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Can’t believe my baby girl’s 8 months already!!

No really. This time she really is 8 months. We celebrated by catching her thumb between her highchair tray and tray cover and taking a moment to actually figure out why she was screaming. Good thing it was a see-through tray or it might have taken me longer. Poor little mite.

So what can I say about my brilliant daughter?  She has two teeth, has done since about 4 1/2 months.  She is shimmying around the floor and very close to crawling.  She loves to stand on her own in her crib but is not quite ready to cruise yet.  She talks all the time, sometimes melodiously, sometimes in a screech, and sometimes she sounds a bit like a wookie.  She is in a crib now, sharing a room with her brother and sleeping quite well.  Mostly.  There are nights when she stirs every half hour or so and needs a little shush and her soother back, and then there are nights when the Rocket Scientist and I actually get to watch an entire movie uninterrupted.  She’s eating 3 solid meals a day now.  Nap times are a bit of a crapshoot but that’s not her fault so much as just having to work around the play schedule of a very active brother.

But sadly the focus on this, her 8th month is very much not on her but on her brother.  Doodle is in big boy underpants.  I was fully prepared for a minimum of 3 months to really get it off the ground with any reliability but it seems he was more prepared than I thought.  It’s been a week now and he’s gone the last two days without accidents.  He’s already started keeping his pull-ups dry at nap time and even at night.  I’m speechless.  Even pooping, which I thought would be a couple of weeks before he would be ready tackle, seemed to turn a corner yesterday.  All in all I’m very encouraged.  And very worried about this being a false sense of security, so I’m not quite brave enough to go without the pull-ups at night or the protective coverings of the car seat and buggy and I’ve still packed 2 changes of clothes for our outing today.

And for anyone keeping score, she was actually 8 months 3 days ago.  I really did start this then.


I’m a Winner!!

Okay, so it was a while ago, but still.  I was really hoping I would win this one.  I don’t often respond even though I always check out the prompt.  And this one, I felt needed a shot of reality.  Or at least my reality.  Everyone else’s responses seemed so, cerebral.  I won on August 10th (only just noticed) for the prompt of Books (what would the books on your shelves say if they could talk).  And if you don’t know what I’m talking about, go check out CBeth’s fun little daily creativity shot.  I won on this day.

And in other news.  Did I mention I need an iPad?  I think I did.  Did I mention why?  Of course I did.  And for further evidence I submit to you my absence of…12 whole days.  …   Is that all?  It feels like longer.  I was pretty sure I was going to go look and it would be like a month and a half.  It’s very strange, the passage of time.  It seems like it took only a few days for ZuZu to get to ‘almost 3 months’ but it’s taken forever to get from that point to ‘just over 3 months’.  It’s been a very exciting time, though.  Doodle is suddenly talking a blue streak (and to think, before ZuZu came along I was voicing my concerns over his lack of speech to our Health Visitor), I am able to pump and leave the house for short stretches of time, I had to pack away the first batch of ZuZu’s clothes (I will admit there were some tears shed but I won’t tell you whose they were) (okay, they were mine), The Rocket Scientist went off to Chi-town for a collaboration meeting, and Grammie came for a visit.  The Rocket Scientist is back and Grammie is still here (although she is making a short side trip this weekend to Paris to see an old friend).

I have thoroughly enjoyed having my Mum here and it made my dear husband’s absence a bit more bearable.  I love watching my kids enjoy their Grammie so much, I really hope they have as good a relationship with her as I had with mine.  It has been nice to have someone to share in all the screams for attention cries for help whining and fussing hugs and cuddles.

Oh! Other milestones: ZuZu is now rolling over and she graduated from her cocoon in our most awesome Phil & Ted’s pushchair to her own chair.

I’m still waiting for her to laugh.  I can’t wait to hear her sweet little voice laughing.

What’s that?  You can’t see her very well?  Here let me try to fix that for you:

Let’s try this again

*Please note, these events actually took place last weekend two weeks ago*

Sunday was supposed to be quite nice, high of 21, sunny intervals.  We thought we’d try the jousting again.  I was looking forward to being able to stand up to watch the show and cheer on all the cheesy ham-acting.

It was beautiful, but the sunny interval was the entire time the jousting was on and it was hot.  So I still ended up sitting most of the time, trying to hide ZuZu behind someone’s camp chair.

I was happy that Doodle got to join in on the kids parade at the beginning even if he didn’t really seem to get what there was to be excited about.

There was jousting

and sword fights,

birds of prey

and even injuries.All fake of course.
(except the birds, I think the birds were real)

And all Doodle cared about was the train.

