Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Chad has the uncanny ability to go out and buy exactly what I am thinking of getting him for the next major holiday at exactly that time, and it wasn’t long before he came home and announced that he was looking into buying a hitch-mounted rack. So much for my great idea. To make a long story short, within a few weeks we had a hitch installed and a new bike rack mounted. Luckily, the bike shop came through with a much better deal than the car dealership could muster.
Somehow, over the past few weeks, Chad started to refer to this new hitch as my birthday present. Which offended me on two levels. Number one, what kind of man gets his wife a car accessory as a birthday present? And number two, how did this go from being my gift for him, to his gift for me? Somehow, I never wind up getting credit when I come up with a good gift idea.
There is really no point to this story, except to say thanks to Chad and his family for having a few other birthday surprises up their sleeves so that I was not left trying to act excited about having just received a new hitch for my birthday. Chad, I hope you are able to muster up some excitement over it on Father’s Day, because it’s still your gift. :)
(In case you’re wondering why I am thanking Chad’s family and not my own, it’s because birthdays seem to be done entirely different in the Robinson family… sometimes not even acknowledged. You know who you are!!)
I just ran into Mark (Cindy’s husband) at the printer, and he reported to me (after speaking with Cindy at lunch) that Liam is having another rough day today. This may interfere with my plans to catch the season 2 premiere of Lost again tonight (9 p.m. Jenn!!) if I am sitting up with him all night. Well, it could be worse… it could have been an epi I’d never seen before…
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Today is, in fact, my birthday (Jenn, you wasted no time in letting the cat out of the bag!) On this day last year, a tiny little Liam and I were puttering around the house, out for a walk, shopping downtown, and munching on a box of chocolates thoughtfully dropped off by Megan. This year, Liam is just a bit bigger, and I am at work trying to make up for the time I missed yesterday, running off-peak storage scenarios, analyzing customers’ injection patterns, and sinking deeper into the compressor fuel quagmire. The day is actually shaping up quite well, seeing as that it started out with Liam’s diaper splitting open, releasing a stream of those liquid-absorbing crystals from one end of the house to the other that I am sure we will still be cleaning up at this time next year (one more reason why I hate disposable diapers); and then for some added fun, Captain hacked up a hairball. Because, you know, if you’re going to clean up one mess, why not another one? Lucky for me, Megan came through with another box of chocolates which is already disappearing fast. (Hey, I don’t drink coffee and after a couple of sleepless nights, I need the caffeine).
I really can’t complain, because after last night’s bedtime fiasco, Liam did mostly sleep through the night (if you can count a 5 a.m. wake-up time as being normal) and seems to be in better spirits today, though still not 100%; and I did score some great birthday loot. Back in March when Chad got his new bike, I got one as well; to still make this month fun, I more recently also received a pair of Crocs, a compact camera bag, a waffle maker and a big galvanized watering can. All good stuff.
Now back to work… I don’t want to be working late today of all days.
Monday, May 29, 2006
Sunday, May 28, 2006
As much as I love Liam, part of me was wistful in seeing these kids, and suddenly I didn't want a job or a kid or a mortgage or anything other than a really late night out with a bunch of friends and no curfew (and Chad as a date. Oh, wait a minute, that didn't happen the first time around, either.) The idea of being 17 again had its advantages. After hitting the ATM, the prom-goers headed out to dinner and to get loaded, and Chad and I headed home, where I changed a dirty diaper and gave Liam a bath and read Goodnight Moon through twice before collapsing into bed exhausted. Who am I kidding? I couldn't stay up to make it to the end of a prom these days if I tried.
Today I woke up feeling much better about things, but as the day progressed, I wanted the high-school me back more and more. We went out to the lake and Liam was sullen and miserable all afternoon, and by the time we got home he was burning up and didn't want anything to eat and went to bed before 6 p.m., though he's been up a half dozen times since. I think he has a molar coming in, so I am in his room every 20 minutes with a sippy cup of cold water and the Baby Orajel. When I hold his sweaty little body and he finds comfort in the fact that I am doing so, there is no place in the world I'd rather be... but it sure would be cool if I could do it while wearing a killer dress and with a cold drink in hand.
