Lately No. 6

Things around here have been pretty Boo-focused (aren’t they always?). Boo had his one-year check-up and vaccinations at the family doctor. As usual he screamed bloody murder, but didn’t have any bad reactions.

We also spent a day at the Montreal Children’s Hospital for a whole pile of appointments. It was a long day that started off badly (Mama couldn’t find any parking and swore a lot! In the end I resorted to indoor parking at Alexis Nihon Plaza for SEVENTEEN dollars. Sigh.). But the appointments went well, and we managed to fit in a little walk downtown during our lunch break. The weather was abnormally mild (I think it was over 20 degrees!) and Boo and I were out in our t-shirts. I felt I was somehow neglecting him, though, when I saw other parents bundling up their little ones in heavy jackets and – I kid you not – even a snowsuit. Seeing things like that always makes me second guess myself, but I figure I must be doing something right – the kid’s never had a cold, or an ear infection, or any major illness.*

At home we’ve been playing with new toys, and attempting to get Boo’s teeth on film. I have to assume it’ll only get easier as they come in, but here’s the very first shot I got of his lower teeth:

Boo's first toothy smile

Boo’s (fuzzy) bottom teeth. They’ve already come in a few more millimetres.

Boo on his Jeep

Boo cruising around the house on his Mega Blocks Jeep with Dada.

On Thanksgiving weekend we headed out to Kemptville to visit with my folks and to partake in their annual BIG FAMILY DINNER. When we arrived Boo immediately went to his Nana and enjoyed looking at his farm book with her:

Nana and Boo reading on the floor

Boo enjoying some quality time with Nana.

Thanksgiving Sunday was gorgeous, so we headed outside for some fresh air:

Mama and Boo

Mama and Boo take a selfie!

Riding the Kubota

I tried my hand at my dad’s new Kubota….it definitely took some getting used to. (Oh, and do you like those socks? Geez….)

Boo Boo watching the Kubota

After my so-so attempt on the Kubota my dad got on and showed off. I don’t think Boo was too impressed….but who cares? Look at those eyes!!

….back home, I had a treat I haven’t had in a LONG time:

Peanut Butter Chocolate Chip Cookies

An old favourite….peanut butter on top of President’s Choice Decadent chocolate chip cookies. And a glass of milk.

More photos from that beautiful and gorgeous day to come (my mom and I took Boo to see pumpkins!!) and from Thanksgiving. Stay tuned.

* Knock on wood.


A farewell to prudishness

When I was younger, say…in my late teens and early twenties (okay, maybe even my mid twenties*)…I was a bit of a prude. Let’s call it “conservative” for arguments’ sake. Much to my parents’ delight this resulted in my remaining a virgin for a very long time. A little less to their delight, though, is that I tended to over dress myself. Which is to say, I completely covered my figure up even though my folks (MY FOLKS!) thought I should show it off a little more.

I wore baggy corduroy or cargo pants, crew necked shirts (never ever a v-neck), and doc martens. When I dressed up, it’d be in vintage (high necked) dresses from my grandmother….and doc martens. I wanted to look nice but I did not, under any circumstances, want to draw attention to my “attributes”.

And had you suggested that I show my breasts to a complete stranger – or even worse – my dad, well I would have assumed you were on crack.

Then I had a baby.

Admittedly, by this time I was no longer a virgin (I kill me!) and I was wearing v-neck shirts. But up until baby-day I was still pretty shy about showing too much cleavage or undressing in front of most people (with the exception of my husband and probably my mom).

Mere seconds after Boo’s birth, though, there I was…legs still spread wide with a doctor and a resident or two stitching me up…and my hospital gown pulled down for some “skin to skin” contact with Boo Boo. And all I could think was “Whaaaaa….?”

Boo's first look at Mama

Just moments after Boo was born in the delivery room.

And then before I knew it, there I was in the nursery trying to get little Boo to latch on….topless. In the hospital room still trying to get Boo to latch on…topless. With each and every nurse manipulating, pushing, squeezing and trying to jam my nipple into his little tongue-tied mouth. Later that week at the CLSC breastfeeding clinic….out came my boobs. And then once again with the lactation consultant at home. Then again at St. Mary’s breastfeeding clinic.

Attempting to latch in the nursery

In the nursery, as I attempted to get Boo Boo to latch.

