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A2 draws on the wall.

That wall was already ruined 5 years ago when A1 drew all over it. They can draw all they want I’ll have them paint my house when they become teenagers.

“How do you not freak out?” many ask.

Freak out? Yell? Get angry? Cry?

The world will give you real reasons for all that, but your child taking a crayon and drawing on the wall is not a reason to lose yourself.

Children will learn to read and write in school, the only thing you can ever really teach them is self-control.

If I flip out because they drew on the walls, covered the furniture in stickers or ruined the wood floors by riding tricycles in the house then how will I keep my cool when my daughter is trying to sneak in at 6 am in about 15 years or even worse, when she tells me she is pregnant before being married.

When I told my father I was pregnant before being married, he said: “Blessed art thou among women” and then he said “ I need a nap”

And blessed I was…

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Super-Chicken

I put chicken on the grocery list. Jack bought some chicken.

We threw it in the freezer. A couple of weeks later my mom came over and I was wondering what I should make for dinner.

“You have chicken in the freezer, take it out to thaw, let me do it” she said. And so she did.

That same day, she went home cooked up a storm and sent us containers of food.

That evening we ate.

The chicken stayed in the fridge.

The next day, my mother in law sent us food. So again, the chicken stayed in the fridge.

The day after that, my mother came over again.

“The chicken is still here? You can’t keep it like this. You should at least marinate it. Let me do it” and so she did.

The day after that, we went over to my mom’s for supper. Yesterday my mother in law sent food with my sister in law and today….

Today my mother came over with a container of food; she opened the fridge and said “The chicken is still here? You can’t keep it like this, you should at least sautee it, let me do it” and so she did.

It’s now 10:55 pm and I’m finally having supper while I write this post.

Chicken.

If I have so much help and I’m having supper at this time I can only imagine how the moms feel who don’t have any help at all. Today I want to congratulate these mothers for everything they do for their families, give them the recognition they deserve and let them know that THEY are supermoms.

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Being a mom means having foot injuries from stepping on these little suckers

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June 8, 2013 · 12:13 pm

Hello Titty

I can hear my phone ringing. Where is it?

Quick! I’m going to miss the call.

I get up following the sound. I listen to the right, I listen to the left. It sounds the same! Oh! It sounds like it’s coming from the toys. I start digging in the toy chest, throwing the toys over my head. A2 would’ve loved to see this, she probably would’ve thought it was a fun game and joined right in.

Suddenly the sound is now coming from behind me. What the???

I turn around; it’s on the floor somewhere. I’m on all fours at this point. I feel like a phone sniffing dog. Phone is still ringing. Ok sounds like it’s under that little hello Kitty purse. (Or hello “Titty” as A2 calls it)

Nope.

Hunh? Ohhhhh it’s IN the hello kitty purse!

I answer.

”Hello?”

I missed the call.

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Blame the Hand

There’s a thunder shower outside and A1 is holding a flash light in case the lights go out.

Earlier on I was on the computer when she came up to me, pressed on a few keys and my page was lost.

“How many times have I told you not to press on random buttons when mommy’s on the computer?”

She gave me her usual new age puppy face. Face down, eyes up, lips pinched and a little side to side rocking of motion of the head.

Are you reading this and trying the face?

“My hand did it, it wasn’t me” she said.

That answer took me back 20 years. I was 9 years old when I was sneaking around my parents’ basement. I was looking for a secret door leading to some kind of Candy Land/ Never Never Land when I came across the electric box; right under was a big red switch. I couldn’t resist, my hand just went for it. I pushed the switch off and the electricity of the entire house went out. I just stood there in the dark until my father found me. When he asked “But why?” My answer was non-other than “My Hand did it, it wasn’t me”.

I wish I could use that excuse now…

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Lost and Found Baby

Just came back from the morning school drop offs. As I was driving back home I looked back to check if 6 months old A3 had fallen asleep in her car seat only to realize she wasn’t there! My heart stopped! I pulled over with a million scenarios going through my head. Did I leave her on the side walk somewhere?

I glanced over and saw that she was sitting at the other DSC05106end of the back seat in A2’s chair! I had put her there by mistake! The weird thing is that I even took the time to actually shorten the straps to tighten them. I was clearly distracted and not in the moment.