Oh yeah, did I mention?  We shaved Doodle’s head.  I did intend to buzz it, but not quite so short.  I have to say I almost cried.  But only a little.  He’s still completely adorable.

Can’t believe my baby girl’s 6 months already!!

Okay, so she’s not really, but I figure with how long it takes me to finish posts I should start this one now.

I mean really! It’s ridiculous.  I have a draft that’s been under construction for two weeks now and it has two paragraphs and a picture.  Ridiculous.

So what’s been happening that’s kept me so busy?  Honestly?  I can’t exactly remember.  No really.  I had a friend over for lunch on Monday (Monday, mind you) and she asked me how our weekend went.  I just stared at her and blinked.  Could. not. remember.  It’s not like we just pottered around the house.  We had guests!  Friends from back in Canada that we hadn’t seen in, like, 6 years.  And we took no pictures.  It’s like ZuZu came along and we completely forgot we had a camera.  She’s going to think she’s adopted.

So what has been happening?  Let me think.  After the hellfire caves we went back for more jousting (that’s the post under construction and there are actually pictures).  Then I got food poisoning on Tuesday and spent the rest of the week looking suspiciously in food’s direction and then doing something else instead.  Let me say this, when you don’t eat but you keep producing sustenance for a growing baby, you get a little shaky.  Poor Doodle had another week of indoor activities.  Fortunately he has rediscovered his train tracks so there was something for him to do, but it was rough going.

Then of course was the weekend of guests which was very fun.  (I promise! I don’t know why I didn’t remember!)  We took them into town and got caught in a torrential downpour.  We had YO!sushi and got them lost in a Saxon Hedge Maze and wished they could have stayed with us longer.  I never realized there was such a distinct Albertan accent, especially for men.  It was like having my family in the living room with me chatting away.  Very comforting.  Hard to put into words.

Then this past week was my birthday.  I am 35.  Yeah.  Still processing how I feel about that.  It’s honestly not as bad as I expected.  Life is pretty cool right now.  And of course having a mini holiday in the middle of the week for your birthday helps to soften the blow.  My wonderful husband took us to Cardiff.  We have wanted to go there since we moved here.  We stayed a short walk from the Doctor Who exhibit and the site of the Torchwood HQ (can I just say how unimpressed I am that they’re moving the series to LA?  Really. REALLY.  Unimpressed.).

But I don’t really want to tell you all about it because I really do want to give these things their own individual posts.  I also want to write out ZuZu’s birth story and some of the things that happened during my long silence.  Lot’s of good stuff happened.  My mom came over for 3 weeks at Christmas, we spent two weeks in South Africa, Doodle turned two, Jeff’s parents came over for a month.  And it’s not just because I think you’re all out there dying to know all about our various comings and goings.  It’s because I want to remember.  Or if not remember, be able to read about all the things I don’t remember.  When I was moving this blog over from blogspot, I went through my old posts to make sure everything was working right (I know there are glitches I’m just not entirely sure what to do about them yet), I read about all kinds of stuff that I don’t remember.  Like the fact that Doodle wasn’t sleeping through the night until after his first birthday.  How does one forget something like that?  I find myself wishing I’d written more about it because I don’t remember what we did, what worked, what didn’t.  What if it happens that way again?  It’ll be like starting all over.  All our experience will be lost.  That’ll suck!

So, yeah, I need to write all this stuff down just so I don’t forget, or so that I can remind myself.

Or at least believe myself even if I don’t exactly remember it.

And so that ZuZu won’t think she’s adopted.

The Hellfire Caves…oooooh

Saturday mornings, the Rocket Scientist lets me sleep in and takes Doodle grocery shopping.  This Saturday, they got an especially early start and were home by 10, which meant we still had a whole day to do whatever we wanted.  We never know what we want to do, so we turned to the internets in search of a family outing.  And came across the Hellfire Caves.  Ooooh.  The website made it look terribly exciting, there was even an underground river (which they had named Styx of course).  The caves had been around for who knows how long, but made into a kind of headquarters and meeting place for this Hellfire Club back in the 1700’s.  It sounded like a bit of adventure.

I love the whole idea of caves.  But I’m a bit claustrophobic.  It shows up at the weirdest times.  I took up swimming for exercise back in Chicago for a while, had serious issues having my face underwater.  I once had to leave a class in University because I was in the corner farthest away from the door (in a fairly small classroom) and someone got up and closed it partway through the class because people were talking just outside.  Instant panic attack.  Yet I have no trouble with elevators.  Unless they’re crammed full of people and I’m in the back corner.  I love having my pushchair now because it greatly reduces the number of people who can fit in an elevator with me.

