My husband just sent me this article: http://www.therecord.com/living-story/3848501-class-or-crass-wedding-gift-spat-spirals-out-of-control/. I was completely appalled by the treatment the bride gave this couple. My response to my husband was: This couple obviously weren't getting married for love, but for money. When we opened our gifts I was surprised and delighted by even the smallest gift from anyone. To think they thought of us and gave their time to share our day is the real gift.
What is the world coming to when couples think that people owe them anything because they chose to get married. When we budgeted for our wedding we were not expecting any money from anyone to cover anything, we were in awe when we did receive any form of gift or cash from people. It was our day that we asked them to share in, that did not mean we expected them to pay for their meal, for their drinks, for their time being there. All it meant when we invited them was that they meant so much to us and we wanted to share our special day with them. If we couldn't invite someone it was due to our budgetary restraints and not wanting to depend on everyone coming to have to pay for their drinks or their food. Enough of my rant, sometimes I just cannot believe people in this world and their feelings of entitlement. My favourite part of our wedding day, marrying the love of my life in front of family and friends (presents were furthest from my mind).
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Being sick and caring for a baby is like being hit by a car twice in one day. Lack of sleep doubles, both because you have a fussy, sick baby who refuses to sleep in the middle of the night and it takes 2 hours to calm her around 1 am...and because you cannot sleep with your splitting headache, stuffed nose, bloated dry/wet eyes (how that is even possible is beyond me) and dry throat that you have to keep clearing. Mouth breathing at night is the worst, because your lips get all dry and the air makes your tongue and gums feel stale. By 3 am I was ready to collapse on the floor. I didn't want to disturb my husband, who was also up with the little one (as neither of us could calm her on our own), so I decided to quarantine myself on the couch. However, like the diligent and amazing husband he is, he helped situate me on the couch, made sure I took some Advil cold and sinus (wouldn't need to breastfeed the babe again until it was out of my system), set up the baby's pink pig humidifier and asked me to call if I needed anything else. In the end all his babying of me paid off, since I was able to finally drift off to sleep. I wasn't awake again until 6:15, when the little one decided it was time for all of us to get up.
Yesterday was spent trying to care for the baby and trying not to bash my head against a wall. Although, I pushed myself to take her out, as the fresh air was meant to do us both some good. The walk eased some of my headache, helped clear my nose and brought a smile to my face as the babe gurgled about everything she was seeing. Needless to say, I cannot wait to be well again, so I can take full advantage of my days with my darling little girl. Great start to the morning, woke up a little late due to another sleepless kind of night for the baby. Poor little girl is in a routine in which she wakes up at least twice a night and needs to be fed, calmed or changed. We really need to work on how to help her sleep through the night. Our first options: move her nap in the afternoon to earlier and make it shorter, make her bedtime earlier, and finally I will be sleeping with her binky for a couple nights so that it will pick up my scent (when we put it in the crib with her, if she wakes up, she should be able to get comfort from my smell on her binky). Testing this out tonight to see if any of these things ease her sleep a little bit, and help me and daddy get some much needed rest. After waking up, my husband was surprised by some gifts the little one had left out in the night, including: our favourite instagram photo of her framed for his desk at work, a personalized card from the baby (thumbprint heart on cover), a GelaSkin for his phone with a photo of the baby on it, and some big league chew (grape, his favourite). Then it was mama's task to make him breakfast and coffee, which I did with a big smile on my face. I love celebrating my husband, it's one of my favourite things to do (so I made him his favourite breakfast wrap, with his favourite Keurig coffee).
I started my morning with a bubble bath, then a delicious breakfast wrap. After the little one ate then had a looooong nap we dressed her and headed out for the day. The weather was beautiful and we thought we would see what was going on around Waterloo. Before we had left home we had read that there was an open house going on at Waterloo's Service Centre. We parked, grabbed the stroller and sauntered towards all the action. As we arrived we saw they were giving bucket rides in Waterloo North Hydro trucks to kids. We grabbed ourselves some free popcorn and moseyed on in to the Centre where we were greeted by a petting zoo, with animals from the Waterloo Park Eby Farmstead.
