Baby Hangouts

Jana and Owen, Paula and her daughter Sulekha, and David and new baby daughter Quinn all stopped by our new place on Friday afternoon for carrot cake, chats, and a walk. It's great that pretty much everyone in our circle of friends has a baby or is expecting. Our discussions and activities certainly have changed, but we are now all in the same boat, talking about poop, sleep, and parenting. I wouldn't change it.

New Art

Loving my new print from Becca. I got the goats and have hung it in the hallway just outside our bedroom so I can take a good long look at it when I get up in the morning.

Right on, Frank. I totally relate.

Moving On

* Me and Owen on our last day at the Faversham


We've now been living in our new home for about two weeks. Although we only moved a few blocks northeast, it feels like we're in a different world. Quiet residential streets, children everywhere, shops and cafes even closer to our home.

The Faversham is where Adam and I lived together for the first time, where we got engaged, where I got pregnant, and where we brought our little Owen. I miss the old hardwood floors and glass doorknobs. I miss the little doorbell at our front door. I don't miss the noise and dust, the bathroom tiles that could never look clean after 50 years of use.

Our home on 17th Avenue is starting to feel right. Things have found their place. The dishwasher is always being used, as are the washer and dryer (hallelujah!). Owen's room is lovely, and Adam and I have our space back. Life is good.

My First Mother's Day

Now that I'm a mum, all I can say to my own mum is THANK YOU for everything you've done and continue to do. Being a parent is HARD WORK but it doesn't REALLY hit you until you become one.

Owen gave me a cute card with a gift certificate for a mani/pedi and Adam took us out for breakfast crepes around the corner from our new digs. We enjoyed a quiet family morning.

The following day, Owen and I had a visit with Auntie Alice, Grandma, Pep Pep, and Uncle Joel. Adam ran the Sun Run on Mother's Day and did really well! After a long walk for coffee, Pep Pep and Uncle Joel prepared a Mother's Day brunch for us gals and Owen. It was delicious! Both Owen and I were spoiled for our first Mother's Day: Thoughtful gifts from people who aren't my children and lots of quality family time. You can't ask for much more than that!

Hiatus

Still in the process of moving. What a lot of work. The last time I moved, I moved from my bedroom to an apartment with Adam. Needless to say, this move was very different. Owen has handled it all much better than his mother. We just got the internet back after many days. I had to learn about Sandra Bullock's adoption from the TELEVISION!!!!

Losing It

I think parents who tell other parents that their baby "slept through the night at 6 weeks old and has never had any problem sleeping through the night since then" are full of shit.

This whole "STTN" myth is making me nutso. Owen has yet to sleep more than 3.5 hours straight for about...oh, almost 12 weeks? We are going crazy over here. We've tried no solids, some solids, tanking up before bedtime, scheduled feedings, soothers, shushing, letting him fuss a bit before we tend to him, letting him fuss a lot (10 minutes seems like a lot to me) before tending to him...Nothing makes a difference. He has no teeth and isn't teething. He isn't sick. He doesn't have a fever. He's not wet. He's not cold. He's not hot.

I KNOW every baby is different. I'm not expecting some miracle baby that is put to bed at 7pm and wakes up refreshed at 7am. I don't MIND nursing once or even twice during the night. I expect to be woken up during the night, but this constant up and at 'em behaviour he exhibits is just too much at 0230. He's not a newborn anymore, either. Those books lied to me!

Adam puts him down around 7pm without any big problems but has to shush him back to sleep at least twice between 7pm and 11pm. From 11pm to 7am, it's anybody's guess what Owen will do. What is definite is that he will wake up. And whine. Oh, the whining. I don't think a bedroom of his own will make any difference anymore. On Sunday night he was up at 830, 10, 0115, 0430, 0530, 0630. Last night I fell asleep at 730pm and woke up at 1130pm to feed him, and then he decided to stay up from 0230 to 0430. I apologize for the rant. I'm just feeling so defeated today. Blah.