Where were we?  Right.  Caves.  I would totally love to go spelunking if the entire concept didn’t terrify the life out of me.  So I was quite excited at the idea of some ‘safe’ caves that involved no crawling and getting stuck and possibly eaten by something that we could explore as a family.

I thought Doodle especially would find the caves a great adventure.  In fact, the Rocket Scientist and I thought we would teach him a new word on the car ride.  Adventure.  Which apparently sounds like ‘Out F#&%ing’ when a 2-year-old is trying to say it for the first time.  We of course, as good parents, laughed every time he said it patiently taught him how to say it correctly.

The entrance was cool.  A little café to the right, and then you just walk straight into the hillside:

Unfortunately that’s where the cool ended (except for the fact that it was freezing in there).  It was a bit cheesy and a bit dingy and there wasn’t really anything to do except walk in and walk out.  There were a few wax scenes that seemed a little worse for wear.

But it was a cheap day out as a family and something we don’t do every day.  What I was most disappointed in was that Doodle was not excited about it all.  The deeper we went, the more anxious he got.  There were very few lights so he often couldn’t see where he was putting his feet, only the path farther down.  By the time we got halfway through, he was in Daddy’s arms.

We hoped he’d get excited about looking at the underground river until we realized the stalactites and stalagmites were actually fake.  On our way out there was even a sign telling us they hoped we’d enjoyed learning about the caves and the Hellfire Club and their ‘simulated’ stalactites and stalagmites.  Ugh.

It wasn’t until we got to the large cave in the middle on our way out that Doodle found something he could really enjoy.  Girls.  There were a group of girls dancing around the cave and he got right in on the action.

He was even so bold as to go hang out beside them when they stopped to chat.  I know it’s a fuzzy picture, but I just had to show.  I seriously don’t know how I created such an extroverted little man.  Must be his father’s doing.

After that he had a much better time, even playing peekaboo around corners with us.

I’m just glad these things didn’t drop down from the ceiling at any point.

I’d be dealing with the nightmares until he was 20.

All in all, it was a fun family day out.

Which ZuZu completely slept through.

Jousting and Jabs

Doodle had been looking forward to Friday all week.  He didn’t exactly know it was Friday, but it was the day on his calendar with a stick figure Mamma drew picture of his friend JoM0.  Despite the chance of a drizzly day we decided to take the kids to our local palace (that’s right, we have a local palace y’all!) for a day of jousting.  There were falconry demonstrations and knights on horseback and sword fights.

We ended up  huddled under the umbrella eating Jaffa Cakes blueberries.  At least I remembered Doodle’s Jumper and the brolly or it would have been a truly miserable day.  With the hot, dry July we had I think I forgot that I was actually living in England.  I have been living in flip flops all summer and this was the first time I wished I’d worn proper shoes.

ZuZu was snug as a bug and quite enjoyed her afternoon in the fresh air.

I’m a little disturbed at how much I loved this outfit given the violently pink trousers.  But I digress.

Of course as soon as the tournament was over, it stopped raining.

Unfortunately by that time we had to rush home for ZuZu’s first round of vaccines.  They call them jabs here.  Great word.  There’s no way I’m going to be able to convince Doodle they don’t hurt when it’s time for his next rounds.  The cool thing about ZuZu’s is that we’re taking part in a study with her to see if children can get the same amount of antibodies with fewer vaccinations.  I’m very glad she’s in the group that does with less jabs but not really looking forward to the blood draws they have to do to actually check the antibodies.

Have I mentioned my daughter screams?  Like we’re lighting her on fire.  Now, I generally think I’m pretty bright, but it seems that when it comes to catching on to the fact that ZuZu is not her brother I seem to be a little slow on the uptake.  Doodle never had any reactions to his jabs shots and didn’t even seem to notice anything was happening until he was 6 months.  ZuZu on the other hand started complaining the moment the doctor touched her leg.  By the time we’d gotten through both shots, Doodle was covering his ears and the doctor was throwing things into his bag and running for the hills.  Apparently he forgot that he’d told me just a few minutes prior that they usually stick around for 15 minutes to make sure there’s no anaphylactic reaction to the vaccines.  She didn’t stop for half an hour.  And then that night, she thought she’d revisit how upset she was that I allowed her leg to be skewered by a quack to be given life-saving vaccinations.  Next time I’ll be prepared.  I’ll make sure a dear friend is celebrating a birthday.  In London.  For the whole day.