vegas baby!

watch out, here we come!

how is your poo today?

never did i think that i would be so curious and concerned about poo, hence this early morning post. conrad didn't poo yesterday so after his middle of the night feed i was worried that he'd poo his pants so i stood outside his bedroom listening for grunts at 4:20am in the morning because i love catching his poo in the pottie. no, i am dead serious. you really get this satisfaction of knowing you saved yourself from cleaning some nasty s***. pun intended. but i also do feel bad when i do miss a poo, i mean, i don't think anyone enjoys crapping themselves and so i don't think babies like to either, which is basically the theory behind the diaper-free method. babies, apparently are born to communicate with us when they need to eliminate but because we lack this knowledge we miss the signals. so babies learn to to poo and pee themselves thinking that's what they're supposed to do and when it's time for potty training they're like, "whaaat?!? i thought i was supposed to poop and pee myself. what 'cha talkin about, mama?" some might see this as some hippie gibberish but based on the results that we've had so far i highly recommend at least trying this because it's doesn't require as much patience as you might think and it means one less diaper to wash and/or toss which the environment will love you for. our friend, janey, practiced it with her son and for awhile she said that he was going diaper-free at nights! we haven't had that kind of success with conrad but i am very pleased that he had caught to what the potty is used for...no, conrad, that is not a hat.

but anyways, back to the poo itself. what am i concerned and curious about? i'm curious and concerned about the firmness, the colour, the consistency, the frequency, what it looks like, is it smelling the same, etcetera, etcetera. and i'm sure there are many other things that one could look for in infant poop for example naomi was telling me that stringy-ness in breastmilk poo may mean an intolerance to something mom's eating. how would one test for stringy-ness? well, you rub the poo together (in the diaper but i guess you can use your hands if you were a tactile type of person) and peel apart. how's that for a conversation starter?

breastmilk poo rules. solid food poo sucks. breastmilk poo never bothered me, that's probably because his poo's now are basically like mini man turds. for short-while he was quite regular and i was catching close to 90% of his poo in the pottie. his poops of late, though, are getting a bit more sporadic with a lack of rhyme or reason. he went from twice a day to once a day to once every day and a half then all of a sudden 3 a day then back to once a day. i was a wee bit thrown and missed a couple here and there. ugh...but i will not this discourage me! i will not be satisfied until i catch all his poo's! plus, just look at how much conrad enjoys his time on the pottie (like every guy!).

hooray! thumbs up for the pottie!

sorry to disappoint but there will not be any poo photos to complement this entry. so how was your poo today?

happy mother's day

to all the moms, new and not so new, grandmom's, dog moms, cat moms and all the other moms i've missed, "happy mother's day". it started like any other sunday, that being lazy, just the way i like it. it was quietly celebrated with flowers, eggs benny and my two favourite boys.

thank you, conrad, you make my job so easy.

mmm...eggs benny. most delectable.

it's shameful really, but i licked the plate clean. that's one of the perks about dining at chez horchy's. it is not frowned upon here, in fact, it's encouraged.

my wee little boy seems to have caught his first stuffy nose. his poor nose is a bit chapped but he is otherwise in good spirits. it was only a matter of time before he'd catch something but we've been very lucky that this is his first and it really doesn't seem to bother him. the timing could have been a bit better as well because we're leaving for las vegas on sunday (ka-ching! mama needs a new pair of shoes!) so hopefully - everybody cross your fingers - he'll be better by then.

so i'm signing off this special mother's day post with my little ham. i hope your day was as special as mine.

hiatus

sorry, folks. it indeed has been awhile since my last post and trust me, i've been meaning to post but you know how goes but after some razzing, here it is, the much needed post.

