005-05-15T22:31:00.000-04:002005-06-08T11:56:40.470-04:00

Installing a car seat correctly is not as easy as it seems. Hubby and I went to the local Ford dealership to learn how to correctly install our car seat. We can't leave the hospital without one, and so we figured it was better to learn to install it correctly before baby arrived rather than later.We had bought a beautiful convertible seat, good for 5 - 60lbs. It was tricky to install in the

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1116264698323706442005-05-14T13:27:00.000-04:002005-05-16T13:31:38.326-04:00

On Thursday I woke to find that the baby has dropped. It's not that noticable to look at, my belly doesn't seem that much lower -- I was carrying low anyway -- but it certainly feels different. I have lower back pain, and TONS of pelvic pressure. I walk around all day feeling like I need to have a bowel movement. Not comfortable at all.Unfortunately this is no indicator as to how soon the baby

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1115910056617639442005-05-12T10:57:00.000-04:002005-05-12T11:01:13.826-04:00

If you hooked pregnant women up to a heat saving device, you could power whole city blocks. I'm hot. All the time. I got through the winter with a spring jacket. I haven't slept with blankets or sheets in months, while Hubby is still bundling up under the comforter. The outside temperature reached double digits a few weeks ago, and I've been miserable ever since.Add to that the occassional hot

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1115646452983546932005-05-09T09:44:00.000-04:002005-05-09T09:47:32.990-04:00

Okay, so technically I'm not really a mom yet, but this child has made her likes, dislikes, and temperament known already and I feel like a mom.I had a lovely day. Hubby spent most of the day working on the baby's room (no it's not done yet) and so my neighbours took me out for dim sum. Then in the evening Hubby's parents came over for dinner, bringing dinner with them, and they cooked it!I got

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1115646251511652982005-05-06T09:40:00.000-04:002005-05-09T09:44:11.516-04:00

My mother-in-law's work friends threw her a surprise grandmother shower. She is a lovely woman and has been waiting a long time to be a grandmother, and her coworkers know that. She was totally surprised, especially when she walked in and saw me, her daughter, and her mother-in-law there too.Grandmother showers may be some new thing, but I'd never heard of them before. It was a nice idea for this

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1115645793452839292005-05-03T09:31:00.000-04:002005-05-09T09:40:22.650-04:00

I'm feeling like a she-bear and my cub hasn't even arrived yet.My in-laws are very excited about this baby. It's their first grandchild, and because we live in the same town, they'll be able to see her often. They talk constantly about all the things they'll do with her, all the places they'll take her. My father-in-law refers to her as "his baby". My mother-in-law has bought more baby related

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1115051498527901732005-05-02T12:27:00.000-04:002005-05-02T12:31:38.526-04:00

Hubby and I went to a dinner party over the weekend. Our friends are expecting their first baby in about 5 months, and so were another couple there. Four couples and three were expecting, so the conversation naturally revolved around babies.Apparently being at eight months gestation, I was the pregnancy pro and called upon to answer all sorts of questions starting with the phrases "Is it normal

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1114801563081992112005-04-29T15:00:00.000-04:002005-04-29T15:06:03.080-04:00

Today I went to a social luncheon where I knew very few people in attendance. I'm normally fairly shy, and have a hard time with situations in which I'm expected to mingle and chat with strangers.But baby makes it easier. My belly is very prominent now, and it's very obvious that my due date is approaching. Apparently, that makes me an irresistable companion. From the moment I walked into the

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1114801185928185112005-04-27T20:52:00.000-04:002005-04-29T14:59:45.930-04:00

One of my friends, who is a nurse, told me a little while ago that I shouldn't pin my hopes on this baby being a girl, because "the only time they can say with 99.9% certainty that it's of one gender is if they see the penis. They can't be sure if it's a girl, it's only a guess."In most cases, yest I might agree with that. But... we've have four ultrasounds now. Three of the ultrasound

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1114093204507183452005-04-21T10:15:00.000-04:002005-04-21T10:21:56.500-04:00

I've done it. I've finally done it. I've gotten into his pants. Now you may be thinking, "of course you did, you're 8 months pregnant, how else did you get that way?", but I'm talking literally. I fit into Hubby's pants. The weather got very hot here on Tuesday and I've been overly warm most of the time anyway, so I needed a pair of shorts. I can't see running out to buy all kinds of summer