I try to take the little one on a walk around the neighbourhood at least once a day. Today we made it out to one of our favourite spots, a pond along a nature trail. Nora napped in the stroller and I stood watching the ducks bathe and swim about. Sometimes there are frogs croaking, but mostly the only sound is the wind in the trees and grass. It's quite peaceful, and the only other people I saw on the path were other mothers' out with their little ones. Today I got to save this little guy from being squashed on the path and re-positioned him on what I took to be a delicious looking leaf. Hopefully he grows up to be a beautiful butterfly, although I can't be sure that's what he will become, could just be a moth, but moths can be just as beautiful. The little one was asleep, so she never got to see him, but I want to teach her to do the same. I am one of those people that still stops to fling a worm off a sidewalk or escort a ladybug in my hand to a branch, and I won't kill bugs in the house (I insist on saving them and putting them outside). Maybe I'm a softy, but I can't resist helping out the little guys.
Yesterday, while out on a walk with my husband and the little one we saw a rabbit hop by our path and head towards one of the houses on our street. I stopped the stroller and pointed him out to the babe, but the stubborn rabbit wouldn't move, so to her he was invisible. After some key jingling and a little close walking he moved enough for her to catch a peak before he scooted under a bush. I love the rabbits in our neighbourhood, but then again I don't have flowers or plants for them to destroy, haha. On another note, my little baby is starting to show an appreciation for art, or at least my art. I decided to use some of the small paintings I had done, the centrepieces at my husband and my wedding, for decoration in the babe's room. Today she climbed her bookshelf to grab one of them. I grabbed her before she could get it, thoughts of her chewing paint in my mind, and she started to have a fit. I figured since I was holding her it would be OK to give her the one she wanted to see, as I could grab it if canvas headed toward mouth. But instead she looked at it, moved it around with her hand and felt the front and back of the painting. My heart swelled thinking 'she likes my art', she likes paintings, and maybe my putting this in her room will give her a start on loving some of the things mommy loves as well. If she grows up wanting to go to art gallery's and museums with me I would be on cloud 9. The best part about her looking at my paintings now, if she is harshly critiquing them I have no idea, to me it's all just oohs and ahhs. After a couple minutes, with thoughts of swallowed paint still on my mind, I took the painting away. With her little protests in my ear, I closed the door to her room and used the best distraction I know our house offers; I put her next to our cat, and she went about tugging out her hair. Poor kitty, but she sure doesn't mind putting up with the little one. P.S. The painting was purple, further proof our baby loves the colour. Welcome to my blog. These next few months, until September, I am going to try to keep regular posts about the time I am spending with my now nine month old daughter. From our adventures around the neighbourhood, to poetry, photographs, and fun stuff we get up to. This may include picnics, events in our area, the zoo, walks in the park, crafts I attempt with her or with her in mind, food I attempt to make for my husband and me, etc. I am very excited to attempt this, so wish me luck. Today we went for a nice long walk in our neighbourhood. I stopped at a pond just to listen to the wind while the babe slept comfortably in her stroller. While I could hear other things, a helicopter and builders at a house, the wind seemed to whisper to me to ignore it and just relax, sway with the reeds and the grass. A couple butterflies fluttered lazily across my path and in the pond ducks cleaned their feathers as the sun shone down on them. It was a perfect moment, and in that moment I decided I wanted to capture this time of my life for Nora to look back on and know that every minute with her was precious and fleeting. I wish I could hug our newborn little girl in my arms once again, while I love holding my nine month old baby now. It keeps amazing me how quickly life speeds up when there is someone so small and so fragile depending on you, when you want nothing more than for them to stay like that forever, to always need you most of all. |
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March 2019
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