Pancakes!

Today is Fat Tuesday. Mardi Gras. Pancake Day!

We had pancakes for supper and it was confusing... Girl-chick did not touch her pancakes. She did gobble up the ham though.

Girl-chick finally had her birthday party. I felt it was long enough to gypp her (which is what she will feel happened even if we factor in the roller-coaster ride of illness over the last few weeks). We settled for nice boring cupcakes and basic hot dogs and fries for everyone. As 3-year-old birthday parties go, it went okay. There was a meltdown because she did not nap in the afternoon. We sent her to a timeout and let the other kids open her gifts. Incidentally, the other kids opening her gifts is what set off the meltdown.

We forgot to capture any pictures and I don't think anyone else had a camera going. Oh well.

Itchy itchy baby!

Yes, I've been remiss in even keeping my resolution of making weekly posts. It's not like anyone reads it anyway. It's more for the kids someday when we want to remind them of those special moments that may otherwise dissipate with the other mists of memory.
Tater has been itchy itchy. The eczema on her face has flared up and weeps and then get crusty. It's also been bleeding and she can't scratch her head to her satisfaction. I rub her forehead with my palsm once in a while to soothe her and she mewls with pleasure. We have an allergist appointment next Thursday and believe me, it cannot come fast enough! Girl-chick gets re-tested on the same day too so we can find out if we can challenge her with some different foods.
Tater has also been ultra-clingy. Like, I can't go upstairs without her pitching a fit. No one else can console her. No one else will try. If Daddy picks her up, she has her eyes on Mommy and her head will most likely swivel 540 degrees if I run loops around him.
Needless to say, we still have a third person in the bed. I have to admit that I love my tater in the bed still - another way for me to preserve my little baby. With girl-chick, naivete led us to believe that she had to get out of our bed or she would be in it forever. Sure, she stayed in full-time until she was about maybe 6 months old (where tater is now) and we didn't have her in her crib 100% until she was well past a year old, even now she's still welcome in our bed when she is sick or it's a weekend morning. Despite the naysayers, she loves her own bed, she respects the boundaries we have set and we enjoy the together moments we do share. If we didn't welcome the children in our bed, we wouldn't have bought a big bed.
What's happened in the last few days? Well, girl-chick is done with her antibiotics for the ear infections. The pink stuff reeks and she still drinks it down without complaint. Tater is getting better from the RSV. She still has some residual congestionbut I think we have moved on to the itchy allergy baby stage. We had a quiet Valentine's Day. Girl-chick made Daddy a card with some foam stickers. I got him a Mr Big bar while doing the groceries. Tater turned 6 months on Family Day which was also a nice quiet one. We went out to St. Hubert and met up with tater's god-parents for a late lunch. Nanny goes home tomorrow. Her help whenever she is here is always invaluable. It's just too bad she doesn't live closer.
Tater is whimpering. Gotta go.

It hardly rains...

...but it pours!

This past weekend is the fourth in a row we have had to schlepp a child to a walk-in or an emergency department. Fourth. Absolutely ridiculous.

Da Man shook his fists at the powers-that-be on Sunday as he loaded girl-chick into the car and drove to the walk-in nearby. With some foresight, I tossed him my DS but alas! girl-chick demanded to be cuddled the entire two hours they were there. Waiting. It was maggoty with kids and they were into all of Dr. Chan's toys. Girl-chick didn't want none of it. Of course alarm bells rang in my head when girl-chick opted out of a wonderful boiled dinner complete with salt meat on Saturday.

Within 6 hours of her first dose of Amoxicillin for her ears, she was back to being the chatterbox she normally is. Did I mention both her ears are rotten?? So at bedtime last night, not only was she back to the bla-bla-bla-ing, it was on a volume level we would call BUST.

Tater is still wheezy from the RSV but she's going to be that way for another week or two. We were forewarned. She's in better spirits and can sit up in a wobbly way now which is ultra cool. We've been baiting her with toys just out of reach to see what she would do. She would reach out, propped on one arm and s-t-r-e-t-c-h-e-d out as far as she could go. And then, PLOP! she would tip over. And smile. Or gurgle. Aren't kids funny that way?

Da Man woke up in a sweat the other day because he dreamt that the Tater skipped rolling over, crawling and cruising to go straight to RUNNING. I pishposhed it right away and told him he was paranoid. I also asked if part of the dream involved girl-chick skipping school and going straight to University. Sadly, he admitted to be paranoid but not delusional.