for the last month or two there has been some talk about the 'mommies on main' show, a fair that showcases items made by moms for moms and babies. so there were a few of us that had a serious interest about renting a table to show our wares but. there is always a but. but, this is a juried show meaning our wares would have to get selected in order for us to actually show them. that put the fear right into me; the fear of failure, the fear of rejection, so i did what i do best, procrastinate (hence the lack of blogs entries as well) but thanks to some level-headed people in my life i put my rear into gear, made a prototype for my mobile idea and submitted our application, with two days to spare from the april 30th deadline. the decision was bittersweet, of the three items we submitted only my mobiles was selected for the show. i am saddened that i will not be able to share this triumphant moment with my pals and really, it should be a great moment but now i feel failure and rejection is a real possibility as i get ready to display my ideas of creativity to the public to openly critique, good or bad. nonetheless, this is a chance that i am grateful for so you can find me and my mobiles at the 'mommies on main' show on july 12 and 13 at the heritage hall on main street.

one of my mobile ideas. more to come.

well, enough about me. my baby, my baby conrad. he is so close to crawling and when he does i'll be in trouble. he is able to push himself backwards when he's on his tummy on the laminate flooring but the little monster gets frustrated when he's on the carpet because it's a little harder to get around. and when he's backed himself into a corner he'll just continue pushing until he tires himself out and cries out for help.

he is so damn cute and i can hardly stand it. he melts my heart when he giggles and when he rests his head on my shoulder when he's tired and when he pulls my glasses all the way down my nose. his hair is growing lots but i don't see any curls yet except once with i think it was more of a cowlick. his weight is slowing down now since being on the move, you can see his neck now and soon, i'm told, his rolls will disappear and he will become a little boy instead of my baby. it's true when they say 'time flies when you're having fun' because i'm having the time of my life.

one of our favourite places.

they don't make them like they used to. this little whale is made of all metal, brings me back, way back.

see his little cowlick? keep your fingers crossed, maybe he'll be like his mom.

this one is for fun. the silly boy slept on his hand.

it's so nice that it's finally getting warm around here. there will be many more days hanging on deck.

thanks, linds, for holding yet another mama/baby day. good treats, good friends, good babies and good fun.

peek-a-boo!

glad you're feeling better, dayton*.

2 boys, 1 gal. you lucky thing.

*sorry, dayton, for the previous mis-spellings of your name! don't worry, i get it all the time too.

your help is needed

to all our loyal blog readers, friends, family and neighbours, please keep you eyes peeled for our beloved sophie. see the missing poster below for details on her disappearance.

clap clap!

i am so lucky to have this little boy in my life. over the weekend he showed us how to clap. our baby is clapping! he's growing up too quickly and there is no pause button. it seems so long ago that he starting grabbing and holding things. clapping seems so wild. and this little monster has an appetite to match. i'm so delighted when he enjoys that foods that we give him...yams and squash and carrots, bananas, apples and broccoli...and that's only the tip of the iceberg. i can't wait when we can feed him off our plates. introducing new foods for allergies is so tedious. and it won't be very long now until my plump prince starts crawling, then we'll be in trouble but for now, we're in the clear.

enjoy the clapping.

on your marks!

what a week and a half

i can't believe it's already been a week since calgary...and boy, it was a real close call with the bear at the zoo. since we've been home we've had a very yummy birthday dinner (thank you, DLF), a super babies play date, a pampered chef party, found a prospective buyer for our dear old penelope, flea marketing in west van and some good z's inbetween.

what do you call roast beef, yorkshire pudding, mashed yams, corn on the cob, broccoli and cauliflower in cheese sauce and roast potatoes? a kick ass dinner is what you call it. we would have been happy with kraft dinner jazzed up with wieners and broccoli but roast beef with with all the fixin's! you guys are too good to us!

and what a play date this one was, four girls, three boys and twins! all the babies were so good, no crying or fussing. and it was finally nice to meet you little fallon. i say this everytime but i just can't believe how small newborns are because our little monster must be closing in on 20lbs. conrad had an extra long morning nap so we arrived for the festivites a bit late and because we were having such a great time we skipped our first music class! oh, well, it was worth it! check out some the of the baby action.

wee little angels...

uh oh, baby mayhem

phew, good thing fallon was on the other side or else she could've been crushed by the little rabble-rousers!

deighton and addie get my vote for prom king and queen!

nice to meet you, fallon!

marley, you're such a cutie!

and fraser too!

ella: stop being the exersaucer hog, conrad!

conrad: sorry, dollface, i don't have one at home so you're gonna have to wait your turn!

a flea market find

a visit from the mepham's, max you are so big!