Monday, April 18, 2016

I Started Writing This Last Week.

Apparently, I vastly overestimated my ability to get things done. My new love, tiny though she is, occupies most of the space in my mind right now. I'm sure when I get some sleep (that happens eventually, I know it does) things will start to sift through, but right now my thoughts consist mostly of wondering when I last fed her and whether or not her poop is a normal colour.

Which leaves the big kids to their own devices a bit... a situation that lends itself to an inordinate number of fights. Smart kids that they are, they know that if I'm feeding Bean, I'm not likely to jump up and come see what kind of trouble they're getting into, and there is no way on earth that I'll start yelling with a sleeping baby on my chest.

Luckily, for when I just can't take the arguing anymore, we have the basement TV.

I always said that I'd only want a TV in the living room. I reconsidered that a while ago when I realised that there just wasn't enough room in the living room for all of us to sit and watch a movie (we *really* need to fix the seating situation around here). But I didn't want to move the TV since I spend all day here, and I like to have something on while I write, and I'll be damned if I'm spending all day in a basement again.

So. We bought a second TV on a whim, to put down in the basement playroom. We didn't even hook it up for a year. It just sat there in the box, and every time I saw it, I glared and mumbled to myself about wasted money.

We finally hooked it up just before Bean was born. Thank goodness we did, because when the arguing gets to be too much, I can cave and let them watch some Netflix. Which has been happening way more often than I like to admit, but hopefully now that the baby's a little bigger and the weather is nicer we'll be getting outside more.

The problem with this, is of course, that one always wants to watch My Little Pony, while the other wants to watch Full House. We've tried a number of ways to decide who gets to pick the show, but the the one that, so far, seems to be working is that they get five minutes to pick a show. If they can agree on one within the time limit, they get to watch a couple of episodes. If they can't? Well, then they're out of luck (and sadly so am I).

They've got a few favourites that get thrown out at the last minute when they can see the possibility of TV time shrinking, because as far as they're concerned TV you've already seen is better than none at all. The top three right now are Yo-Kai Watch (which they tell me is sort of like Pokemon, but not), Mr. Peabody and Sherman, and LEGO: Friends.

The best part of this whole "TV in the basement thing" is that they can be down there watching the same show for the tenth time, and I can be upstairs nursing the baby while watching the new episodes of Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt!

Oh! Another one that I plowed through recently while stuck on the couch - Cuckoo. It's an odd one, but if you're into Kimmy and/or britcoms, give it a go.

Tuesday, March 1, 2016

I'm Back!

For the next fifteen minutes or so, if I'm lucky.

So Bean, like her sisters, decided not to be born on her projected due date, and made us wait an extra week. I think she was just being convenient though. She was born on the Friday morning of the Family Day long weekend, meaning that everyone could just stay home and lounge around in pajamas without making any special arrangements.


Ever since then, she's been on my chest. She hates the sling, she can't abide the bassinette, and she barely tolerates her bouncy chair (although, thank goodness, if I time it just right, she will occasionally sleep in it for a little while.) Which, as you can imagine, makes it hard to do anything. Like, at all. I'm relearning the skill of doing everything one handed.

Which basically means, that we've been doing nothing but lying around on the couch with Full House re-runs playing to keep us company. I'm sure you've heard about the Full House reboot, Fuller House. The kids and I had been watching some of the original in anticipation.

I was pretty sure they'd think it was too cheesy, but they think it's HILARIOUS. They've been re-enacting scenes, and it's not uncommon to hear "remember when Uncle Jesse said [whatever he said] and then Stephanie said [whatever she said]?" followed by gales of laughter coming up from the basement.

After watching episodes of Fuller House though... I won't be watching them with the girls any time soon. I think that this show is particularly good for grown up fans of the original, with a lot of self- referential jokes, and episodes that seem like updated versions of the old ones. My girls, at 7 and 10, are a little young for a lot of the jokes. I'm not up to explaining any drug references, what the kama sutra is, or why it's not a good idea to let complete strangers get you drunk on shots.

Luckily, Netflix has plenty of other family friendly shows for us to choose from to watch in our copious amounts of downtime over the next few months while Bean and I try and sort out some sort of routine together.

Speaking of... gotta go, her highness awakes. Talk to you soon!




Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Any Day Now.

I have officially entered the stage of pregnancy where I just want the kid to vacate.