Tater's latest obsession is with lifting both legs in the air and pounding them back on the floor again. Loud. I wish I had that much ab control.

We're baaaack!

I think it's shocking. The last post was probably two weeks ago. So much for using this as a vehicle for keeping in touch with family and friends.

We've had a rough two weeks. Girl-chick's birthday party had to be postponed, originally to be moved to the same day as the Tater's baptism. Both girls were sick with nasty colds. We thought for sure that Girl-chick would be destined to emerg. We kept that at bay with religious use of her puffers and kept her home a few days while the fever ran its course.

Tater didn't fare so well. We took her to the walk-in twice and to emerg at different hospitals twice. At the QCH, they swabbed her nose with this little feathery thing and confirmed RSV. We took her in for a follow-up on Tuesday past with our wonderful ped and he said, "Ummm... you should consider taking her into CHEO." And so it began.

We took the little Tater to the children's hospital. There was a line-up! The electronic doors were jammed open by the line-up. No worries. We weren't concerned or anything. We had a note and we were only going in to get her O2 sats measured. We doodled our way along the line and watched all these kids who were not very ill at all get through the triage desk and then on to the registration waiting room where we were destined to park for a while. Five minutes after hitting the triage nurse, we were done registration, we were in our own little isolation room and someone was in the room asking about insurance coverage for a semi-private room.

There goes my day...

Tater had bronchiolitis and dehydration as a result of RSV. She was all stuffed up and barely feeding. She was sucking in air so hard we could see her rib cage with every breath. So I had to camp out there with her for a few days while they poked and prodded. I looked up at the monitors every time it jangled. I held her down every time they needed to take her temp, suction all the mucous out, listen to her breathe and find a vein for the I.V. I cuddled and rocked in a chair that should have been provided along with a tube of Prep H. I barely slept (well,they came in every two hours!) in this couch thing that folded out into a Medieval torture device. I brought my Tater home four days later.

We did make it to her baptism.

Today, she has a lingering mistrust for anyone who is not Mummy or Daddy (it was touch-and-go for him!), no one can go near her face and beware anyone with a sharp poky thing.

She'll get over it. Or she'll have lots of therapist fodder.

Happy birthday to us!

Today is girl-chick's birthday. She's been bouncing off the walls waiting for her birthday. I've been bouncing off the walls waiting for the mythical three-year-old to appear. The one that doesn't want her way. All the time. The one that complies to all requests. Most of the time.
I think mine is lost in the mail.
We did family birthday tonight with a small cake for her. And she opened all the family gifts. I haven't checked but I have been told that the little camera we got for her is already filled with some interesting pictures. I can hardly wait for her to play with the light up Crayola thing. Maybe she'll let me play with it. The rainboots and raincoat will have to wait until the snow melts.

Rub my back!

A nice new layer of snow is accumulating outside in gentle, lazy spirals. The weather is supposed to get seriously frigid towards the end of the week but all I can think of right now is the good sliding we can get out of this. We're certainly set to hit the little hill this weekend with C and his family!

Most parents will identify with this: We normally rub girl-chick's back as part of her bedtime routine. We start counting down from 10 and once we hit zero, we stop and leave the room. She's seriously anal about it too. If we forget to say zero, she demands it. Over the weekend, we've "forgotten" to rub her back probably three days in a row and had a private chuckle over how she didn't notice. Or so we thought. Last night, we were punished - she not only recounted the three missed days, she also demanded reparation in the form of DOUBLE back-rubs!

Suffice to say, we ain't forgetting again! For a while anyway...

Oh my daisies!

Well. That's another New Year's resolution gone awry and it's only the 12th day.

Things have been awfully busy here at the Dawson shack. I've had to paint out the wallbed and tidy up the basement. DH's mom is supposed to come in on Thursday night. Girl-chick is just realizing she will be leaving the terrible twos and escalating to give us more "memories". Little tater has goop streaming out of her eye and smells of rot. Ewww.

Add to that a birthday party and a baptism the following weekend - a little too much maybe?

Girl-chick has been saying "Oh my daisies" a lot lately... everything is punctuated with it as in "Dotsy fell down the stairs oh my DAYzuz" and "We left Barley at daycare oh my DAYzus". Ultra-cute. DH says it as a kiddy-approved version of OMJ. I think everyone I know in the Dawson clan says it. Something about being Newfoundlanders maybe?

Oh and the other one is: "Lord LIPTON dines..." which I think is some version of "By the Lord lifting..." that took a wrong turn down another street.

