Wednesday, September 15, 2010


Ok ok, I know you've read me complain about baby sleep issues before. So not going to do that again. In fact, this is a photo post in celebration of Sam finally sleeping through the night - i.e. 11-12 hours uninterrupted.

A note to all new parents who are wondering if they will ever sleep again . . . Yes. Yes you will. Hang in there. It will be glorious.

And now with no further blabbering, Sam's sleepy life in review:

Recovery sleep - Oct 2 2009

Just a few weeks old - napping on Dad

About a month old - napping on Mum

2 months

3 months

5 months

9 months

Passed out in the car - always a favourite

Is there anything more awesome than a sleeping baby??

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Must Love Dogs


This is what happens when you BWD and don't have your sober husband proof read your post before you hit "publish".

I do in fact believe in Astronomy. I'm actually a big fan. Astrology on the other hand is a load of rubbish.

Thanks for knowing what I was trying to say anyway : )

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Five things about me

I have two confessions to make before starting this post.

A) It's a copy-cat. I can't remember from whom (though probably one of my current favourites: AnyMommy, Julia, A little Pregnant, or one of many others). I will try to track down where I got this inspiration from because I understand that it is koscher to credit your fellow bloggers when you are about to commit blogging plagiary.

B) I'm a little tipsy tonight as I write this. Please don't worry - Sam is snug in bed and is officially weaned from any night-time nursing (he now sleeps from 7:30 pm to 6:30 am - hooray!!).

See, David had a buddy over last night (while I was at work thank you very much) who is a bit of a beer connaisseur. One of the pints they didn't drink (while I was at work - did I mention that yet?) is called 8-4-1 Expedition from Redhook Ale Brewery. It is awesome!! And has made me drunk and wanting to share with you, my friends, family, internet . . . David calls this BWD: Blogging While Drunk : )

So here we go . . . Five things about me . . .

1) I am a nurse. A registered one. Which does make a difference. And please rid your mind of visions of bedpans - that's really such a tiny itty-bitty piece of what we do. Unfortunately it's the part that the pop-culture media seems to want to portray. That, and having affairs with our doctor colleagues. Thanks GA.

Moving on.

I am a RN and I work in women's reproductive health in every possible way you can imagine. If there is an aspect of pregnancy that exists, I have or currently do work there. Go ahead, ask me anything. Ask me about fertility treatments; about what to expect when you are; about where to go if you are "in trouble". Want to know if you are fully dilated yet? I'm your gal!

I've been a nurse for 6 years and I love it despite the long hours and stupid shifts. I love it despite the politics and the eating of the young that we all endured. I love it despite hating it sometimes. I speak regularly to the newly admitted classes of nursing students at UBC to tell them what a great decision they've made. And I rarely touch a bedpan.

2) I don't believe in astronomy. I don't care if you are a Scorpio or a Gemini, or if your moon is rising in Capricorn, or Jupiter, or Saskatchewan. I don't believe that it has any bearing on who you are as a person and I certainly don't think it gives you an excuse to act like a douchebag. Well, you know, I can't seem to commit to anything because I'm a free spirit, you know, I'm a Sagittarius . . . Shut up! Nut up! Take some responsibility for your actions and decisions!
(I am a Sagittarius, by the way)

3) I have had two miscarriages. Both first trimester. Both before the successful pregnancy that brought us Sam. Really this topic deserves a post of its own, but I just wanted you to know that I am not oblivious to the challenges and heartbreaks of trying to become a mother. As a result, I try to be sensitive to the possibility that those around me may also be struggling, or even suffering. You are not alone. The women you know have had similar experiences, we just don't talk about it. And I don't know why not. We should talk about it. We should find strength in each other.

4) I love living in BC, but I am still - after 10 years - homesick for Ottawa at times, particularly around Thanksgiving (for my readers down South, that's in October, not November). Fall has always been my favourite season. The air is startling and crisp; there is a sense of hardiness and resilience that comes perhaps from knowing that cold hard months are ahead. We turn on the heat and don cozy sweaters. We make stews and eat pumpkin pie. If someone can describe for me a more perfect existence than sitting on the deck with a cup of hot tea while around me the Earth cools and the trees shed their leaves in preparation for winter hibernation . . . please do because I might want to live in that moment for eternity.

5) I am not as good a friend to my friends as my friends are to me. I'm sure they must think, hey that Jamie and David are cool . . . and Sam is cute and all . . . but what have they done for us lately?

We have been absolutely blessed with a group of friends who have become our family out here on the West Coast. When we moved out here we were a young and carefree couple with no obligations or real responsibilities. Now that we have a mortgage and a baby, we have truly realized how valuable family is. In the absence of our blood relatives, our friends have gathered around us and provided love and support without condition. When Sam was born we were descended upon with gifts, food, good company, and offers to babysit. I have so much gratitude toward our friends and I don't convey it to them often enough.

Time to start.

So there you have it. Five things about me that you maybe didn't care about. What are five things about you that you'd like to share with me and the blogosphere?