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1113944854983139912005-04-19T17:02:00.000-04:002005-04-19T17:07:34.983-04:00

The German Joseph Cardinal Ratzinger has been elected pope by the conclave. Frankly I'm surprised. Not because he's very much a conservative and resists reform, I expected that, but because he was in the Hitler Youth. I understand that we all make mistakes in our youth that we later regret, but in this new age of tolerance and peace-making by the Catholic Church I thought they'd avoid the scandal

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1113842428804919162005-04-18T12:39:00.000-04:002005-04-18T12:40:28.806-04:00

My best friend threw me a baby shower champagne brunch yesterday. Of course I didn't have any champagne.There were 16 guests and my sister came down (4 hour drive) with her children for the weekend too. It was a blast and I was completely overwhelmed at the vast quantity of tiny little baby items I received! Teeny tiny little baby socks, and little diaper shirts, and wee sleepers. Diapers and

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1113842296822408932005-04-16T18:34:00.000-04:002005-04-18T12:38:16.823-04:00

I've been getting very odd spam from people with really weird names. Smocks J. Chavanism sent me an ad for viagra. Madhouse P. Sauna sent me an ad for Xanax. Dialog H.Vise sent me an email titled "use only pfresosional sotfware". And Diverging V. Unbreakable offered to send me photos of Brittney Spears naked.Like I'm going ot open an email from someone with a name like that, mistaking it for an

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1113058282348391522005-04-08T22:46:00.000-04:002005-04-09T10:51:22.350-04:00

I didn't get up at 4am to watch the pope's funeral, but I did watch the replay at 7:30pm. I thought the Vatican handled it very tastefully and respectfully, especially with the inclusion of readings and prayers in many different languages. The pope touched us all and incorporating the native languages of Catholics from all over the world was a lovely way to convey that.It was however the only

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1113057982274091022005-04-07T08:41:00.000-04:002005-04-09T10:46:22.276-04:00

One of the writers in my monthly writers' group has been asked to submit her full manuscript to a publishing house. That's a huge accomplishment and I'm so proud of her. I never had any doubt that she'd be the first in our group to be published. She has the ambition and will-power to write every day and works hard on perfecting her craft.I'm also feeling a little pride in the rest of the group as

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I just got back from another ultrasound. Good news all around.My placenta has moved out of the way, so no need to schedule a c-section at this point. My baby is average size though with long legs, has a strong heart etc. We got a great picture of the face. Baby also cooperated this time. The technician said that she was 99.9% surethat it's a girl. We're happy with that, though we'd be happy with

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1112629003712681842005-04-02T16:34:00.000-05:002005-04-04T11:36:43.713-04:00

As a Catholic I am deeply grieved by the death of John Paul II. As a human my grief runs deeper still.

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Went to church early today to beat the crowds. There are two days a year when regular mass goers must arrive at church early in order to find a parking space and a seat: Christmas and Easter, the two busiest days. These are the days that people who rarely ever go to mass feel the need to prove their faith and come to church.You can recognise the occasional goers by their dress. At least at our

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Got a phone call today from the mother of a preschooler I'd been in contact with. Apparently the little one has contracted headlice and so I've been exposed. Yuck!I've never had them, and *knock on wood*, really don't want to become acquainted with them.Especially since all the research I've done so far seems to indicate that there are very few safe treatments available for pregnant women. I've

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1111950827811401152005-03-24T18:20:00.000-05:002005-03-27T14:13:47.813-05:00

I slammed my finger into a door today and bruised the bone. No swelling but it hurts to use it. Luckily I didn't hit the knuckle.Pregnancy makes you clumsy. This is only the latest in a string of clumsy episodes lately. I've stubbed my toe more times than I can count, dropped things, walked into walls, and cut myself.I hope this clumsiness goes away when the baby comes. I'd hate to drop the baby

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As I posted on Sunday, certain family members (primarily my in-laws) are convinced that this baby will come early. This is based on the fact that both Hubby and I were premature. I asked the OB today and he said that has no bearing. Premature births are not a genetic trait.That being said though, as in any pregnancy we have a 15 percent chance that baby will be early, and a 10 percent chance that