I took the time to catch my breath and wipe the sweat of my face, and thought “wow, that was an intense second and a half!”

She seemed tightly secured and had fallen asleep, so I continued my way.

It often happens to me to be lost in my thoughts and lose touch of the moment or do things automatically out of routine.  Just this week, I got in the car to head to the mall, but instead almost reached A1’s school before I realized I had taken the wrong route and never even thought about it.

Or the time I was struggling to get a pair of pants on A1 until she said “Ma! These will never fit; they’re my little sister’s pants!”

I could go on and on…

I’m realizing that we all do this; I’ve done it my whole life. But now that I have children, this is a time that I cannot get back. They will be small only once, so I better be in the moment!

After all, this moment is the only one that is real. The past is gone and the future is still a thought and everything else is a distraction.

So enjoy the now and be grateful for everything that has allowed it.

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The Whole Truth and Nothing but the Truth

Daddy has to be at work most of the time, so that leaves me with the three little ones. Needless to say things do get out of control. Having three doesn’t even justify it, because it was the very same way when I only had one. Crayons get eaten every day, it’s part of our daily diet, a new food group. Heck, let’s be honest, toxic markers get eaten too. As for toilet water, it has become a regular cocktail. A2 went for it again today. It must be something good. Maybe I should try it too…

Don’t fight the chaos, embrace it, enjoy it and laugh!   They have a life time to be proper, and not drink toilet water or eat ladybugs. Today, they are kids and being proper, or clean for that matter, doesn’t matter to them. They live in a world where anything goes and everything is always ok. They welcome us there with open arms, but most times we’re not interested. We’re too busy thinking about the mess, the laundry piling up and the mountain of dishes sitting in the sink.  Sometimes, my sink is so full that the glassware at the bottom of it breaks.

One day, I took a few pictures of the mess. I’ll put it in my blog, I thought. You’ll never believe what happened next. Do you know why I didn’t put them up? I was actually ashamed.

“What? You know shame?” (I talk to myself sometimes, bare with me please)

But today, I’ve decided to post them. I want mothers everywhere to see that they are not alone.

Feel free to share, if you think it might encourage fellow parents.

P.S I hope I’m not shooting myself in the foot right now.

The Mess

I heard that!

We clean up, pick up everyday. Believe it or not!

I’ve never paid real close attention to this picture. I just noticed the phone that’s unhooked behind A3, no wonder I don’t get any calls.

We place A3 up there and block the passage with two foot rests to protect her from A2′s grip.

It never really worked…

You can see the overflowing sink as promised.

In the middle, you can see a card board box we turned into a house. A house with one wall!

That’s what I was doing instead of cleaning up…oh ya, that and taking pictures!

As I mentioned, those foot rests placed by A3 to keep A2 away never really worked.
I should’ve known better. A2 could climb anything by the age of 6 months.
Hmmm…. I have a picture I’ve got to find and post.

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Stepping Stones

Sometimes I get anxious just thinking about everything that I want to do. I want to do so much, yet days are so short, weeks go by so fast and years just seem to be flying by.

Sometimes I wonder, why are we given so much motivation, so much drive and so much passion, when we might never have time to answer to all of those needs within this life span.

I think about it and I quiver. I really do. My hands are shaking from it right now.

Right now, I’m just trying to tame this feeling inside me. I have young children now, and I should be focused on them. Only them. They deserve it.

“Don’t worry about it now; you have your whole life ahead of you”

Makes sense. I’m trying to convince myself of that.

How do you make it big without making your children pay the price?  Is it possible to be a great mother and have a successful career all at the same time?

I’m seeking answers.

When I seek, I usually find. But before finding, I learn, I learn a lot.

Right now I’m still learning. I’ve learned that not many will want the best for you. Not many, if any, can be really happy for you. Genuinely, honestly, transparently happy for you.

One has to be in a very peaceful and balanced mind set, to be able to truly want the best for you and help you get there. It’s not that people are bad intentioned, it’s just that, they might not be there just yet. It takes a lot to want the best for someone as much as you want it for yourself.

While seeking for answers, I have to ask questions. My questions, such as this one, expose my weaknesses. My exposed weaknesses attract predators. Such is the law of nature.

