The monkey in the middle

I might be over reacting. But I honestly, really and truly don’t think I am. My husband agrees with me. He’s upset to. Granted not as upset as I am, but I’m pregnant and I’m a mom. Of course I’m going to be more upset then he is. Right?

Okay so, so far this post is probably making no sense. So let me start at the beginning and explain exactly WHAT has me so upset. As you are all well aware, we are going to be having baby 3 next month. Currently we have 2 (that’s right everyone we have 2 kids right now although to some this seems to be a foreign concept) Anyways. I’m getting off track again. Let me try this again.

In December 2011 Alex turned one. Everyone was excited. The first grandbaby was turning a year old. He was spoiled. But most importantly the milestone was ACKNOWLEDGED. 

In December 2012 Alex turned two. Again everyone was excited. The first grandbaby was turning two.  He was spoiled. Again, most importantly, the milestone was ACKNOWLEDGED.

So now let’s go to March 2013. Nick turned one. Some people were excited. But some very key people seem to have the forgotten all together about my monkey who drew the straw of being in the middle. And this really pisses me off. It’s not about the presents. It’s not about the cake and the party. But Nick didn’t even get a card, or a happy birthday from some key people who should’ve remembered the milestone.

Now it’s not just the forgotten birthday that has led me to being so annoyed. It’s more then that. It’s a series of events leading up to it. Like back in February when someone who should’ve known better brought presents to the house for the kids and gave the wrapped ones to Alex to open, telling him they were his, and gave the pink stuff she had bought for Zoey to Nick to play with telling him he could play with them ‘until his sister was born’ (when called out on this she said the stuff Alex was opening was for both boys, but let’s face it once you tell a two year old that something is HIS he is not going to share very willingly)

Then there was this past weekend when we were visiting family. In this case it was all about a cookie and a pair of boots. But I was mad enough that we left after a very short visit.  The boys grandmother decided she was going to give Alex a cookie (after I said no, but as a grandparent it’s her right I suppose and I can let that go) When Alex was going to get one for Nick too (we work hard on encouraging Alex to share) she told him ‘oh no, Nick doesn’t need one’ BUT THEN BROUGHT ALEX INTO THE ROOM NICK WAS IN AND LET HIM EAT THE COOKIE IN FRONT OF HIS BROTHER. As for the boots. I guess while they were shopping they seen a cute pair of boots that they decided to buy. The boots however were too small for Alex, which I guess is who they were specifically shopping for since when I said they would likely fit Nick in the fall and they would be perfect for fall weather I was told ‘yes, but I was hoping they would fit Alex’ nothing these people buy is ever with Nick in mind. It’s always Alex (and now seemingly Zoey, since they are super excited about a grand daughter)

Really and truly, maybe I am wrong. But I am really upset that poor Nick seems to be forgotten about when we take the kids to visit certain people.  It’s being treated this way that gives middle children ‘middle child syndrome’ I grew up with 4 younger brothers and there was no sibling rivalry between us. EVER. We were all treated as equals. Which is how I am TRYING to raise my children. But it is really hard when Alex is learning some of his family members favor him over his brother.

Thankfully I’m not crazy and hubs sees this too. Now just to figure out how to deal with it! That’s my rant for the day.


Love, hugs and more to come later!


Oh Pregnancy!

