sayonara June..

June 30th, 2011 

I am happily saying goodbye to June.. and hoping July brings us some more sunshine!! and if all else fails.. we are heading to the okanagan in a week! after some wind and rain down here.. we had a ten minute stretch of sunlight that came through the front windows.. so I took full advantage.. 

this is her attempt at fishy lips.. 

 mind the stringy hair.. she woke up sweating.. :)

my sister came down and visit.. and granted me some alone time access.. it was beautiful.. a trip to target to return and purchase some things.. and a quick little jont over to work to enjoy a nice glass of pinot grigio.. i had to stop half way because I could feel it in my legs already.. that and it was noon :0 but it felt great to sit at a bar top.. its a luxury we can no longer enjoy with the two minors in the house.. 

stinker olive was put to bed early and me and the littlest enjoyed her night time bath and cuddles in peace.. and I was able to take a couple snap shots.. which were really hard with a newborn with very little neck strength.. and a one handed camera move.. 

and now a little perogies and so you think you can dance..

"im almost 6 weeks old :0"

its almost summer..(?)

June 29th, 2011 

I have always been obsessed with the weather.. always.. I am lovin Dustins weather app on his phone.. I check it all the time.. my skin is dying for some sun.. dyyying.. I have decided a trip to the old okanagan is in order if I am going to get ANY.. so I am attempting to pack up the love bugs.. and make the probably 7-8 hour trip to Vernon.. GULP..  I am reallynervous.. especially with Olive being potty trained now.. we will definitely be bringing the old singing potty in the trunk.. and the thought of loading and unloading two kids for ME to go to the bathroom makes me sleepy.. but it will be worth it.. and I hope to pack light.. haha..  but we are in desperate need of sun.. sand.. water.. ice cream cones.. and some cousin love.. I made the mistake of telling olive we were going to see heidi and dayton.. and she wants them now!

some pics from our Mc.Donalds date..

this is while we were watching to the older woman pick off her skin tags and throw them on the floor.. while stating that she doesn’t want to look like her mother.. :0

Brixton is slowly starting to find her groove into our little family.. she loves the water.. just like her mama.. and she is starting to sleep longer stretches.. can I get an Amen!!

I still dont know who my chidren look like! I only rarely see myself in Olive.. and I see my brother a LOT in Brixton.. which is always awesome when you are breastfeeding ;)

out for a walk with her daddy.. 

and I am very pleased to announce that new beige baby has gone unnoticed and is right back in her mamas arms where she belongs.. phew.. that was close.. I cant believe how clean and nice smelling this new baby is.. we should replace her every year!

I have mentioned before how Brixton likes her sleep space.. and it is truer then ever.. she will barely nap in her swing downstairs anymore.. I finally put her in the play n pack in our room and she was out like a light for 3 hours.. probably because she never had Olive whipping by her giving her “kisses on the cheeks” and many “hellooooooooo baby seester”

these little feet reminded me of the Wizard of Oz.. haha

Pride..

this is us.. Pride 2009.. 

time to pull out the rainbows!!

I survived pride 2011.. (with two children)..

June 26th, 2011 

represent..

we are back.. and I am happy to say that it was way easier then I thought it would be.. with the estimated 200’000 people kicking around.. the packing up was a doozy.. especially for the what ifs.. but this year I knew that I would not be rocking a sweater vest.. circa 2009.. gulp.. we made it down late.. of course.. but we caught some of the parade and Dust was able to wait in the 30 person line up to get into 7-11.. and we found a nice shady spot to plunk our asses down with some of our friends!

Seattle wasn’t going to let them fly their flag this year.. and it ended up costing them 50 g’s to do it.. I mean really.. I understand paying the wage of the guy that has to take 30 minutes to raise it. but 50’000.. :0  

we used our new sit and stand stroller for this event.. and it was perfect.. any doubt I had about buying this brand.. (well my parents bought it ;) was put to rest when we used it.. olive climbed in and out easily.. lots of storage.. and it had these great side pockets for the items you pull out a million times in one day.. aka phone and wallet.. 

the highlight of my day was definitely the pizza booth we parked our aces beside.. the same place that I drooled over before on a ladies night.. had brought in the same wood fire oven and was pumping out their pizzas.. and I am not ashamed to say I went back for seconds ;)

we just sat.. and relaxed.. and enjoyed some sunshine.. which was beyond foreign to me these days.. the cutest part was Olive dancing.. everywhere! she was that kid in the grass that you see at festivals.. just grooving.. a long way from my little girl who wouldn’t leave my side 5 months ago.. we bought her a shiny rainbow princess wand and she waved her freak flag!