People tend to use other people as stepping stones to get to where they want to get. I don’t mind being a stepping stone as long as you will turn around, and lend a hand to pull me up, once you’re up there. There seems to be more stepping, than pulling.

Be true to yourself, don’t get distracted, focus on what you want for yourself and not what others want for you. You’re idea of success, happiness, love or wealth can differ from another’s.

Decide what you want. Then go for it. Don’t wait. Time is passing by, oh so quickly.

Baby just woke up.

Gotta go!

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Talking poop

Finally ! Some down time.

Jack is finally watching tonight’s game. It’s recorded so that he can watch it peacefully once the girls are sleeping. Last time we watched a game together, I asked too many questions and then really aggravated him when I said that the opposite team seem to be better skaters. “They glide better” I said, while our team was losing 5 to 1. Needless to say, I learned a new lesson.

Note to self: Do not say anything negative about the team during a bad game.

In fact, I should’ve stuck with simply not talking to him during the game. What was I thinking?

He was so emotional about it… jeez.

I’ve also learned that to keep our marriage happy I should only say half of the things I’m thinking to say. A less talkative me makes a much happier him.

Poor him he’s got 3 more to deal with, and they all seem to be growing up to be as talkative as me.

Today at the dinner table, A1 asked “Next time I sleep at granma’s I’m going to make cookies, do you think that’s a good idea, a bad idea, a very good idea, a very bad idea, a very very bad idea or a very very good idea?”

Waaaaaaaa? Again we just stand there without an answer. We lost you after “cookie” kid!

Last time at dinner, conversation was about Elephant Poo. “Do you think the Elephant poops this much?” A1 shows the size of a pile, “Or this much?” she show’s a bigger pile. Jack answers “Thiiiiiiiiis muuuuuuuuch!” even A2 was participating to the conversation, after all it was mostly sign language, and poo is a word she knows well.

Poo is a word we know well too. You expect to have to deal with poop when becoming a parent, but no one tells you that it will end up in your hair, on your face and under your socks at least once at some point of the process. You better wish it happens sooner than later, because the older they get, the more real their poop gets. When they’re new born and only drink milk, it barely qualifies as poop, it’s more like mud. It doesn’t even smell all that bad. But when they’re all food group eating toddlers….ooof!

I remember, a long time ago, when my grandmother was changing my bratty little brother’s poopy diaper, he wouldn’t stay put. Poor woman was left in sweats by the time she managed to get him cleaned up. She grabbed a wipe to wipe her face only to realize she had just used the dirty poopy wipe on her face.

I was 8, I laughed so hard not knowing life had similar plans reserved for me…

If someone’s ever scared you by running after you with a Kleenex containing a squished spider, a dirty diaper filled with stinking, hot S&*% is good payback.

Well, I just spent 260 words talking about crap. That’s why blogs are so great, anything goes!

I think next time I’ll write about farts. Oh! So much to say!

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Shhh! There’s a finger in the baby’s ear.

Jack’s watching the game, A1’s painting, A2’s talking in her crib and A3’s sleeping on the couch right next to me. I can hear the neighbour’s dog barking; a little one with a loud voice that barks at air, right outside A2’s window. That’s probably why she’s not sleeping.

A1 suddenly asks:

“Mom, are we poor?”

“Can you hear what I’m thinking?”

And while I stare at her with a thousand thoughts in my head, she adds “What are you looking at?”

What? I don’t know what to think. First of all, I never thought I’d have to deal with a pre-teen attitude so early on. Second of all, one question at a time. Well, I shouldn’t talk, if she’s anything like me, there’s no such thing as one at a time. Why do they only pick up our negative traits?

“Don’t run, you’ll fall!”  My father use to yell out every time I ran. If you saw the way I run you would be worried too. It’s a kind of running with inappropriate arm gestures and unequal steps. Now, that’s imprinted in my head, and every time I run, I fall.  This week as A1 was running, her godfather yelled out “Don’t run you’ll fall!”. I saw her run… like mother like daughter.

I just told A1 that it’s bed time. She yelled out “No!” with a little stomp in her foot. I can’t even get mad at her. I know I should… or shouldn’t I ? I don’t even know… She’s painting, in peace, alone, without A2 pulling on her hair and taking her things. I’ll let her be…

What’s more important, an obedient daughter or an understanding mother?