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Went to The Bay and then to Zellers today for their Baby Week sales. I picked up a few little things for baby. I don't want to buy too much because I know I'll get a lot for shower gifts, but just in case baby arrives before then I want to be prepared.I bought three little onesies and a pajama, some wash cloths, a receiving blanket, and some socks. Also a package of newborn diapers. So cute and

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Thanks to those of you who emailed wondering if my absence this week was explained by an early baby... nope, no baby yet. I'm almost at the 7 month mark and I've been very tired lately. The baby is getting bigger and heavier and I'm out of breath much of the time. I cannot get comfortable and wake several times a night (every two hours or so) to empty my bladder. My back aches. I have heart burn.

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My godson tried to convince me to swallow a toy today. So the baby would have something to play with.

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Hubby and I caught the end of the repeat airing of Oprah's largest babyshower episode this evening. When it came to the part where the labouring mom gave birth 'live', hubby was crying.And that was a baby in Kentucky we don't know. He's going to be a basket case when our little one arrives.

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Saw my OB today for my normal monthly appointment and to get the results of my Glucose Tolerance Test (routine test for gestational diabetes) back. My sugar levels were good; he said I "passed with an A+". I was a little bit worried because people keep telling me how big my belly looks. But, my uterus is exactly the size it should be for 28 weeks so I can officially tell off the people who keep

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1110215095300984882005-03-07T11:51:00.000-05:002005-03-07T12:04:55.300-05:00

When I was younger, I dated some men who would wait outside the drug store when I went into to buy maxi-pads or tampons, too embarrassed by "girly stuff" to even come inside with me.Men've come a long way baby. At least real men. Because the weather is bad and Hubby is paranoid lest I fall and miscarry our unborn child, he's asked me not to go out today. But I really need to make a run to the

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1109810132657980272005-03-02T19:31:00.000-05:002005-03-02T19:35:32.656-05:00

I got a Pier One gift certificate for Christmas, and although I love browsing through the store, the items in it really aren't my style. I've never bought anything for myself there. So when a friend's birthday came up, I used the gift certificate to buy her a gift I knew she'd love.If it considered re-gifting if you use a gift-certificate you got for Christmas to buy a gift for another person?Not

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My friend and neighbour celebrated her fortieth birthday yesterday. Her husband arranged a surprise party for her at a local Chinese restaurant. The party was a success, she was surprised! They had a few behind the scenes attempts at home to keep the secret, because she'd gotten hungry and wanted to go out to dinner earlier than the party was planned for. So after husband and father both faked

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Every family has a crazy relative. The crazy relative from my mother's side of the family visited yesterday. He's the one that wears a Cape Breton plaid tam to family reunions, dances with elderly aunts even if they're in wheel chairs, and plays practical jokes endlessly. He was also the relative that stood on the dance floor at my wedding, during my first dance with my new husband, and blew

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1109616141163866122005-02-23T13:37:00.000-05:002005-02-28T13:47:50.690-05:00

Take an Orange Crush and dump the conents of your sugar bowl into it. That's what I had to drink yesterday for my Glucose Tolerance Test, the routine test all women are recommended to take during pregnancy to rule out gestational diabetes.It tasted awful, but I managed to get it down in the time limit given. Then I had to sit in the waiting room for an hour before they took a blood test. The baby

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1109014500699924452005-02-21T14:26:00.000-05:002005-02-21T14:35:00.700-05:00

I have a Pet Peeve. I dislike it when smokers use the world as their ashtray and chuck their cigarette butts on streets, sidewalks, lawns, and roadsides. I think people who do that are guilty of littering, which to me indicates a lack of respect for the other people (and animals) who live in this world. Now, a man in British Colombia has been charged for dropping a lit cigarette to the ground and

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1109013983236700532005-02-20T14:15:00.000-05:002005-02-21T14:26:23.240-05:00

I went out with my in-laws today to play tourist with a paper doll named "Flat Stanley".Hubby's cousin who is in grade two mailed Stanley to us as part of a class project to learn about the country we live in. So we took Stanley to some of the major sites here in Ottawa and took photographs to send back with him in his little trip journal. We toured around Parliament Hill, went into the Senate

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1108667729045967182005-02-17T14:11:00.000-05:002005-02-17T14:15:29.046-05:00

My friend's two and a half year old daughter is fascinated by my ever-expanding belly. Yesterday she even lifted up my shirt to try and see the baby.Then she asked me "how did the baby get in there? did you eat him?"

