A bit sickly...

a bit of whining, a bit of puking, a bit of the nasty diaper thing, a bit of a cough, a bit of snot

a lot of sleeping, a lot of missed meals and snacks a whole lot of clinging

a day off tomorrow

then we shall see about Tuesday

One year ago today at Aunty Julia and Uncle Danny's wedding!

(after being in Canada for just one week)

About a year ago...a few of my favourite shots

p.s....6 weeks til March Break

Looking Up!

Can't go under it?

Well, move it.

Imagine the manly grunting noise that goes along with lifting BIG HEAVY items...

and the post-lift exultation...

 

Happiness is...a happy baby

(one more day til the weekend...can mama do it?)

Yesterday looked like this...

Today looked like this...

Things are looking up.

Tired

I'm not going to lie.  I'm tired.  Perhaps more tired than I have been at any other time since the wee one arrived.  The post MMR shot weekend of whining and sniveling (mostly Ben) and worry (mostly me) over unexplained rashes sucked the life out of me.  Dude finished the weekend with a scream fest in the car all.the.way.to.school.today...needing 20 or minutes of soothing at the babysitter's place before I could leave him and start the day...top it off with nearly an hour of school time; prior to school, my prep period and recess, trying to get past the answering machine at the flipping doctor when I should have been preparing report comments and I was fit to be tied.

Fast forward to the 30 min early leaving time today to get home in time for the doctor.  Arrived at the babysitter to find the mysterious 4 day old rash pretty much gone.  It went anyway.  As mysteriously as it appeared.  By the time we arrived at the dr. it was reappearing a bit.

Caused by the shots?   Possibly.  Possibly not.  One thing for sure, get the dude screaming in fury and it comes back in bright red.  Now it is in his file and there are no more mandatory-ish shots for a few years so I'm going to try to relax.

and go to bed.

and hope the rash isn't back in full force tomorrow.

because if I have to call for an appointment again and waste my precious time hearing the click of that answering machine over and over and over again I may very well become a drinker.

except my speech impediment comes back when I'm drinking and 60 bucks per half hour is too rich for me (though Ben is worth it)...

A Bucket Full of Ben

One year ago right about now sweet Ben was starting his first night of sleep in his very own home in Canada.  He had slept most of the day, in a variety of positions, so I wasn't entirely hopeful...

 

  

 

  

We celebrated one year in Canada this weekend by keeping an eye on a strange little rash

 

Eating ice-cream with friends

Playing at Auntie Carol's house

and hanging out in a bucket...

 

A year

From this...

To this...

Just the Facts

Weight
12.8 kgs or 28 lbs 3.5 oz, 50th percentile on Canadian charts (100 % on VN charts)
Height
85 cm or 33and a bit inches, around 65th percentile on Canadian charts (100% on VN charts)

very sore needle hole in left thigh and not so sore needle hole in right arm

a shared slice of fresh hot pizza
and then
a great 3 piece outfit (track pants, t-shirt, sweatshirt) for 12 bucks at the consignment store
(this is not the outfit...)

followed by a 2 hour walk in the sunshine where mama basked,
completed her "things to do" list by visiting a variety of stores
and dude fell deeply into a post needle coma

presently playing in a sunbeam
making a mess

while being protected by the fierce Boomer