Poor A3, four months old, has seen more chaos than some people have seen in a lifetime.  Last week she got woken up by A2 pulling off her blanket and tickling her feet! “ Giddi, giddi, giddy” she said.

A1 just got up and did a tap dance.

“Shhhh your sisters are sleeping!”

I know with experience that the sound “Shhhhhhhh” is one of the loudest sounds you can make. Especially when you’re aggravated and are trying to express your anger towards the noise but can’t make any noise yourself.  It’s happened so many times that the “Shhhh” wakes the baby after the noise has already been made.

A3 just went downstairs. Its way past her bed time and Jack is surprised to see her still up. He’s yelling for me “Julie!”… I can’t yell back! A3’s sleeping right next to me!! I have to get up.

…Ok, I’m back. A1’s in bed.

Earlier, when A2 was still awake, I was rocking A3, she was crying hysterically because she couldn’t sleep in all the noise. I took her away from the family room into the living room. I rocked her to sleep but she was waking up every time the kids would make a sound. So as I was rocking her I stuck my finger in her ear. Her other ear was blocked because she was leaning on me. As soon as she seemed to fall asleep…Along came A2 wobbling on over, with a chocolate chicken in her hand. That chocolate chicken that I gave her and got in trouble for by Jack “Why are you giving her chocolate before bed time ?”

Oh my! I just realized that’s why she’s not sleeping and talking in her crib. It’s not the dog at all!

So, I was rocking A3 with my finger in her ear, when A2 came over with chocolate all over her hands and face. She came closer and closer. All I was thinking was please not the living room couches! I was torn! Should I call out for Jack at the risk of waking A3 up or stay quiet and let A2 ruin the couches?

What’s more important clean couches or a baby’s peaceful sleep?

I whispered “Jack!”, he didn’t hear me…  How could he, he’s way over in the kitchen. After a few seconds he came looking for chocolate covered A2 and took her away.

A few minutes later, she escaped from him again. This time I saw her going straight for the stairs. “Jack” I whispered… nothing.

What’s more important a baby’s peaceful sleep or a toddler’s safety?

I called out for Jack and woke A3 up.

Back to square 1.

Btw we use an upside down storage bin as a coffee table and the top of the blender as a pitcher… maybe that’s why she asks if we’re poor…DO YOU BLAME HER?

Home team won tonight. Jack will be in a better mood.

Yey for me !

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Be real and do your laundry

After a very long day, kids finally asleep, sunken deep into the basement couch, we realize we forgot to bring down the baby monitor. Who’s going to go get it?

I am. Be right back.

You can’t really argue over this one… every moment that passes counts. What if baby’s crying and we can’t hear her because we’re wasting time arguing about who’s going to go upstairs to get the monitor. Now that I did this one, he’ll have to do the next thing that comes up. With 3 kids in the house anything could come up any time.

Later when the washer stops I’ll ask him to empty the washer into the dryer. Last time he did, I heard him yell from the washroom “For once I’d like to open the washer and find MY clothes in there!”

It’s true, it’s never his laundry. It’s always the girls’ pink laundry.

Jack’s yelling at the TV again. Good thing I’ve got this blog. What else would I be doing while he watches the game?

What do the wives and girlfriends of the world do while the guys are watching the game? I’m sure some really enjoy it and others only pretend… Let’s not go there.

Well a confident woman doesn’t need to pretend about anything. Life is too short to pretend anything. We should focus on being real. Reality has become a rarity and it’s sad.

So our deal is I blog while he watches the game. That’s why I hope our team goes to the playoffs.

From laundry, to pretending, to hockey. “You need more structure in your texts” someone once told me.

I need more structure in my head!

This is exactly how thoughts go through my mind, I go from topic to topic and it’s exhausting. If I’m exhausting myself with my thoughts imagine how it must be for Jack to hear me talk about everything that I’m thinking about. This kind of thought process combined with decreased memory is a complete disaster.

It’s all good with Jack as long as it’s not during the game.

It’s easy to keep a man happy.

Ouf! Big statement I just made there and I stand by it. Most men are clear about what they want and don’t want. Now whether or not we have the will to allow it…well that’s another thing.