This pregnancy is making me miserable. Or maybe it’s not. Maybe it’s just life in general. I don’t know. What I do know right now is that I want to go curl up in my bed and stay there. For a really really really long time.
I feel huge. I mean, I guess that’s to be expected being 33.5 weeks pregnant with my third child, but I feel HUGE. Not like cute pregnant woman about to pop which is how I currently see every other pregnant woman I pass. But more of a ‘holy sh*t how many are in there’ sort of feeling. I am also really tired of people making comments about how busy I must be, and how my hands must be full, and ‘I can barely handle one kid!’ or my favorite ‘Wow where do you find time to make more babies?!?’
It might not all be the pregnancy making me miserable though. There is enough other stuff going on in this world to drive a person crazy. I am missing Winnipeg like crazy. I know I did the right thing, coming home to be here with Hubs when he needed me, but I am missing my family and kind of mourning the fact my mom won’t be with me when I have the baby the way I planned. I’m optimistic I’ll be living out west sooner, rather then later though!
I’m not trying to be bitter. I’m really not. I enjoy being pregnant and in fact I am the crazy one who was trying to convince my husband we should go for baby number 4. Although that was before my hips started locking up, the heartburn kicked in full force and I tried to wear my new sandals just to find that my feet are to swollen to get into them. Now I am more inclined to agree with him that this should be our last pregnancy and 3 babies is perfect. (Just don’t tell him that though. I might still change my mind again)
On the bright side though, the boys are officially moved into their big boy twin beds. And are sleeping awesomely I might add! It’s been two nights since I have had a little boy in my bed.. and to be honest, as much as I enjoy the extra sleep and being able to lie comfortable in bed… I miss it. I feel like, as much as I complained about them waking me up numerous times a night because I was falling off the bed, or couldn’t move at all, or had no blankets, or an elbow in my spine, I am missing out on something now.
I can’t believe in a few short weeks I am going to be welcoming another little baby into this world. To be honest, I am sh*t scared. I don’t know anything about little girls. I know they make lots of pretty little dresses for them (I have a nice collection of those). But in a lot of ways I feel like I am having my first baby all over again!! (I’m sure I’ll catch on pretty quick, a newborn is a newborn right?!?)
But this momma is done drinking her coffee and has a house to clean and two toddlers to play with (I am thinking we are going to make cupcakes today!)

Love hugs and more to come later!

Airplanes, Boredom, and Emergency Rooms

Apparently I am really bad at this whole blogging thing. I can’t seem to stick to posting a couple times a week no matter what… which is what I promised myself back in January when I started this up. There are no rules in the blogging world though are there?
It’s not as though my life has been boring… I mean I have a one and two year old and I’m 33 weeks pregnant… how boring can my life possibly be? And the last 2 weeks since I posted have definitely been pretty crazy. The kids and I are back in NB. Yep. So much for having the baby in Winnipeg. Although my Dr there sucked, so the only big loss is that my family isn’t going to be around for the birth. Which is a really big loss to me. But I guess part of growing up is having to make the tough choices in life and living with the outcome! So being faced with a tough choice, I loaded the boys back up on a plane to Montreal and met Hubs there and drove back home to NB. I am so glad my boys are such good travellers! Hopefully it won’t be too long before we are back in Winnipeg! With any luck, it’ll be a permanent move soon.
It’s not that I don’t like NB. I do. It’s very pretty and there are some wonderful people here. But I miss my family and the support they offer. I know it won’t be easy for hubs to pack up and move out west, but I did it to come this way, so I know he’ll survive 😛
Last night we took Nick into the emergency room, my little brave monster is learning to walk and isn’t the greatest at it just yet. So he lost his balance and put his tooth through his lip. After it bled steadily for about 10 minutes without us being able to stop it we figured it should get looked at. Of course it stopped shortly after we got there, but hubs and I learned a couple things about dealing with bleeding mouths in little ones, so it was worth the trip!… I guess…
I hate hospitals. Especially when you have people there letting there kid cough all over your kids. It’s hard to tell a little boy to stop trying to play with my sons because his cough does not sound healthy and the last thing I want is my kids to get sick. I felt for the little boy. I really did. He was really sweet. He just wanted to make friends, which I would normally encourage the boys to do. But… I guess this is where my parenting is a little different… I don’t want my kids to make friends with contagious people in the emergency room when no one knows what is wrong with them and my kids are healthy. It was amazing to me to see all these little kids playing together coughing and sneezing all over one another. I almost felt like the bad mom for not letting my kids play too. Almost. Then I remember how much… fun… sick toddlers are, and I know I don’t want to walk that road any time soon.
Now I’ve been home for almost a week and I am going to enjoy my first day that I don’t need to run out and deal with anything. This week has been hectic. From setting up prenatal care (again) to getting groceries and other stuff in the house to getting the things we need for Baby Zoey next month, I am glad Hubs has to work today and the kids and I are hanging out in the house watching Treehouse and playing with PlayDoh!

Love, Hugs and more to come later!