Major Rock Stars

My kids have started a band. Alex is playing the guitar. Nick is on the drums. Zoey is smashing away on the piano. I’m told they’re ‘maaaaajor rock stars’. (which is a line from Bubble Guppies, a show they are obsessed with. Nick loves anything fish!) They’re loud. Really really loud. I need more coffee. 


Happy Monday! 

Love, hugs and more to come later!

It may be Fall…

It may be Fall, but with the weather being so nice today, we spent the day outside playing and then we decided to enjoy some Popsicles after supper tonight!  








Also… try saying this three times fast ‘Weather Weasel Wizard’ Haha. I hope everyone is having a great weekend!

Love, hugs and more to come later!



It’s not fair!


Conversations with Alex are getting more and more humorous and I am seriously having more and more trouble following them. Like this one from tonight at supper time. We are sitting at the table eating the pork chops, mashed potatoes and corn that I made for supper. Well all of us were except Alex. 

M: Alex, why aren’t you eating?
A: It’s not fair
M: What’s not fair?
Alex pushes his plate away
M: You need to eat, that’s how you get energy to play.
A: No. *crosses arms* It’s not fair. 
M: Um.. okay. If you aren’t hungry don’t eat then. 
A: Yes! 
M: Okay, then eat. 
A: No. 
At this point I am choosing to ignore him. Hubs gets him to eat a couple bites, then he starts refusing again.
M: Alex are you done eating?
A: Yes. 
M: Would you like to leave the table?
A: No. 
M: Okay. 
Alex starts throwing his food on the floor. 
H: Alex, stop throwing your food on the floor or you are going to leave the table. 

Well… clever boy we have, he threw it across the table. So, of course, he was sent away from the table. He was obviously not going to eat anymore anyways. He went and sat on the couch crying. After two minutes I went over to him to talk to him about why we don’t throw our food, it’s not nice etc. I tell him he needs to say sorry to Momma and Daddy. He does, then he crosses his and tells me again ‘It’s not fair’ I tried to find out what wasn’t fair but he wouldn’t look at me, just kept telling me it wasn’t fair. Then asked if he could watch Dora. This child is so confusing sometimes. 

Right now he is asleep in my bed. He was sleeping in his bed. But like the last two nights, he needed to move into my bed so the dinosaurs couldn’t get him. I wonder how safe Nick is, left in their bedroom all alone?

Love, hugs and more to come later!

Doing the right thing?

I have lived in NB for 4 years as of October 9. Crazy.

This is our fifth Thanksgiving in NB. (In Canada, we celebrate in October, I know it’s not like this everywhere!) Our first Thanksgiving was the weekend I moved out here and as we were staying with Hubs’ Mom and Step Dad until we got out own place, we had dinner with them. 

The following year, we more or less invited ourselves to celebrate Thanksgiving with Hubs’ Dad and Step Mom. 

The third year, we celebrated ourselves at home since everyone had their own plans. 

The fourth year, we did the same as year three. 

This year, I planned a nice dinner for Hubs, the kids and I. Then, we were indirectly invited to celebrate Hubs’ Step Dad’s nephews wedding the weekend of Thanksgiving. I don’t want to go. I told Hubs, I am not going. He can take the kids and go, he can go by himself.

But. I. Am. Not. Going. 

Why you ask? Why am I choosing to stay home with my husband and kids instead of spending the holiday with family when I am the first to complain that we never see family?

1- Because we weren’t actually invited. Yes I am going to be that petty about it. We seen Hubs Mom and Step Dad on Saturday. They didn’t invite us while we were there. She called Hubs Dad after we left her house (no, they are not close) and asked him to pass the message on to us. She did not call our house to give us the details. I don’t really feel wanted there. 

2- Because I don’t want to sit and play nice while his Mom and Step Dad pretend to be the grandparents on the year when they never see my kids or call to see how any of us are doing. Not to mention the way they ignore Nick and Zoey and favor Alex. Shame on Nick and Zoey for looking like me and not looking like Hubs side of the family. /sigh/

Hubs says he isn’t going if I am not going. That’s his choice. 

Am I doing the right thing? I don’t know. But I know that I am doing what feels right to me. And yet, I still feel slightly guilty for it /sigh/

Love, hugs and more to come later!


An Update on the Orange Rhino


At one time, I was posting weekly about my challenge with the Orange Rhino. (A no yelling for 365 days challenge… You can read about it here

Originally I was going to keep up the daily journal type entries, but I was finding it discouraging to have be writing out my failures. So I decided to stop writing them and just mark on the calender the days I made it through without yelling. It kept me accountable, but without making me feel like I was failing my monsters. 

Today I decided that I was going to write an update for two reasons. One- I don’t wan anyone to think that I gave up on the challenge. I am still going strong. And two- Because today I am proud of myself. Today is the first time I have made it to day 10. 