I'm up all night running to the bathroom. I'm uncomfortable and unwieldy. I'm too tired to do much of anything, and I'm getting super cranky. Luckily, my girls are old enough to make themselves a sandwich, and Husband is being very understanding.

There have been many predictions about when this baby would decide to come out, and we've already passed all of them. Except mine. I figure Valentine's day, because that's 10 days after my due date, as well as our anniversary. Both my girls kept me waiting to meet them for two weeks past their due dates, so if past experience holds up, I'll win the pool.

Still, I was holding out hope because a couple of the predictions were made by my midwife team. You can imagine my disappointment when they found absolutely no signs of impending labour at my last visit. This baby has no intention of being born this week.

So now all I can do is sit around waiting. Clean things. Wait. Knit. Wait. Clean again. Wait. Fold and re-fold the tiny clothes. Wait.



I've realised something about this whole "nesting" phenomenon. It's not so much about making sure you're ready for the baby as it is making sure that you don't go completely insane before you get to meet the baby.

I'll be vacuuming the ceiling and dusting the insides of all the light fixtures if anyone needs me.






Wednesday, January 13, 2016

A Super Easy Gift to Make.

Along with all the knitting I did leading up to the holidays, I also made a few other things, of the non-yarn variety. One super easy project that comes out looking great is a nameplate for a kid's door. 

1. Pick up a of wooden plaque from your favourite craft store. Make sure that it's big enough for the child's name in a readable font. Lightly sand the plaque so that you don't have any little bumps or slivers (I skipped this step, and wish I hadn't). Paint the plaque whatever colour you'd like to use as a background. Let it dry, and maybe do a second coat.


I left the middle of the black one blank because I was planning on using a light colour for the name and didn't want to have to paint it again and again. Upon reflection, that might have been easier, as I had to go in with a tiny brush with the background colour after the name was dry. But I enjoy that kind of detail work - if you don't, just paint the whole thing and be prepared to go over the letters a few times.

2. Find a font that you like, that will be easily readable, and fit nicely in the middle of the board. Print it out, and make sure that it fits the way you want it. (You could also pick up some stickers or stencils while you're at the craft store if you want.) You could also go the freehand route. These are going to be hanging in the same hallway, I wanted some uniformity.


3. Cut out your stencils. Since this is just printer paper, I put strips of packing tape on both sides of the paper before I started cutting to reinforce the stencil. Make sure to leave some of the original stencil intact to stabilise any wobbly bits, and make sure that the centers of the letters stay in place. *Make sure that you start out with a sharp blade in your craft knife!
  


Those little black bits are what I'm talking about.
4. Time to paint the names! If you want the name centered, make sure to find the center of the stencil, and the center of the plaque and align them before you begin. If you've got some stencil spray adhesive handy, you could use that... I just held it down and hoped for the best.


5. You're going to want to leave this to dry for a while. So this is a great time to think about how you want to decorate these things. I already had an idea in mind for both, but there are also great inspirational images all over the internet.

The best thing about making your own is that you can decorate them any way you want. I did most of mine free hand, but it's also a great idea to draw out your design on a piece of paper so that you can check positioning. I wasn't sure about monkey placement, so I drew a couple and moved them around until I was happy with their positioning before painting. (Again, if you're more comfortable, you can get stencils and stickers from the craft store.) Fiddle around with placement until you're happy, then draw your design lightly onto the plaque with a pencil. Then paint away! 


6. Once your designs are final and completely dry, make sure to put on  a couple of coats of a sealant over the whole plaque.


Et Voila! A lovely, handmade gift that looks like it was way harder to do than it was!






Monday, January 11, 2016

Night Terrors... and a Netflix Giveaway.

As you probably know, we're expecting a baby over here. Any time now really... if the baby feels like being convenient enough to actually be born on his/her due date, I'll be up to my eyeballs in diapers and onsies in 24 days.

I'm not a first time mum, I've obviously done this before, but for some reason, I'm kind of terrified this time around. I forget everything. Well, almost everything.

I distinctly remember how hard it was having a baby and a toddler at the same time. I was up all day with Beege, and all night with Kee. I had been entirely spoiled by what a great sleeper Beege was. Kee was a cheerful, charming baby... we just couldn't seem to work out the all important sleep thing.

