Cow Milk Drinker

We have achieved cow's milk drinking status here at the Wilson household! Thank god, cause formula is really freaking expensive. Only now I have no idea how to go about giving him beverages while we are out.

Do they just drink water and eat regular food? Is milk just for home?  I am not about to carry a cooler in my already heavy and gigantic purse, thank you very much.

I really hope that nursing will be easier the second time around, because we've spent hundreds of dollars on formula in the last 6 months. However, I would've paid a thousand dollars for the peace of mind it gave me, since I had no more excruciatingly painful plugged ducts.

Time really seems to be racing by. Small Human uses a cup now, along with his bottles. Every time I lay eyes on him he looks taller. One day, he won't be my baby anymore. He'll be a big man, who lives far away with his family somewhere.

OMIGOD I'M GOING TO CRY.

As usual, I am getting ahead of myself. I need to breathe, live in the moment, and remember that our next step is learning how to sit in a Noah-sized chair without falling on one's face. We're still, thankfully, far from his college years. Right??

Have a lovely weekend everybody, and happy February!

Ahhhhh!

Being a goof at the spa

I went for a 90 minute facial on Wednesday morning. It. Was. Glorious. I know you're probably thinking, "What the heck can they even do to your face for that long?!" It actually included a leg, foot, arm, hand, and decolletage massage too, as well as some fun, girly conversation.

I walked out feeling refreshed, relaxed, polished and very well moisturized! Where was Small Human? Hanging out with his homies of course. My friend generously offered to watch Noah while I got pampered and it was kinda amazing, I'm not gonna lie.

Thank you so much Robyn, I look forward to when I may reciprocate! (Soon, go pamper yourself woman.)

Noah freaked out for a bit once he realized I had left-left, but apparently, all it takes is a few snacks to make him forget all about that lady named Momie.

All in all, I had a wonderful day. Even though I badly injured my knee later that evening on the door frame. My door frames are deadly I tell ya, I broke my toe on one 3 years ago.

Today I learned three things: It's good for Noah and I to be apart sometimes; friends are golden and wonderful; don't attack walls, cause you will always lose.

I received this picture via text message when my facial was done and I burst out laughing!

Story Hour

Noah and I went to toddler story time yesterday morning with our friends, and I think the actual story part was lost on him. He loves being around lots of people, especially bigger kids, so he still enjoyed himself immensely.

My Small Human really loved dancing during the song portion, but was most interested in going up to the windows and looking out. He made friends with some older boys while he was there. They were hugging and patting each other on the back, it was stupidly cute.

Look at these hilarious creatures!

At one point, Noah was stuck in a toddler mob that was furiously trying to return all the "egg" music shakers, and I got a little nervous! But the crowd dispersed and he was just standing there, a little confused but happy, still clutching his egg.

Always at the window

I quickly discovered that he likes crowds. This is not a good thing, as he somehow managed to get himself stuck in the middle of a group of parents and kids that were leaving story time and headed straight for the stairs! He is never afraid to be without me when we are out in public, which scares the living daylights out of me. I let out a panicked, "Noah!!" and a bunch of the moms let me through and helped me herd my little lamb.

"Bye momie, I'm off to explore the world."

This boy keeps me on my toes, but we always manage to avoid disaster and have ourselves some fun. Just another regular day, I suppose!

House Hunting Update

Well, we got totally blown out of the water on this one by a hundred thousand dollars. Yup, a company had their eye on the property so we didn't have a chance. Ah well, on to the next one!

What's funny is that we're really not that picky. We are more than willing to buy a house that needs work. It doesn't have to be new, it just has to have good bones and no major problems. The hot properties always have brand new kitchens and bathrooms, and we're willing to do the work ourselves for a lower price tag.

The only thing we're standing ground on is location. I have never lived in the suburbs. Not once in my life. Brendan grew up in the suburbs, but quickly realized after living in the city, that city living was what he preferred. Yes, we know that it's more expensive.

Having to drive everywhere to get anything or anywhere makes me want to blow my brains out, and I'm sorry, but I won't be convinced otherwise. The school district that we are in now has the best elementary school hands down, but unfortunately, buying in this neighbourhood is a bit out of the question. Macklemore lives right by us for crying out loud.

Life is good now though, I guess we'll just continue to save and look. We're renting in a great area, have a cute little apartment, and live near a plethora of amenities and parks and fun places for Noah to play in. So we aren't desperate and destitute, but it would be nice to have a place to truly call our own.

Thank you all for your good vibes and prayers! xoxo

House Hunting Wilsons

I know that most of the time people shouldn't complain, but because many of us are regular, sometimes emotionally immature human beings, it's in our nature to even if things are not so bad.

We are currently the perfect example of this. I am totally stressed out because we have been house hunting for almost a whole year now, and we still haven't found anything. We put an offer on a house last March and lost to a lower bid with a cash offer.

That whole experience was heart-wrenching because it was our first time, so we really imagined ourselves living there and raising Small Human there. Plus we had paid for a sewer scope and pre-inspection, which made it feel like we got mugged, walking away with $500 less in our pockets and yet no house. 

Now we are doing it again. We actually found a house in our current neighborhood and in our price range, which is virtually unheard of. I'm trying to tell myself that there is no way in hell we are going to get it in this market. I feel almost like I'm playing hard to get with this house in my head. "I like you, let's get serious, but no big deal if you're not that into me, I didn't like you that much anyway."

It's ridiculous, it's like this imaginary psychological game. Trying to buy a house can make you clinically insane. 

You just can't help but visualize it though, and that's not a bad thing since you need to be able to see yourselves living there or you wouldn't be interested in the first place. The house would need quite a bit of work to make it our dream house, but it's perfectly livable. I'll still be sad if we don't get it, but I will probably barf and be really excited if we do get it!

Okay universe, I'm just putting it out there that Noah, Brendan and I would like the right house for our family. Something we can grow into and really call our home. Also, something that does not require a major bidding war would be great. Gah.

Noah's also unimpressed by this seller's market

Age Ain't Nothing But a Number...

Do you know how I know I'm old? I just added to my collection of Le Creuset enameled cast iron cookware. Not just that, but I swooned and gazed at it lovingly when it arrived today. It's actually got exponential wonderfulness because it's a 2 in 1 pot and pan, and in the original Le Creuset fiery orange colour, AND it was on sale. Look how cute:

But hold on a minute, I am late to the party cause I never knew that you could put them in the dishwasher. I got so excited that I danced a little.

What?!?!

Oh man, I don't know what to cook first! And that is the story of how Lilibeth realized that she was old.

Have a great weekend everybody!

Strangely Unfit

I am no stranger to working out hard. I am familiar with the ache you get in your muscles when it's been a long time since you've been truly active. I even know the difference between that feeling and the one you get if you've overdone it.

This pain I am experiencing however, is a new one. It almost feels like a post surgery, scary kind of pain, and I don't like it. The scary pain is mostly in my lower abdomen, even though my entire body is sore. I suppose it makes sense, since that area gets the weakest during pregnancy from the ab muscles getting stretched out so much.

I actually scared myself because I was touching my belly and it felt like I had squishy chicken nuggets in there. I am pretty certain they are fat pockets, which grossed me out and yet gave me a sense of relief. Ah, but my belly used to be so awesome! I was very proud of it's taught, flat state. I will get it back before I get pregnant again. I do not want fat nuggets anymore.

Seeing my friends lose weight and get fit has been really inspiring, too! (Jen, Rachel, Robyn, Charlene) Thank you friends, for going after your goals! Keep up the great work, I'll be following behind you!

This is a nice way to ease into working out postpartum