I cannot even count how many times I have started back at zero. In the two months since I started this challenge, the best I had been doing was 7 days (which I did twice, not counting this time!). Today is day 10. I hope tomorrow is day 11 without yelling/snapping. But only time will tell. 

Love, hugs and more to come later!



As I am sitting her drinking my coffee, I am checking my emails. In my emails is this: 


This makes me laugh. Anyone who knows me, knows I do not function without my coffee. And it also makes me think of some of the other funny little cartoons I have been sent through email or through Facebook lately. So I am going to share them here today. I love finding things like this in my email/on Facebook. This next picture is a diaper that someone found and decided to pass on to me. I, of course, do plan to buy it. 


Here are some more Meme’s that I have received over the last couple months: 



These came from Blogging Friends, Facebook Friends, Real Life Friends, and Family. I want to thank everyone who sent these to me. They made my day (on the various days I got them!)

Love, hugs, and more to come later!

Family time

I have been having a hard time coming up with words lately. I can come up with the topics I want to write about. The things going on around me. Things the kids do that I want to share. Things I see, do, experience. But then I start typing and I can’t think of the words to express what I am thinking and feeling. It’s absurd. I feel so… blah… But not in the ‘I’m in a depressed, not me’ kind of way. I just.. I don’t know. I think I am losing my mind.

This week has been all about family time with Hubs and the kids. After the last few weeks of me being in and out and preoccupied with other things, I decided to devote this week to them. I think I did pretty good. Monday we hung out in the house since it was rainy out and played trains. Tuesday we did some shopping and played trains some more. And blew bubbles in the living room before bed.  I made a point of taking the kids out for a walk on Wednesday. I was amazed with the boys. Nick walked about a half a KM and Alex walked the whole 2 KM’s with me. Without complaining. Yesterday we took the kids into Fredericton and walked around the mall, played in the play area with them. Bought them each a new puzzle for us to do together and bought scrabble for Hubs and I to play. Today we went to the park and played in the backyard. And, played trains. Of course.

Of course, my housework hasn’t been getting done. By the time the kids are in bed, I’m exhausted and just don’t feel like doing it. So there are toys everywhere. But oh well. Maybe I’ll do it tomorrow 😉 There is time for that. I have been enjoying my babies. I realized that they grow up far far far too fast. Zoey is 4 months old today. It feels like just yesterday Hubs and I decided to try for one more baby. Nick is 18 months as of a couple days ago. He is starting to talk more and more. And I started planning Alex’s third birthday today. /sigh/ (His birthday is December 29, but we are planning to have his party on November 30 before everyone is busy with Christmas)

Yesterday Alex was playing trains with Nick when him and I had this conversation:

A: Mom, where’s Henry?
M: huh?
A: I want Henry
M: *light bulb goes off, Henry is a train from Thomas, and not part of his collection* We don’t have Henry
A: Go store and buy him?
M: No. Maybe you can ask Santa for him for Christmas.
A: Go right now?
M: Um.. no… Santa is still sleeping. We’ll have to watch for him to come to the mall.

Then this conversation today:

M: *to hubs* I figure we can do a pirate theme for his birthday party and bbq Hot Dogs. I am only inviting a couple people.
A: Birthday Party! For Alex?
M: Yep. In a couple months.
A: With cake?
M: yep.. Cake, hot dogs, salad, balloons, presents…
M: Um… no… Santa doesn’t bring you presents for your birthday
A: Oh. I want Henry.
M: Maybe someone will buy you him for your birthday.
A: No. Santa buy him.
M: Santa doesn’t buy toys… his elves make them.
A: Laughs

This child of mine. I can’t wait until Nick starts talking.. I’m sure it’ll only get more interesting. Right now, he only says a few words and not in sentence form. Although, he is pretty funny with some of the ways you can see him processing things. Like when he was trying to get between the table and the side of the chair (I have the table pressed against the side of the chair so there was more room on the other side of the table while I was going through clothes) It wasn’t working for him. So I said ‘Nick, you aren’t going to fit in there. There’s no room’ His reaction? Let’s just try to move the table so I can. When he moved the table (it’s not heavy) He gave me the most hilarious ‘I told you so’ look ever. How I wish I had a camera.

But that’s been my week. I am hoping to get some laundry and stuff done this weekend. But I have to be honest.. if the kids want to play, laundry can wait!

Love, hugs and more to come later!


T’s Birth Story


When T was 36 weeks pregnant it was discovered that her blood pressure was high, as far as I could tell, no one was too worried, but it was taken note of. At her 37 week check up her blood pressure was still up and proteins were found in her urine. Due to this, more testing was ordered and she needed to do a 24 hour urine collection and some blood work. At her 38 week check up she was told that the results were not good. It was recommended that she receive a stretch and sweep to try and start up her labor (for anyone who isn’t sure, this means they stretch the cervix as well as do a membrane sweep) and she was told that Baby L was going to be induced the following Tuesday (Sept. 17) and would most definitely be delivered by Thursday (Sept 19).