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1108486424167876342005-02-15T11:50:00.000-05:002005-02-15T11:53:44.166-05:00

My OB's office has a sign on the door asking people to please remove their boots and leave them outside the door. This is a common request in snowy areas, to help preserve carpeting.I can't count the number of people who ignore that simple request. Which means those of us who do comply end up with a sock full of melted snow water. Yuck!

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Hubby took me out for a nice Valentine's dinner last night. I wore a cute maternity dress I picked up second hand. I also wore pantyhose for the first time since I started showing, not maternity pantyhose which I didn't have the foresight to buy, but regular pantyhose. They didn't quite do the trick...Shortly after I put them on, stretching them to their limits over my belly, baby kicked at them

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1108414802805556012005-02-14T15:56:00.000-05:002005-02-14T16:00:02.806-05:00

This morning when I was going through my email inbox and cleaning out old emails, I hit delete and the key stuck. It deleted the email I intended it to and then it kept going until my inbox was empty.I spent the better part of 2 hours going through 4000+ items in my deleted item folder to recover the emails I needed to keep, and those I hadn't yet answered. Note to self: go through inbox, deleted

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It's becoming trendy to not celebrate the artificial and over-commercialized holiday that is Valentine's Day. Or more accurately, it's becoming trendy to deny that you celebrate it.But we do. Hubby and I are getting dressed up tonight and going out for an overpriced dinner at a nice restaurant. Once the baby arrives we might not manage to do that for a while.He also gave me chocolates in a tacky

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1108411508909657332005-02-13T22:00:00.000-05:002005-02-14T15:09:40.623-05:00

My baby sister came to visit for the weekend. It's been a long time since we've been able to sit and have an adult conversation when we're together, since she's usually got her children with her, but this time she came alone. As much as I adore my nephew and niece, it's so nice to be able to chat with my sister without having to constantly pause the conversation to attend to children and their

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1107985192966712122005-02-09T16:35:00.000-05:002005-02-09T16:39:52.966-05:00

Happy Chinese New Year My neighbour, who was born and raised in Hong Kong, brought my baby a small red envelope of 'lucky money' today. Apparently in the Chinese culture, it's traditional to give money to children and newlyweds on Chinese New Year. My baby isn't even born yet and he/she has a few bucks in his/her piggy bank. My baby will be a rooster. Sound like a high maintenance child to me..

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My five year old niece called tonight, to ask me if she could name my baby if it is a girl. Her mother already told her that I'd probably want to name my own baby, but she insisted that it didn't hurt to ask. The name she chose is a pretty one, but it's also the name of her grandmother's best friend's dog. Even if we didn't already have names picked out, how could I tell my daughter that she

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1107651431348075342005-02-02T13:52:00.000-05:002005-02-05T20:01:35.660-05:00

Driving in my car the other day I noticed that the driver in front of me had a Jesus fish sticker on the back of his car. I've seen these many times and never thought anything of them. But when I got closer, as I attempted to pass, I noticed that this one was different. It wasn't a Jesus fish at all, but a Darwin fish. Inside the fish outline, where these stickers often contain the word Jesus

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1107199171350176732005-01-31T14:10:00.000-05:002005-01-31T14:22:07.516-05:00

My younger sister was born overseas when my military father was stationed in Germany. In those days children of military parents overseas received DND (Department of National Defence) issued birth certificates and they were valid proof of Canadian citizenship. No longer. After 9/11 Human Resources Canada has decided to not recognise these DND birth certificates as proof of Canadian citizenship,

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1107042593066129242005-01-29T18:41:00.000-05:002005-01-29T18:49:53.066-05:00

Hubby and I have been researching and making a list of all the items we'll need for when baby comes home. We haven't actually bought anything yet, but when we run out of time and in a last minute panic have to run out to the mall, we'll know which ones to buy. Today we wandered though Babies R Us and Costco and Kiddietown, and we checked out some of their baby items. "Oh you really need one of