Dust took her to the fountain.. and into the stage dancing area.. and she screamed when she had to leave! 

"no daddy.. I dance"

I think she won over Dustin even more ;)

the low of our day was when we lost “beige baby” she has been olives best friend since her 1st birthday.. she helped us get her ready for baby sister.. she goes on all our walks with us.. and she will not go to sleep without her.. and when we stopped to change brixtons touche under a tree.. beige baby was left.. we never realized until we got home.. we even text our friends to go back and see if she was there.. and let me tell you.. I shed a tear over this.. I clearly have attachment issues.. I am still rockin my bear (his name is Willy) from when I was a wee lass.. and yes.. he is even on the bed.. and comes up for christmas’.. and just knowing that her sweet baby was gone.. and how much she meant to Olive broke my heart.. I raced to walmart when we got home.. and prayed the whole way there that there was another.. I know God has bigger issues to deal with.. but I prayed anyways.. 

and thank the Lord!! there was one.. and let me tell you.. after being thrown in the Mexican pool.. covered in nutri grain bar.. and vomit on.. this baby is a little too clean.. I just hope she doesn’t pick up on that detail :( 

**I now know why parents race out to buy matching goldfish and hamsters.. I cant bear the thought of her face when she gets up from her nap if she realized it 

that is the face of a husband who realized he now has two children and wasnt staying out until the wee hours of the night :( sorry babes.. but we are still in newborn survival mode :S

safe pride everyone!!

how low can I go..

June 25th, 2011 

today was a 2 out of 10 day.. it started early.. which is when my low days happen.. I am getting brixton to bed early.. aka 730.. so instead of putting her to bed at 10pm.. and her waking up twice.. she now technically wakes up three times.. gulp.. and one of them is usually an hour after my head has hit the pillow.. 

I finally managed to take us out for a bite at the good ol Golden Arches.. and we put ourselves in the kids section so the noise would tune out my children.. I don’t know what it is.. but the second I walk into those kid zones.. I feel grimey.. that is the only word to describe it.. and of course Olive wanted to touch walls.. and seats.. and her new bratz doll that came in her happy meal with long black hair ended up everywhere.. but we were out.. and it felt good.. 

we finished off with a nice town center walk and a visit to see the daddy.. 

kisses for baby sister.. 

I also tested out my old save on foods pot pie recipe ( I made them everyday for 2 years) and it wasn’t too shabby.. I just need a nice crust recipe and it would be perfect!

I also had my first brewsky.. I have been wanting a coors light for monthsnow.. and the salt from the pot pie went perfectly with it ;)

time for bed.. 

this is all I have been thinking dreaming about.. (literally)

June 23rd, 2011 

mexico!! the last 3 nights.. 

Greece!! I even started looking at hotels online.. one can dream.. 

and what dream would be complete without this man.. ;)

yes.. every time!! it doesn’t help that I just finished the twilight series again.. 

one month..

June 21st, 2011 (really 22nd)

shes not thrilled to be one month!

yesterday my baby was one month.. but I forgot to take her picture.. and when our house guests arrived.. my mind was focusing on the 5 babies under 3 running around.. and 3 of them were newborns.. :0

and shockingly.. it went off without a hitch.. no babies woke other babies up and no toddlers fought over toddler toys.. it was good! there are absolutely zero pictures to post of the night.. because like I said.. there were 5 babies running around ;)

yesterday was Brixtons one month birthday.. I decided to skip the “4 weeks” and just go for the 21st date.. cause I had a feeling it would get confusing if I tried ;) we are sloooowly crawling out of the eat.. poop. sleep stage.. and there is a lot more looking around.. a couple little coos have escaped from her tiny little body.. and a lot more smiles.. she is loving her own bed.. in her own room.. with her own space.. it is crazy.. I tried to do the “make lots of noise” around her.. and she was having none of it.. this special little soul likes her own environment.. 

as for the mama.. I am starting to feel human again.. I can get off the couch without wondering where my abs went.. I can walk to Bostons without cramping and pain.. and Dustin is actually getting some home cooked meals ;) I milked that one as long as possible.. I feel like I can start getting out of the house without crapping out and needing a nap! life is good.. 

"the most beautiful woman in the world" is pregnant..

there are no words for a title..