On Saturday September 14, T asked me to come and sit with her at her house. She was getting back pains, her tummy was tightening and she was losing her mucus plug. But she swore she wasn’t in labor and Baby L wasn’t coming yet. I got to her house around 9 AM. I started timing her contractions for her and they were averaging about 7 minutes apart. Throughout the day, we chatted, watched movies, stalked yummy things on Pinterest and walked in an effort to get her labor going.

Around 1 PM T’s contractions were closer to 5 minutes apart and her back was starting to really hurt her, we alternated resting and walking as much as she was comfortable. By 5 PM her contractions were closer to 4 minutes apart but she didn’t feel she needed to go in for pain, so we continued to wait it out, and did some more walking around the block.

By 7:30 PM her contractions were coming steady about 3-4 minutes apart and lasting about 45 seconds. T was uncomfortable, but was still insistent she wasn’t ready to go in. At 7:50 PM she said she would probably go in, in about an hour. A couple minutes after 8 T stated she was starting to get a headache which was one of those things we were suppose to watch for and call in about because of her blood pressure. After calling the Labor and Delivery unit at the hospital T was asked to come in, so Mr. T got everything ready and we loaded up to go.

When we arrived at the hospital, T had her blood pressure taken as well as some blood drawn to be tested. After being monitored for a little while it was decided that T needed to have Baby L right away, and since her body had already started the process, it made sense to help it along.

T was started on Magnesium Sulfate (to help prevent seizures with her high blood pressure) and Oxytocin to help strengthen the contractions. (her contractions were regular, but not very strong)

I am going to include here, although we found this out later that T had been diagnosed with Toxemia, also known as pre-eclampsia. 

Pre-eclampsia or preeclampsia is a medical condition characterized by high blood pressure and significant amounts of protein in the urine of a pregnant woman. If left untreated, it can develop into eclampsia, the life-threatening occurrence of seizures during pregnancy.
There are many different causes for the condition. It appears likely that there are substances from the placenta that
can cause endothelial dysfunction in the maternal blood vessels of susceptible women.
While blood pressure elevation is the most visible sign of the disease, it involves generalised damage to the maternal endothelium, kidneys, and liver, with the release of vasoconstrictive factors being a consequence of the original damage.
An outdated medical term for pre-eclampsia is toxemia of pregnancy, since it was thought that the condition was caused by toxins.
Pre-eclampsia may develop at any time after 20 weeks of gestation. Pre-eclampsia before 32 weeks is considered early onset, and is associated with increased morbidity. Its progress differs among patients; most cases are diagnosed before labor typically would begin. Pre-eclampsia may also occur up to six weeks after delivery. Apart from Caesarean section and induction of labor (and therefore delivery of the placenta), there is no known cure. It is the most common of the dangerous pregnancy complications; it may affect both the mother and fetus. (Taken from Wikipedia)

Unfortunately T was unable to walk any longer once everything was started as her urine output needed to be monitored and had to have the toxins measured constantly, which meant there needed to be a catheter in place. I don’t think T minded too much though to be honest. Seeing as whenever I suggested walking to her while we were still at home, I was met with resistance and needed a cattle prod to get her up and moving. 😉

After being on the oxytocin for a little while T’s contractions were getting stronger and stronger. At about 11:30 PM breathing through them just wasn’t cutting it anymore and she requested an epidural. (The epidural had been discussed earlier with the OB on call, and it was suggested that she get it. The logic behind the recommendation was the epidural would reduce some of the pain which could keep her blood pressure a little lower) At 12:30 AM the anesthesiologist arrived to give T the epidural and I was kicked out of the room.

A little before 1 AM I was allowed back into the room while T waited for her epidural to take effect. Unfortunately it didn’t work out the first time, but after some adjustments T was able to get through the contractions a little easier. By 1:45 I was absolutely exhausted and couldn’t even stand anymore. T was checked at this time and was 5 cm dilated so I curled up and closed my eyes for a little while.  I got up again at 2:15. T was insistent that no one remind her to breath anymore (I guess the constant reminders were getting annoying, but if she hadn’t been constantly holding her breath….) And since she was feeling a lot of pressure and wanted to push the nurse checked her again. 10 CM!!!! We were ready to get the show on the road.

T started pushing at 2:20 AM. Baby L was born at 3:32 AM. A lot happened in that time frame, and I really don’t remember the times anything happened, just the order.

