My Apologies to the bike lady…

Dear Sweet Lady,

You must have been a little frightened when our big van pulled up, everyone in it screaming so loud you heard it from inside your house.  Brilliant woman, you ran out with both paper towels and baby wipes.  How did you know that my 3 year old had just thrown up all over himself?? (literally 30 seconds from your house).  Did you also somehow hear our conversation earlier today that we should always keep an extra outfit for each kid? and wipes?… and… oh well, we’ll just put that in the van LATER.

Thanks for being so sweet to my little man who was embarrassed and angry at having to stand in your driveway naked as the day he was born, and still retching.  And not to worry, I completely understand that gleeful look you quickly gave my husband and I, when you told us you only had one child.  And you politely switched your look back to a serious look of concern almost before we caught it, so thoughtful!

And thanks for poking your head out 15 minutes later.  Not only did you still find us there, in your driveway… but found my 3 year old riding the bike you just sold us around your driveway, in nothing but his socks (he was cold), honking the little yellow horn non-stop… my 18 month old having a poopy diaper changed on your front lawn… and me nursing my crying newborn.

You and I both knew, no comment was needed.  You kindly, went right back to your cozy home, and locked the door behind you.

I would have done the same thing,


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If you clean the bed… the messes will come

Last night, gave us the old…


So we woke up feeling a little…


So after begging for an uneventful remaining of the pregnancy, after our hurl-a-thon yesterday,  and all new, fresh linens, this mommy decided, “hey, it’s a good day to take away pull ups at night time.”

Guess what this mommy was doing at 3 am this morning??  That’s right, cleaning little boy, changing sheets, pillows, pj’s and even using wipes for his hair (shhh don’t tell).  It could have been worse though, at least I only saw the end product of his excessive gatorade consumption yesterday, and not the tummy bug that’s been polluting the bathrooms around here.

I guess I was a little groggy this morning.  Those exciting pregnancy hormones are not a fan of letting you sleep much, and I had a little boy who thought it was morning after our adventure. I got dressed and headed out early to unlock our neighbour’s door for a contractor, (they couldn’t meet him, pretty sure I wasn’t assisting with a B&E).  After letting him in, and meeting another neighbour on the street, I realized that my shirt no longer covers my whole tummy!  *humiliated*  Maybe this doesn’t seem tragic… perhaps you have not known the aesthetic benefits of having 3 kids in 3 years by 3 c sections, on a 5’3″ frame at 8+ months pregnant. …ack!

Sorry for all the whining.  The rest of the day was amazing.  I saw an old friend from grad school, who now leads an exciting professional life and has a brilliant perspective on life.

We also got a nice long quiet time around here because little man was exhausted after our middle of the night clean fest.


(and yes he’s wearing bottoms.  They’re just really really short *ahem underpants).

Countdown! 2 Weeks left….

2 Weeks left, which in the grand scheme of things does not seem like much.  But in the last few days, I’ve been noticing that somehow time has slowed to an almost stand still.

I’m definitely waddling now.  And, I’m in the new and exciting stage of I-hurt-my-back-putting-on-shorts.  So, I will definitely be finding time to see my chiropractor this week.  Unless my prayers are answered and labour comes…..  Feel free to pray this baby comes asap!

Also, we’ve been working on getting through all the available viruses here.  Just as all the little noses stopped running, little man started having a wicked case of the runs, and lost all desire to eat and drink.


So we’ve been doing the BRAT diet (bananas, rice, apples and toast) … with a little dry cereal when he’s been interested, and let him try gatorade for the first time when he didn’t pee in 16 hours.  I’m thanking my lucky stars today that we potty trained already!

Really other than a sleepy boy, this really was no biggie.

….However, right after changing little man’s sheets today for laundry day, little girl climbed into his bed and threw up everywhere.

Caleb, “I don’t want Elise’s barf in my bed”,

Elise “Yah!”

Just in case I was starting to get lazy, I got the opportunity to re-wash all the bedding, girly’s clothes and girly’s hair… and little man too.  What can I say, she’s got good aim?!


Don’t get too worried though, after getting cleaned up and lots of cuddles, they both started feeling better.  They shared fought over the last pack of mum mums.



Had a little rest, so mom could make sure no one “refunded” any of that snack.


… and then, off they went, back outside to play.  … Yes, Elise went outside to play in her jammies… But, I put shoes over the footie pj’s though… so that should count for something.



I’m hoping that the next two weeks are a little less dramatic than our little adventure into hurl-land… and that we’ve seen the last of it.