Boo snoozing on Mama during a little skin-to-skin contact.

At home, after a little (failed) practice latching on and some skin-to-skin.

Everyone, and I mean EVERYONE, had a full view of what I had so desperately tried to cover up for so long.

Including my dad.

The upshot, of course, is that after two-and-a-half weeks of cup feeding, and then three months using a nipple shield, Boo and I are now breastfeeding pros. He can grab and mash my nipples into his own mouth in the pitch black, without any fuss whatsoever.

And me? Well….let’s just say I’m not so worried about a little (or a lot of) cleavage anymore. Especially considering my little man will regularly grab the neck of my shirt and pull it down (seemingly just because) no matter where we are (but usually out in public).

* and my mid thirties. Ahem.


Be careful what you wish for

Not too long ago I suddenly realized Boo was growing out of most of his pants, and that he had very few pairs left that fit him – we were cycling through the same few pairs over and over again.

I happened to mention this shortage of pants to both grandmothers and I suspect the thought of their grandson going pant-less this Fall was unacceptable. They immediately got to work finding Boo some bottoms. They thrifted for pants. They bought pants for his birthday. I even got a few pairs of my brothers’ old pants, circa 1976.

And wouldn’t you know it? We’re now experiencing a pant surplus! There are jogging pants; track pants; cargo pants; jeans; corduroys; overalls; khakis; trousers…you name it, we’ve got it in abundance in red, blue, black, brown, grey and beige.


More pants

They are not, thankfully, all the exact same size. Both the labels and the physical sizes vary, so there are some that will fit Boo perfectly now, some later, and some of them much much later….or, another way to look at it, is that some will fit him well with a disposable diaper on, and others will fit with a cloth diaper on. It’s really amazing if you look just at the labels, and then compare the “same sizes” across brands, or even within brands how the variations in size are remarkable – my mother-in-law picked up a few 6-12 month pants which fit Boo Boo just fine. They’re HUGE!

Thanks ladies! (and please…no more pants for the next little while!)


I love Sesame Street (3)

Okay, so I’m starting to think I have a thing for the Muppet Alphabet Album – we’re always listening to it (and by we, I mean me because, obviously).

Here’s another great one from it – Bert is such a weirdo:

I think I spend far too much time trying to figure out what the deal is between Bert and Ernie. They’re clearly not brothers. Are they best friends? Roommates? Gay? We know they sleep in the same room (separate beds), and that Ernie will walk into the bathroom when Bert is having a bath (there’s a whole sing-a-long album built around this very event). Hmmm. What’s your take?


Friday I’m in Love: Fall Wardrobes

I’m not sure why, but I’ve always loved the Fall. Maybe it has something to do with new beginnings….or at least the idea of new beginnings. Which is strange, because of course the Fall is when nature sheds her plumage and goes dormant for the winter, which seems more of an ending than a beginning.

Unless, you’re in school, that is.

I can remember that sense of anticipation for a new school year. The feeling that this year was going to be different than all of the previous ones. That you had the opportunity to completely start over. That this year you’d finally feel like you fit in. That you’d find your new very best friend. That you’d get a boyfriend. That somehow you’d be an entirely new and improved version of yourself.

Or at least your new back-to-school wardrobe would be.

The Fall is such a great season to dress for. Cool, crisp air combined with a sun that’s still strong enough to warrant the removal of layers….and of course the leaves. They set the whole colour palette for the Fall.

I still dream of new Fall wardrobes…though as a stay at home, and now experimental work at home, mom…I don’t really need one. But if I did….this is what I’d get:


theodosia blouse | manchester tall boot | fillmore in redwood ash | sami arctic tribe lasso necklace | wool cape

And while I whooshed around (probably looking ridiculous) in my cape, I’d tote along my cute little Boo in his own – very practical and comfortable – Fall outfit:


hut print leggings | hat print sweatshirt | classic suede-like moccasin

Please tell me I’m not the only one who wants to go shopping for a whole new wardrobe every Fall…also please tell me it’s not weird that I still get excited about the idea of back-to-school shopping (don’t get me wrong…the actual back to school part of back-to-school generally stressed me out, and I don’t miss it one bit…but new clothes? And new stationery?!? Well…I guess that’s best left for another post!).