-I needed to walk out for a couple minutes. I was silly and hadn’t had anything to drink since suppertime and I was a little lightheaded after sleeping. Once I had some orange juice, I was fine! (I only missed about 5 minutes)

-Mr T was staying up near T’s head. Until I could see Baby L’s hair. Then he wanted to see too. What an amazing thing.

-T was tired and just wanted a nap. Thanks to an amazing nurse, T was given the encouragement she needed to keep pushing.

-When Baby L crowned, T was more then ready to get him out. When he was crowned the nurse had me push the call button to alert the OB to get into the room to deliver. T didn’t want to wait. She used her anger and was pushing. The nurse was holding Baby L in so T didn’t push him right out with no one to catch him!  The best line from T all night was easily when she was told to stop pushing until the OB came in ‘Get the f*ck in here, I am pushing him out!’

-The OB barely caught Baby L. I was a little worried.

-I will never forget the look of absolute shock and amazement on  T and Mr. T’s faces when the baby was placed on T. I am sure it is the same look all new mom’s and dad’s have. But since in all my experiences, I have been the mom, it was an amazing thing to see. I wish I’d had a camera to capture it. But T said no pictures!

Baby L is absolutely perfect. I cannot get over how small he is. After he was born, both T and Mr. T were given some skin to skin time. T started breastfeeding him within an hour of giving birth. After he was weighed and swaddled he was moved to the NICU for observation (because of the magnesium sulfate) but T was promised that he would be brought to her for his feedings and whenever she wanted him.

T was kept in labor and delivery and wasn’t allowed visitors for the first day after having Baby L. Unfortunately her blood pressure was still a little high and she needed to be monitored. She was also sent for an EKG and a chest x-ray.

Today, while I am finishing up this account, T’s milk has come in. She is having success with breastfeeding Baby L, but has said she would be struggling if not for the help of Mr. T. She and Baby L are home now and doing great.

Thank you so much to T and Mr T for allowing me to be a part of something so amazing. It was an experience I will never forget. You guys are going to be amazing parents! I can’t wait to get to know Baby L. Also, Alex sends hugs. 

Love, hugs and more to come later!


The Case of the Missing Frog – Conclusion

A little while ago I wrote about how one of the kids three frogs had disappeared. If you missed it, you can read about it here.  

Well, I am happy to say, we found the missing frog. But only because now I’m not scared of picking something up and finding him underneath. 

We are going to call the missing frog #2 and the lone remaining frog in the tank #3. Just so this story is easier to tell. 

So I was watching #3 swim around in the tank. He was acting a little weird with his swimming, but I didn’t think too much of it. I got up to go make lunch and when I came back, #3 was dead. It was the weirdest thing. So I mentioned it to Hubs. Because, I mean, I was JUST watching him swim twenty minutes earlier. 

Hubs came over and removed #3 from the tank. Since (as far as we knew) there weren’t anymore frogs in the tank, we decided to clean it out. Assuming that it must have been something we did causing the frogs to die. 

So in our tank, there is a castle. What we didn’t know when we bought the castle was that there was a hole inside of it going up to one of the towers. When hubs lifted the castle it fell and banged into the bottom of the tank… there was frog #2. 

As far as we can tell it got stuck up there, couldn’t get out to breath, died, and the toxins from that killed #3.

Huh. I have never had this problem with goldfish. Now the tank is cleaned out. And we are going to go into town tomorrow and get the kids some nice, simple goldfish. 

Alex has noticed that the tank is empty and asked where his frogs went. Not an easy conversation to have with a 2 yr old. I decided to keep it simple and tell him that the frogs had to go away.His reply ‘Oh. In P’s (T’s husbands) car?’ (Anytime T is visiting us and her hubs comes to get her, Alex gets upset and says he took her away in his car and we need to go find her. Then when we go out, he watches for a white car and says that we have to get it, Alex is a silly little boy)

Not quite little buddy, but this momma is ready to discuss death. There will be time for that. Lots and lots of time for that. 

How old is an acceptable age to discuss death? Or how old were your kids? 

An Amazing and Exciting Thing Has Happened!!

Oh my gosh Everyone!!! I am so incredibly excited this morning! Exhausted, but so so so excited!!!! 



T HAD HER BABY!!!!!!!!! That doesn’t even come close to the excitement and amazement I feel right now. T had a healthy, adorable little boy at 3:32 this morning (September 15) weighing 7 lbs and 12 oz. T was a superstar and did incredible, and Mr T was just as awesome! (as well as her nurses and Dr!)  Her birth story is coming, but since I just spent 24 hours away from my family and left hubs with the kids, the plan is to devote today to them. But I will start it when they are in bed and share it with you in the next couple days. I can’t wait to write it! 

To T and Mr T, Thank you guys for letting me share this amazing experience. Baby L is absolutely amazing. Welcome to parenthood. I love you both!

Love, hugs and more to come later,