Note I wrote “Most men”. I know a few men who seem pretty complicated from my point of view…

Games over, home team lost…

Got to go.

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No more excuses!

Time has come for me to make changes in my current daily life. I don’t eat enough, I stress too much, I am insomniac, partly because of the kids but mostly because of my thoughts that don’t stop and keep me awake all through the night! I’m in such lack of sleep that I have a constant shake in my hands and my left eye is twitching, not any kind of twitch, a really strong one…it looks like I’m winking at everybody and everything. This needs to stop, before I get new problems…wink wink

“What are you stressing about?”

Everything!

I’ve realized that I’ve been stressing for the past 4 months ever since A3’s been born. It’s time for me to take back control of my health. I want to be healthy, and take care of my family for a long long time.

I’ve learned quit a bit about myself lately. I thought of myself as a laid back, no stress, take it as it comes, go with the flow kind of person. And I was, but not lately.  Lately I’m always thinking and I’m always worried. I have to relax and learn to take things as they come, like I use to.

Sometimes I think that I was wiser when I was younger. The older I get the more the hormones and the stress get to me. I can’t let them win!

Today, is day one of Operation get the real Julie back. 

Lately I’ve been over thinking things, I don’t know how yet, but this must stop. I guess admitting I have a problem is the first step? I’ve been skipping meals, ever since A3’s been born I’ve gone full days without anything to eat… and then I wonder why my breast milk supply ended.

No more excuses! Yes I have 3 kids but it was my choice and I can’t use them as an excuse to not be healthy! ( Well, not really by choice…by luck…if you know what I mean)

3 meals a day from now on!

Spring is here, I need to get out and get moving.

And for the over thinking and anxiety… maybe I should pick up meditation?  I’ve tried it a few times, at home with an online video… a bit scary at first for an over imaginative mind like mine, but definitely effective.

Now that I’ve put this action plan out in public, I can’t go back on my word. (Hopefully)

And just maybe, after all of this…I’ll have the energy to keep my house organized. But that’s a long shot!

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+++ Why you shouldn’t clean if you want your kids to be calm

It’s the afternoon. I have A2 and A3, A1 is not home from school yet. It’s the first time that I blog while A2’s awake. Not only that, it’s the first time I actually have the laptop out while she’s around.

A3’s in ++++++++a chair and A2’s wobbling around. Every time she comes near A3 to give her a +++++++–kiss all stops and I watch her every move in fear.

Those plus and minuses are from A2, she passed by and pressed on those keys.

They’re both calm right now. Anyone who sees this post and knows the state of my home might think “Instead of blogging you should’ve picked up the mess”.

The room is completely quiet; all we hear is A2’s toy singing. Everything sings in this house. I am sitting down next to them quietly typing away. Now if I were to start picking stuff up, washing dishes or cooking.+++++++++++++++ (Another visit)I would be moving around, making noise, water running, pots and pans clunking, I would be creating a different mood.++++ (A2)

I want them to be calm, so I should  create the atmosphere for it. Usually in the evenings, after supper time, I dim the lights and I actually put on Spa music. They can do as they wish, play, run, yell, but the background is this. I’ve learned this from my own mistakes, I use to leave the TV on, talk loud, clean up… Then I realized that all this noise was making them agitated.

It took me three kids to figure this much out.

A2’s back. She’s closing the laptop and yelling “NO!” … I gtg. She gave me enough alone time, now I’m going to go play!

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A Real Hippopotamus

Finally, kids are asleep. That includes A3 who now at almost 4 months just started a semi-regular sleeping pattern.

What an evening it was ! Supper time was ultimate choas, A2 was covered in food by the end of it and we later found left overs in her diaper. A1 refused to eat, so out came the threats.

“You threaten your kids? Shame on you!”

I do whatever needs to be done. Threats, blackmail, we all do it, let’s not kid ourselves… “If you don’t eat I’ll tell the tooth fairy not to come see you in two years when you start losing your teeth”.

A1’s super excited about the tooth fairy business but she’s still only 4.