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1106767708827058072005-01-26T14:25:00.000-05:002005-01-26T14:28:28.826-05:00

Hubby and I have been working on the nursery for the baby. Well actually we haven't started anything nursery related, we're still working on cleaning out the junk that has accumulated in the room we plan to use as the nursery. The room is filled with our computer and desk, and various books and things that have no other home. We're about halfway done, and hope to have the rest of the room

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1106247876881189862005-01-20T13:56:00.000-05:002005-01-20T14:04:36.880-05:00

Watching yesterday's Oprah I wondered, "Do Americans really think they are the only country in the world with freedom?" Oprah interviewed Senator Baraock Obama, who overcame a single-parent childhood and drug problems to get where he is today. He said something along the lines of "in no other country in the world would my story be possible." Oprah then interviewed the founder of Kinkos (I

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Had an appointment with my obstetrician today, and got my official ultrasound results back. My baby is absolutely perfect (ok, so that's a paraphrase of what the doctor actually said). I do however have a low-lying placenta. It may not be a problem, as in 97% of the cases the placenta moves up and out of the way as the uterus stretches. However in about 3% of cases the placenta moves down and

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1105913511769599932005-01-16T17:07:00.000-05:002005-01-16T17:12:15.106-05:00

Hubby and I drove into the car wash lane at our local gas station today and ended up getting trapped in the lineup for 45 minutes with no exit once we were in. No problem, nice quiet time to chat. The Mom in the Tundra in front of us took the time to clean up her vehicle, dumping cigarette ashes and other garbage on the ground beside her car, even though there was a trash can 200 yards away

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1105551964580620202005-01-12T13:41:00.000-05:002005-01-12T12:46:04.580-05:00

I am so overwhelmed by the amount of aid dollars promised to the countries affected by the Boxing Day tsunami, but I'm also concerned. I saw on the news the other day that some of the biggest donor countries, Germany, Japan, and even the United States, have horrible track records for actually following through on the full amounts of their donations. That after a short period of time, people

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1105383765900180122005-01-10T13:58:00.000-05:002005-01-10T14:02:45.900-05:00

I just found out today from an ex-coworker that another ex-coworker's wife died last week due to pregnancy complications. I don't know any of the details about what medical complications they were but it's so hard to hear. I'd met this woman a few times and really liked her, although I haven't seen her or her husband since I left work almost 2 years ago. She was only 29 years old. They also have

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1105383455320304552005-01-07T19:40:00.000-05:002005-01-10T13:57:35.320-05:00

I wrote in December about the school students who shovelled my driveway for me after a snowstorm. To thank them I wrote a letter to the editor of our local weekly newspaper and it was printed in the Christmas Eve edition. Today a friend whose children attend the same school called to tell me that the school picked up my letter and republished it in their newsletter. It's a first for me, that

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1105043513930647102005-01-06T15:29:00.000-05:002005-01-06T15:31:53.930-05:00

It's snowing like crazy here in Ottawa. The weather system that wreaked havoc all over the USA has reached us and we're expecting 25cms of snow today. I went out to get our mail, and almost fell. Scared the heck out of me! I mean, what if I had fallen on the baby????? Scary! I didn't fall though and just did a little jig at the end of the driveway trying to stay upright. I am staying indoors

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1104949578699654272005-01-05T13:23:00.000-05:002005-01-05T13:26:18.700-05:00

My abdominal muscles are nonexistant now. I am stretched tight, like a drum. It's already hard to get up from a soft chair. It hurts to cough or sneeze. I had a little coughing fit this morning and now my abs ache like they used to when I used the ab machine at the gym. Now I'm just thinking, why did I ever bother to use the ab machine at the gym... these things will never look the same again.

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During the ultrasound we were trying to coax baby to open his/her legs so we could see if it was a "he" or a "she". Then when the tech said it *might* be a girl, I couldn't help but think "We're spending all this time telling her to open her legs, but in a few short years we'll be telling her to keep her knees together."