I wasn't expecting a baby who would scream from 9:00 to 2:00 every night. She wouldn't/couldn't sleep anywhere but tucked up against my chest, so even when we did manage to sleep at the same time, I wasn't fully asleep and it barely took the edge off my exhaustion. I felt physically terrible, I wasn't getting any sleep at all, and it was making me crazy. Nursing in the middle of the night became a bit frightening because I actually started hallucinating -- mostly big black bug-like things swarming up my walls -- but I found that I could distract myself by running an episode of Gilmore Girls on my little travel DVD player. I got through all 7 seasons while holding her through the night so she could sleep.

I have high hopes that this time around things will be different. The older girls are old enough to help out a bit (or at least let me nap if I need to). If the baby is up all night, I will have the opportunity to sleep during the day while the older kids are at school -- and believe me, I will take it.

But when I do find myself up in the middle of the night, I will definitely be binge (re)watching some of my favourite shows on Netflix. Anything to recommend? I'm looking for comedies, I think... nothing with gore or big black bug-like things.


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Monday, December 21, 2015

How've You Been?

Hey! Long time no see! Sorry about that... you know how it is.

Anyhoo... what have you all been up to? I've basically been knitting. That's pretty much it. Every year I vow I'm only going to give handmade gifts, and every year I realise about a week before Christmas that there is no way on earth that I will actually be able to do it.

This year, largely due to the fact that I haven't been feeling very well and I find it easier to justify sitting on the couch all day if I 'm doing something else as well (and binge watching Netflix doesn't count), I think I'm actually going to do it!

I started in November this year, and that probably helped. I managed to do something for Beege's birthday too, which pleased us both.

Beege's new "Pikachu inspired" Electric Mouse hat*.

Then I got started on Christmas. While my intentions are good, it's hard to make something personal for everyone when you've got a whole raft of kids to make things for. So everyone's getting mittens! Everyone needs warm hands, right? I've been sitting on the couch gestating and knitting mittens ever since.

This is just the beginning... I've made at least five more pairs since then.

I actually got so involved with making mittens that I forgot to do anything else. And here it is, *less* than a week before Christmas with a few important people to make things for, who I'm pretty sure don't want mittens. Wish me luck!

How about you? All done your holiday gifts? Do you make or buy?



BTW - Keep an eye out for the next post - I'm going to be running a giveaway for a 6 month subscription to Netflix! (I promise, it'll be later this week, not next month.)



*In case you're interested, here's the pattern I followed on Ravelry, by KGuz.




Monday, November 9, 2015

Sometimes You Need a Little Glama.

Have I ever mentioned that I'm a "Glam-bassador"? That means that every once in a while, the girls get to go to a cool event at a Glama Gals Tween Spa, which in all it's sparkly pink splendour is one of Kee's very favourite places ever. As a place that caters to girls who are just entering that awkward phase where they're trying to figure out where they fit in the world, and focuses on encouraging them to be themselves, I'm pretty fond of it too.

Just last weekend, they got to go to the Newmarket location and experience the "My First Time at the Spa" package.


My girls were made to feel special from the minute they walked through the door. They traded in their coats and runners for robes and slippers, and were led to the back where, after a snack of cupcakes and pinkatinis, they each got to choose their own scent of foaming foot bath before their pedicures.


Pedicures done, polish applied, they moved over to the manicure bar to soak their hands and get their nails done. Kee chose her favourite classic sparkly pink, while Beege went for purple and green (with a solitary yellow nail), with sparkles over top of everything.


Then they finished it all up with a relaxing chocolate facial while listening to some calming music.


When I asked them what their favourite part of the experience had been, I got a very enthusiastic "everything!" in response.

My kids know how wonderful I think they are. I tell them that they're smart, and brave, and kind, and beautiful every chance I get. Now that they are older, and spend the bulk of their time out in the world, they're starting to get different messages. They are constantly being bombarded by the media, as well as their peers, with someone else's ideas of what they "should" look like, wear, and do.

I do my best to counteract it; I tell them that the only people who really need to like them are themselves, because that's the only person who will be with them forever, and that changing for anyone but themselves is a really good way to be unhappy. I also realise that no matter how true my words are, there will always be a niggling little doubt in their minds that I'm only saying these things because I'm their mum.

So it's nice to have some backup for my "be true to yourself" message from outside sources.

Especially cool, sparkly, pink ones.






This post is sponsored by Glama Gals Tween Spas, and my girls received some super fun spa services for the purposes of writing this article. As always, all opinions are entirely my own.