The other night, when I was lying in bed next to her as she requested, she was talking. I was so tired that I was slipping in and out of sleep. She was saying “Baby teeth don’t have roots, that’s why it doesn’t hurt when they fall” (is that even true?) When I woke up again she was saying “The eagle is the king of birds” and then I must have fallen asleep again. When I opened my eyes a few minutes later she was making shadows on the wall. Next thing I know i feel a little finger poking my face “Mommy, you’re sleeping ? But when am I going to see a REAL hippopotamus?”

Tonight A1 went up to bed by herself and this  is a big deal is this house. Jack and I can stop arguing over who’s turn it is to do it. We do it in code obviously.

“Ok time for bed, daddy’s going to take you up tonight !”

Daddy: But mommy! You should go, you tell such great stories !
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Me: Yes, but Daddy’s going to scratch your back!

Daddy:  Honey, who do you want to go up with you?

We all know the answer to that one… it never fails.

Mommy!

Ah! we’re going to regret this when they become teenagers and don’t want to have anything to do with us.

Parenting is a constant guilt trip.

Another big achievement in our house, A2 now picks us dirty rolled diapers and puts them in the trash. Then gives herself a round of applause.

With A3 sleeping a little better, A1 going to bed by herself and A2 picking up diapers, alot is changing around here. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. Then again, perhaps I don’t want to see the light, I don’t want this tunnel to end…

All this house playing business can get overwhelming but my overall attitude is to stay calm and truly enjoy it. They say “It passes fast, enjoy them”… and boy are they right.

Ah…I  miss them already, I’m going to go watch them sleep now.

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Pump it up

A good friend messaged me on Facebook last night:

“No blog posted tonight…but you’re online so u must be typing…well I hope lol “

I wasn’t… if you only knew what I was doing.

I was online but couldn’t type because I had one hand busy.  I want to tell you what I was doing but I’m not sure if it’s crossing the line. It happens many times to me on Facebook to write up a status then decide to delete it before posting because I realize that I’m just speaking my mind and being shameless.

Now you’re trying to figure out what I was doing with one hand so let me tell you before you start getting ideas.

Ok. Here goes. I was on the electric breast pump.

So we’re going talk about breasts now… dear readers we have moved one step closer into our relationship…I hope you know this.

Ahhhh. Now that this topic is open, the possibilities are endless! Jack’s going to be so mad at me… he’s the one that reminds me not to make a fool out of myself. In respect to both Jack and I, we’re only going to treat this topic if it’s in the realm of breastfeeding or other children related topics.

So, yeahpump, I was holding the breast pump with one hand and surfing the net with the other. They talk about the breast pump as if it’s something normal. I’m here to tell you that’s it’s the worst thing ever! From the physical trauma to the simple idea of it, it’s pure torture. Plus they make the cup part transparent so you can see what’s actually happening to your sensitive extremities… (I don’t want to say the N word, so we can stay rated G). I assure you, that does not happen in a babies’ mouth while nursing!

A3 is only 3 months old and my milk supply has faded. I breastfed A1 and A2 for 6 months each. The milk supply ending is a direct result of my lack of sleep, my poor diet and overall exhaustion. Basically A3 is getting the short end of the stick because of her sisters and it seems like it’s going to be like that for her for a very long time. I mean poor thing has onesies with embedded poop stains on them. Not her poop… not A2’s poop, but A1’s poop from five years ago.

YOU SEE HOW I HAVE NO SHAME.

So I am trying to revive the milk flow by spending my evenings on the breast pump, by over eating and by drinking meal supplement protein shakes (on top of my meals).  Willing to gain weight for this baby…now this is love.

Dear male readers I hope you’re not traumatised by this post…

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Wake up and smell the …


Today I decided to get some cleaning done. Well it’s not only a matter of deciding, in order to do that two of my friends had to come over and help take care of A3 so that I could get started. I knew there wasn’t much time before A1 and 2 came back home from school and daycare.