Saturday, May 27, 2006
Friday, May 26, 2006
Today it was finally warm enough to feel like summer is here. Liam spent all day in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt; his hair was in full Afro effect from the humidity. By dinnertime he was so sticky that he spent the rest of the night topless. He reminded me of an old Calvin and Hobbes cartoon that I had to go dig out:
Thursday, May 25, 2006
My other moment of snarkiness this week came in dealing with Bloomex. I ordered flowers from them last week. Here is what the flowers were supposed to look like:
And here is the vase, which I had to buy separately from the flowers. I upgraded from the standard vase to get a hand blown art glass vase (so they called it) - which cost $12.99:Here are the flowers that were sent. They're not exact, but they're close (ugly asparagus fern aside), and I can live with that. But check out the vase:
I mean, is this not the same ugly thing you see at the dollar store all the time? Is this thing worth $12.99? I think not. After a couple of emails to the company that were (what else?) ignored, I said I was going to contact my credit card company to contest the charges. Bingo - within an hour, a refund was granted.
Moral of the story: snark works...
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Monday, May 22, 2006
Sunday, May 21, 2006
Friday, May 19, 2006
Tonight he had one of his episodes where he got so completely overtired that he went berserk, appearing as if he had just downed ten espressos in quick succession. It's at times like these that he is most likely to try something new and we weren't disappointed tonight: he let go of the dumptruck that was holding him up and took two clumsy steps toward me before crashing into a pile of books on the floor. Chad and I were both there to see it, and while part of me is overjoyed and relieved (tick that milestone off the doctor's list), part of me wants to cry and trade him in for a newer model. As luck would have it, tomorrow I get the pleasure of going to see my brand spanking new nephew for the first time, which will only reaffirm every fibre of my being telling me that he is growing up too fast. It doesn't help that Chad gives him these weird after-bath old-man combover hairdos...
(What is up with the recent succession of photos in which Liam looks miserable??)
Thursday, May 18, 2006
Luckily, the concert was well worth it. I have a split opinion of JD Fortune as the new singer for INXS. His voice and stage presence are awesome, if he's in the middle of a number. His between-song banter, however, leaves a lot to be desired. Anyway, that's probably the last time we'll see INXS; we're thinking the rest of the band will probably retire after the current tour, and live off royalties from JD as a solo artist, since he likely signed his soul away when he won their contest.
This weekend we'll also be going to Toronto to visit Liam's new little cousin Henry. My flash batteries are charging even as I speak. Prepare for baby photo overload...
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Date & time stamp: May 17th, 4:57 p.m.How do things go downhill so quickly??? (I'll tell you how... I wouldn't let him touch the camera lens, THAT'S how.)
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Monday, May 15, 2006
1. Capacity Management Administrator
2. Assistant to/Engineer/Intermediate Engineer/Senior Engineer, Storage Planning
3. Residence don, Queen's University
4. Weekend/evening office staff at Thamesview Lodge (retirement home)
Four nicknames I've been given:
Four of my favorite books I've read in the last few years.
1. Life of Pi (still don't understand it though)
2. The Kite Runner
3. Your Baby and Child
4. The Lonely Planet - Tanzania
Four places I have lived:
1. Chatham, ON
2. Kingston, ON
3. Orangeville, ON
4. Hillsburgh, ON
Four TV shows I like to watch:
2. The Office
3. Project Runway
4. The Mom Show
Four places I have been on vacation:
1. France & Switzerland
Four things I could NOT live without:
1. My camera
2. My favourite music
3. The internet
4. Lip gloss
Four of my favorite foods:
1. Peanut butter cups
3. Filet o' Fish
4. Chocolate chip cookie dough
Four places I would rather be right now:
1. At home
2. On vacation
3. Out for a walk
4. At the park with Liam
If you haven't done this before, consider yourself tagged...
Sunday, May 14, 2006
Saturday, May 13, 2006
We still had a blast at the zoo (which we wisely visited that first, rain-free day), and the aquarium. We still stuffed ourselves with deep-dish pizza and Garrett's popcorn (wow!) and Chicago-style hot dogs. We still shopped up and down the Magnificent Mile (not a bad way to spend a rainy day) and got to visit Paper Source in person, affirming its status as My Favourite Store Ever. We rode the El and Liam did well on his first airplane.
This was probably the worst weather we've had on any of our trips. The good news was that pouring rain in the city is a lot easier to deal with than pouring rain on a mountainside would be. The bad news is that pouring rain with a baby is not as easy to deal with as pouring rain for just the two of us. In addition to the rotten weather, we also had a small run of bad luck: a wheel fell off the stroller (luckily there were 8 wheels on this model rather than 4, but sorry Megan, I won't be returning it to you in one piece!) The clasp on the diaper bag broke. Our flight home was delayed an hour. Little things that, while we enjoyed ourselves, make it good to be home again, too. We definitely hope to go back sometime; Chad is already trying to have his conference moved from May to September, so he can be wined and dined at a Bears game rather than the Cubs...