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1104860407702786672005-01-04T13:36:00.000-05:002005-01-04T12:40:07.703-05:00

Hubby and I went in for our second ultrasound today, so I thought I’d post a little update. Baby looked pretty healthy to my untrained eyes. It was moving around all over the place and kicking me. The tech commented on how active baby was being. She pointed out the brain and the kidneys and the spine and the little heart was beating like crazy (146bpm). And the bladder and stomach even looked

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1104781091170834832005-01-03T14:33:00.000-05:002005-01-03T14:38:11.170-05:00

I just found out that a friend of mine is expecting her third child. And I am happy for her, truly. But now my pregnancy counts for nothing, because everything is every so much worse for her. That's just the kind of person she is... if you did something, she did it better. If you had an accomplishment, her accomplishment was bigger. If you had a rough day, hers was rougher. Oh well. Just one

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1104719730038823362005-01-02T21:33:00.000-05:002005-01-02T21:35:30.040-05:00

It's going to be a rough month. I just found out that the friend I babysit for won't need me to babysit this month, which also means she won't be paying me to babysit this month. Means my pockets will be a little empty... January blahs might be a little harder to take with no shopping.

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1104694923202019962004-12-31T22:36:00.000-05:002005-01-02T14:42:34.103-05:00

Hubby and I drove out of town to visit with my Dad yesterday. I miss not having him closer, even though we didn't get along so well when I was growing up, we're much closer now. Hubby's family lives here in town so we see them much more often; it takes more planning to see my Dad. Baby kicked me all the way to Dad's -- it's a fairly bumpy ride in Hubby's truck and didn't like the potholes

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1104381452269367572004-12-29T23:22:00.000-05:002004-12-29T23:37:32.270-05:00

Twice this month I've met a friend for lunch. A friend I had previously never met in person, but communicated with solely online. It's weird to meet someone you know so well, but don't know at all. For the most part conversation was easy, though with a bit of an age difference, and the different places our lives are at right now, it wasn't effortless. But it was enjoyable and I plan to continue

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1104381137734066002004-12-28T11:30:00.000-05:002004-12-29T23:32:17.733-05:00

God bless all the tsunami victims and the loved ones they left behind.

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Baby was especially active today. He/she didn't stop moving. Not sure what caused it. Perhaps all the Christmas candy I ate. Yes I know it's not healthy to eat sugary snacks when one is pregnant. My OB said it's fine in moderation, so there.

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1104185695443445182004-12-25T09:14:00.000-05:002004-12-27T17:14:55.443-05:00

Many Christmas blessings to you and yours.

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1104185573988283752004-12-24T23:58:00.000-05:002004-12-27T17:14:04.476-05:00

Hubby's Mom was born and raised in Denmark until she was a teenager, and so she still likes to celebrate Christmas the Danish way. We had a lovely dinner on Christmas Eve, complete with traditional rice pudding with strawberry topping with an almond hidden in it. Whomever found the almond won a marzipan pig. Then after dinner, we opened ALL our gifts staying up as late as it takes. The plan was

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1103815118975051082004-12-23T10:16:00.000-05:002004-12-23T10:18:38.976-05:00

On this, the busiest travel day of the year, we have freezing rain in this area. Sister-in-law is coming in from out of town today, and I'll be worried until she arrives safe and sound. If you're travelling today, drive carefully and have a Wonderful Christmas!

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1103731740172246252004-12-22T09:14:00.000-05:002004-12-23T10:16:00.550-05:00

At the last minute another person has been invited to our Christmas celebration. Sister-in-law's stepdaughter will be joining us. I have approximately 36 hours to find a gift for her, and no money left in the Christmas shopping budget. I have nothing suitable in the house with which to re-gift so I'm frantically trying to crochet a scarf before noon on Christmas Eve, which is when we go over to

Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15073289480050514600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053100.post-1103746672447399842004-12-21T21:12:00.000-05:002004-12-22T15:17:52.446-05:00

Mother-in-law bought a cute Christmas ornament at a craft sale a few weeks ago that she really loved. The pattern, a woven heart, is very scandinavian and therefore fits right in with Mother-in-law's cultural background. The colours used in the craft-sale heart don't match her colour-coordinated tree though so she didn't want to hang it up, but she brought it to me to see if I could figure out

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