First thing I did was take the time to smell the rooms out looking for rolled up dirty diapers or lost half full milk bottles.  Most times, while changing a diaper we’re doing something else at the same time, maybe mediating a dispute between the kids or trying to stop one of them from going up the stairs, down the stairs, in the cupboard, behind the curtains… When that diaper is changed, we quickly roll up the dirty one into a ball and throw it in or near the closest garbage can. Later we collect them and throw them away. On some occasions one gets lost or misplaced by the kids. A2 thinks a rolled up diaper is a ball meant to be played with. Can we blame her?diaper

One time, one found its way in the dirty laundry basket and ended up in the wash with the clothes. I found it when I was emptying the clothes out of the washer into the dryer. I found a swollen diaper. I could only hope it was a #1 filled diaper if you know what I mean…

Some end up rolling under the couch or under one of the beds. Many things end up rolling under there… mainly half full milk bottles. By the time we find them, the milk has turned into cheese. Washing those bottles is the worst part; the smell is so horrible that I sometimes give up after a few gags and just throw the bottle away.

Don’t judge me! We’re not dirty people, we’re just outnumbered! Back when we only had A1 we had time for so much more, we would do so many activities. A1 had been everywhere by the age of 1.

A2 hasn’t seen anything. Poor thing got sick a couple of weeks ago so we took her to the clinic and then the pharmacy for her antibiotics. When we walked into the pharmacy she was ecstatic! I don’t think she had ever been in a store before… High ceilings, lights and her favorite, creme bottles! Creme bottles everywhere! She gathered up as many bottles as she could, grabbed them in a bunch and started running in the isles. I just let her be and live a little. She was so happy.

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The hare and the Anniversary Special

Hare: n. Any of various mammals of the family Leporidae, especially of the genus Lepus, similar to rabbits but having longer ears and legs and giving birth to active, furred young. (thefreedictionnary.com)

Dishes, laundry and bathing three kids leaves mommy in a cold shower by the end of the evening. No more hot water.

Right before that, A1 asked to be read a story before bed. So I started:

“ I’m gonna tell you the story of the turtle and the, the hmmm… how do we say “lièvre” in english.”

A1: What’s that mommy?

Me : It’s a wild rabbit that runs fast.

A1: Oh! A kangaroo?

Me : No. Let’s ask daddy. DAAADDDYYY

Jack answers from across the hall “What!”

Me: How do you say “Lièvre” in English?

Jack: I dunno. Coyote ?

Btw as I wrote  this Jack came up behind me and said.egg

“Don’t post this; people are going think I’m stupid… You’re still going to post it aren’t you? Your blog is nothing without me!”

And he’s right the blog is about my life and he’s a big part of it. Since we’re talking about Jack, might as well continue.

In our house weekends are so chaotic that we rarely have time to eat, so I always prepare a bowl of hard-boiled eggs so we can at least have a quick dose of protein in a snack. Jack has made it a habit to crack the egg on his head. Yes you read right. He takes the boiled egg and he smashes it on his head. It’s partly to make the children laugh but he does it even when they’re not around.

So Saturday, on our anniversary, I decided to put one non-boiled egg in that bowl.

I think you can imagine the rest…

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To blog or not to blog

People tell me I should start a blog, so I googled “blog” to find out what it is. Yes, I’m relatively young but I’m technologically challenged. I have no knowledge about technology past the bare basics. This doesn’t only apply to computers and the internet; I must admit using the TV is a bit of a challenge for me. The DVR scares me and I can’t differ regular viewing from HD for my life. My camera always stays on the same setting and I hate using the home alarm system. I come from a home where my dad put up a “beware of dog “sign in the window, and that was our alarm system.

I found out what a blog is, checked out a few… ok but still not sure what I’m expected to write on it.  The bigger question is, where am I going to find the time to write a blog? It’s past 10 pm; I have two kids in bed and a two month old still up. As I’m writing this, I’m looking around at my house and it’s a complete mess. There are toys everywhere, laundry to be folded and put away, dishes to be done and to top it all off my little coat hook system broke on Christmas day when we had family over and put over 20 coats on a small 5 hook board…so now all the kids and our coats, snowsuits, hats, scarves are spread out on the living room couches.

I have to stop now. Baby is crying.

Fed,burped, rocked to sleep and I’m back.

Baby crying again. This will be impossible.

I’m back. How do they know to hold their poop until you put them in a fresh diaper??

This is what’s going to keep happening, I’m going to be on a train of thoughts, I’m going to get interrupted by someone and then lose track of mind. Yesterday as I was thinking about this blog thing, I was trying to make a written list of things I could talk about. I promise you I didn’t get far.

So I guess this is my first blog post .

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