For a special treat yesterday, I baked a chocolate cake from a box mix - mostly to try it and figure out the logistics of it. Girl-chick LOVED it. We haven't had much luck finding stuff that is gluten-free AND egg-free that she would like. The Glutino chocolate cake mix was good - nice and moist. I picked up a heart-shaped pan from the dollar store to use as butterfly wings and baked in that - mental note: the middle needs to cook longer. It was incredibly moist and delicious - even DH approved and he is such a picky eater. He thinks it is good enough that we could make the whole cake from it and the other kids would go for it too. That would allay another paranoia - crumbs everywhere... eeeek! Every time we go to a birthday party, we have to either keep her away from crumbs the best we can (whilst patting the Epipen case) and fix the ensuing rash or pre-emptively dope her up with Benadryl.

Today, while the crowd is away, me and tater are going to do the marshmallow fondant and color it. With the friggin' buses still on strike, nothing else to do...

The hide-a-bed is not hiding

We have finally - technically - finished the Murphy wall-bed. When we bought this house, we did not imagine that we would have guests that would stay for much longer than a week at a time. Since the kids have been born, both my mom and his have been here for stretches as long as 3 months! Once the tater arrived, the three bedroom house became simply too small. It's always been a five-year plan to be in this townhouse, we are getting close to it but things happening around us have thrown any firm plans we had into the tornado of economic uncertainty. If it we me, I'd have us a new house in a hot second - I even have the plot of land and house design picked out. DH on the other hand is more of a remorse buyer. He's just a ray of sunshine that way.

OK. Now that the background has been laid down, his mom is coming for a visit for a month. In winter. Can you envision the same cramped quarters getting even more so? I mean, God love her, she's a good woman - I don't have a bad thing to say about my mom-in-law. I've known her since I was a teenager and she's always been good to me. But the woman needs somewhere to sleep for one month. The air mattress keeps needing air and telling a guest to kip on the floor is a bit harsh. So we built her a bed in the basement. From scratch. Bits of wood and screws. I'm very impressed with it. I'm very impressed with DH for slapping the thing together. Mind you, it's over-engineered - there are more screws in it than a happy hooker house, it's got three different types of safeties (AND a couple of child safety latches to boot!) and it's anchored to several studs in the wall.

It's all good.

My little tater

I thought I would have LOTS to say but strangely, I don't.

We have gone to C's birthday party - it was loads of fun for girl-chick and now she knows that her birthday party is next. The cake was absolutely gorgeous - three layers with buttercream fondant and Po from Kung-Fu Panda! (I'll post a pic as soon as I get one from C's mom).

Of course, this forces me to start looking into her cake and figuring out what to do. I promised myself I would as soon as things have settled down. With Christmas and Mrs Santa over, we only have little Christmas to get through and once Tuesday night rolls around and the stew is supped, the tree comes down, the furniture gets re-arranged to the way it was and the nitty-gritty of putting on a birthday party will begin. I have been planning in my head and it is time to carry out the experiments that will lead to the final result.

So, instead of yapping away and spoiling some surprises, here's a pic of my little tater.

Girl-chick glee

There's not much that happened today. We've just been to the neighbour's house for supper and then come back to plop the girls in bed. Tater is fast asleep and girl-chick is blabbing away upstairs. I think I just heard her say "I need space."

There's not much else.

I thought I'd share this photo though.

New Year, New Blog

So, the new year is upon us. I have decided to start a blog so that family and friends who choose to can read about our (almost) daily lives and catch those little nugglets of "wisdom" girl-chick (and eventually, tater) may spout. I find myself often repeating stuff girl-chick has said to others and thinking maybe she would like a record of it too - I can always whip it out in a moment of revenge 16 years or so from now.



We're just an average upper middle-class family in Kanata, a suburb Northwest of Ottawa. We do what I would presume are fairly normal things most people do. Not one of us are über-anything. My husband and I met in University about 16 years ago - teenagers with just a touch of naivetè, got married 7 years ago and have since had two offspring. Whenever possible, Dear Husband (DH) sidles away to "kill chumps" on his 360. I try to keep all the furry mammals in my zoo as clean and fed and happy as possible. Girl-chick is going on 3 going-on-36. Innocent little tater is four months old.



As of right now kids are in bed, we're down in the basement building a Murphy bed and laundry is going full-tilt. Typical day. Girl-chick is excited about going to a friend's birthday party on Saturday and we hold it against her. "If you want to go to C's birthday party on Saturday, you must ...".



And that's the start of our new year!