Random Thoughts From a Mommy

Remember how a couple weeks after Mackenzie was born, she refused the boob because she got used to the bottle? Then after much persistence (actually, it was only about 2-3 weeks, but at the time, it felt like an eternity), she went back on the boob and we never really used a bottle again. This week, we decided that in order for us to go on date nights any longer than 2 hours at a time, we have to reintroduce the bottle to Mackenzie. Results? Epic Fail. She absolutely refuses the bottle, which means, no extended date night until she weans off the boob. And really, I feel like this is a preview of what is to come when she weans. I feel like she won't want to take the bottle at all when the time comes. Great. Because I have an interview for a part time job on Tuesday. We're gonna keep trying the bottle on the night time feed, but if we can't get her on in the next couple of weeks, my itch to get out of the house a few hours a week is gone. And this part time job p

It was a year ago yesterday that we found out we were going to be parents! It's hard to believe it's been that long, can you? I've been blogging consistently for a year! (this is a record for me. I've had numerous blogs but none lasted like this one) A year ago, I was thinking about whether we were having a boy or a girl (my suspicion was a boy), whether I would last the whole 10 months (I thought the time was going by so slowly), what we were going to name the baby (if it was a girl, we were going to name her Molly), the list goes on. If you told me that we would end up in Vancouver a year later, I probably would've told you you were crazy. Here we are now, with a 3.5 month old. Time is going by so fast and I can't imagine ever naming Mackenzie Molly. Life would've been so different had we stayed in Edmonton. What will I be saying a year from now?

I was reading back some of my blog posts, and well, some of you might think my mom is just plain crazy. And she is. She still has her days where she thinks Mack is dying from cying. She still panicks when Mackenzie's face turns read from wailing on top of her lungs. She told us to feed her eye yolk once a week when she turned 3 months because that would decrease chances of allergies. (There's no proof of this scientifically at all. But we did it anyway, because well....just incase) But I think that's just what grandmas do. I probably don't give my mom enough credit though. She is more than the silly stories you hear from me. When Bryan and I decided to move back to Vancouver, my mom took both of us in, no questions asked. She even took in our cat Lilo, even though she already had 3 at the time (as I write, she's down to 1 plus my cat. It was tragic, and timing was horrible). And when we moved, she didn't freak out like I thought she might. Even to this

We went camping last week. It was for church and Bryan and I were chaperones. And it was really close to home. Still, we were roughing it in outhouses and tents. We even had to bring our own water. This is a big deal when you have a 3-month old with you. All the kids LOVED Mackenzie. Everyone wanted a turn to hold her and to play with her. Mackenzie in turn loved the attention back! Sure, she had her moments because she didn't want to sleep (are you kidding me mom? There's way too much to see for me to close my eyes even for a second!). But overall, she was a trooper. That was, until we were going to bed for the night. I don't know if it was because the kids were still up until 4 in the morning chatting (when I was 14, staying up until 4 was fun), or if it's because Bryan and I were on an uncomfortable air mattress and Mackenzie was squeezed in the middle, or what. But Mackenzie did not enjoy sleeping in a tent. Actually, at one point, she was wailing for half

Remember during week 21 of my pregnancy when I thought about worst case scenerios? I am definitely a lot less dramatic these days about what's the worst that could happen. But that doesn't mean they don't happen. I go to my April 2011 mommy forum and have read 2 babies who have passed away. One almost immediately after she was born, and one at 11 weeks. One of my friends who was expecting her third just found out that she had a false pregnancy (yes, they do happen. The embryo was missing half of its DNA and couldn't grow). My pregnancy was amazing, despite the first 20 weeks of being really sick. My delivery was awesome, despite the 27 hours of labor. So at the end of the day, I know just how lucky we are to have Mackenzie with us, healthy and bright as can be. There probably isn't a day that goes by without me thanking God for giving us the opportunity to teach and learn from our little girl. Then I read about the moms who can't breastfeed. And I count m

Uh...so, I finally started losing my hair this past week. Every mom warned me about this. And I wasn't too concerned. I was a hair loser before I was pregnant and it didn't freak me out then, so I anticipated it would just be a little bit worse now. Only, it's a lot worse. I'm not freaking out over how much I've lost. Because I have quite a bit of hair. I know it'll grow back. But do you know how hard it is to clean up hair? I'd be surprised if we don't need draino by next week! And it's a waste really - I wish I could make a wig out of it. I mean, that's how much I'm losing. That's how much I have to throw away. And to make it worse, I'm only losing all my natural color hair. My greys? Well, they're staying put. They're like weeds that will never go away. Ugh! My whole head is turning grey and that's probalby what's freaking me out the most. I'm only thirty. I do not need to look like I'm fourty overnight.