PS - yes, that's Liam checking himself out in the BHG Baby issue at Borders! Page 151.
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Last night I asked Cindy about the 'uh oh' that is all we seem to hear these days. As it turns out, it wasn't Cindy who said that when Liam fell - it was the other kids. At least we were right in thinking that he picked it up at daycare. Also speaking of daycare, I've mentioned how Liam has lost his morning appetite so that he can better partake of the snacks at Cindy's, right? This thought was confirmed to me when I read yesterday's entry in Liam's log book. For his morning snack he had a whole waffle, a whole banana, Cheerios, strawberries, and a glass of milk. I'm thinking maybe he is just so over the baby cereal thing. Maybe it's time to add some Eggos to our grocery list.
Monday, May 08, 2006
Anyhow, my favourite character on The Office would have to be Dwight Schrute: And if you have worked in an office, you know Dwight's type - the freaky, tattle-taleing, brownnosing loser. On last week's episode the company was taking photos for ID badges, and Dwight made a comment about refusing to smile for the picture because in the monkey world, to show your teeth is to show weakness. Or something to that effect. (Then Jim printed the ID badge for "Dwight Fart Schrute" instead of "Dwight Kurt Schrute", and laminated the 2x4 inch badge in a sheet of plastic that must have been at least two feet square - it was hilarious, I tell you!) Suddenly I flashed back to a phone call I had just received from Deanna, during which she said she had gone back in blog history to try to find a photo of Liam smiling and had come up nearly empty-handed.
Suddenly I panicked.
Liam is Dwight.
They even look the same. (Except that Liam's hair is cooler.)
Good thing we caught it in time. We can chart a different course for Liam. I hope it's not too late.
Sunday, May 07, 2006
Saturday, May 06, 2006
I would love to have a before shot for you, and had planned to take one, but while Liam and I were out riding bikes on Thursday night with Jeannine and Autum, Chad decided to get started early and chopped down the whole hedge, unbeknownst to me. So much for my 'before'. This is the only surviving before shot of our house: the real estate agent's photo, circa 2001. Try to envision this landscaping, but add another 5 years' worth of insanely-paced growth to the hedge, and a Tower of Pisa-esque look to the browned and crumbling juniper. Ah yes, and the Japanese maple died two summers ago. Overall: not much worth salvaging.
Did we do the work ourselves? Chad bagged up the old mulch and got trigger happy with the yews, but we hired landscapers to do the rest. For dinner on Friday night, we went out. Isn't that what you're always supposed to do after a long, hard day of yard work? No matter who does it? :)
The next challenge: fixing that bottom step. Chad has logged hours of phone calls to masons and cement specialists... most of whom either refuse to return his calls, or who book appointments with us and then refuse to show up. We're working on it...
Friday, May 05, 2006
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Monday, May 01, 2006
Two things surprised me about doing this work. Number one, I was surprised by how much I was able to accomplish in a relatively short amount of time (working on things only while Liam was napping). Number two, I was surprised by how much I enjoyed it. Even the weeding, which is typically my most-dreaded outdoor chore, was fun. It occurred to me, as I was having too much fun excavating thistle roots that went at least six inches deep, how much I missed my garden last year; how I loved those early months with Liam, but how having time for the garden again this year is going to be good for me. Not to mention how good it’s going to be for Chad, who I think was close to abandoning any hope that the time and money we’d spent on backyard landscaping after we moved in was worthwhile.
Which brings me to a new tenet of this mothering thing, which I knew was going to be inevitable sooner or later, but I admit I was expecting it later rather than sooner: remembering me. Making time for myself and for things I like to do, regardless of Liam. It’s wonderful to try to work my interests around his schedule, but it’s not always possible; and now that he is a bit older, a bit more independent, I’m starting to feel better about spending more time tending to myself. I will still try to work weeding sessions to coincide with his naps, though I hope the day comes soon when he can be outside puttering around the yard with me. But along the same vein, I am thinking of returning to my Monday night Pump class. I miss it. I was at the gym on Friday morning while a Pump class was taking place, and I was watching through the aerobics studio windows and realized how much I missed going. The morning classes’ timing doesn’t work for me, but I am thinking of going back one night a week, something that will still let me be around for dinner time and maybe (if I really shake a leg) even let me catch some cuddle time with Liam before he goes to bed. Monday nights also work well because I will be coming off my weekend fix of spending time with him. Now if only I could rope Megan into going with me instead of trying her new class for the next couple of months… it might almost be a sure thing. :)