June 20th, 2011

today I had a free “pass”.. a get out of the house and do something for yourself pass.. which was perfect.. because my pregnant partner in crime wanted to go for a massage.. (thank you again :) being a person wholoves massages..  I was definitely in.. she received a phone call earlier because the woman had messed up the date.. her name.. and how many people would be there.. (2) it was cleared up.. but when we arrived this morning at 9:50am.. all the information was still missing.. the receptionist had this oh shit look on her face.. she was clearly the only one there.. we waited patiently.. and she told us to follow her.. Nikki went in first.. I stood in the hall way while she greeted the next woman who came in.. (they had also lost her appointment) she then lead me to my room and waved me in.. pointed to the robe.. and those were the only instructions.. I was confused why i was putting a robe on when i was supposed to by lying half naked under a blanket.. but I never questioned it.. so I just stood there.. we have all been there.. that awkward what the heck is going onfeeling of a first time salon.. she came back and lead me through a connecting room with a giant bathtub.. ok.. now I am confused.. then through another room with a giant steam bed thing that domes over you.. all I could see was the 12 inch gap between the machine and the bed.. she signaled my to drop robe.. 

** I would like to insert here that I am all about hanging out there naked and proud.. these are professional woman after all.. but I am 4 weeks postpartum people.. I can barely eye my own self up in the mirror!!

so I took off the robe.. I left on the old maternity undies.. because.. well I am 4 weeks post partum.. she was having none of it.. 

panties off!!

I’m sorry.. “huh” she signaled again.. so I undressed in front of her like I was 5 years old and waited for my next cue.. and she pointed to the 12 inch gap and gave me the get in hand signal.. gulp.. I am half claustrophobic and seeing as I had no idea what was going on.. (we had booked a pedicure and a half hour body massage) I was a tad hesitant.. I heard Nikki laughing 6 doors down through the paper walls.. and realized she was also in the same clueless boat.. 

bad pictures pulled from online.. 

so I climbed in.. I am not that mobile and bendy these days.. due to the big gash under my belly button that a child popped out of.. but I man’d up and climbed in.. this dome thing then comes over my body.. and she leaves the room.. it was at that moment I realize this was a steam bath of some sort.. and the laugh attack starts.. why am I getting a steam bath?  I can now hear my friend laughing and she says “we are supposed to have pedicures and a massage?!”  10 minutes later the door opens. and this woman laughs and tells me to get out.. ok.. so now my sweaty naked postpartum body is standing beside the bed next to this woman.. 

me- excuse me.. can I have my robe please..

her- no (waving me to walk through the rooms)

me- um.. robe please?

her- no

me- ok then.. naked it is.. 

she walks my to the massage table and tells me to lie face up for the pedicure.. given by a random man that has now shown up.. alrighty then.. I have never had a pedicure lying down.. but there is a first for everything..

there was no pedicure..

it was a reflexology foot massage.. and it was good! all different parts of my body were aching with each touch.. but when he grabbed each toe yanking and cracking them out of socket.. I had to bite my lip.. the laughter was starting again.. he then tossed my feet back and forth really fast and starting reefing on my feet.. i almost flew off the bed..

then he left.. 

and I sat there.. waiting.. 

in walks the receptionist.. aka.. my masseuse.. flips me over.. ( I think she has seem more of my body than Dustin these days ;) and starts to attack.. I have not lied on my c section scar yet.. and it was surprisingly comfortable.. it was my new set of breastfeeding boobs that was another story.. the milk came in and it was hard to have her massage the crap out of my back.. which I did forget about fast.. because she whipped my blanket off and my ass was just sitting there out and about for the world to see..  at one point of the massage.. she crawled onto the table.. just like in the movies.. over me on all fours pushing out knots and kinks that I don’t think will ever return.. it was amazing.. my 12 appointments at Massage Envy had nothing on this 30 minute session.. then she left.. not saying bye or all done.. so I lied there.. she returned 5 minutes later with hot towels.. and scrubbed me.. scrubbed me like I was her daughter and she was giving me a bath after playing in the mud all day.. it felt weird..

though not as weird as the noises I heard coming from the next room over (the bathtub room) that now was occupied (my robe was still in there FYI) and through the thin crack in the doors.. ( I had to look ) a woman was getting bathed by the masseuse.. it blew my mind.. I would never think ever to be bathed by another human being besides my husband ;) while I layed in the water.. 

I made my way out to the reception area.. stoned.. waiting for Nikki to emerge.. she crawled out.. and we just looked at each other.. she had never had a massage before and didnt know what to expect.. we walked out the doors and just burst into laughter.. like high school.. funniest thing in the world laughter.. and compared our most random massages.. and yes.. she never got her robe back either.. 

of all the massages I have ever had.. this was the most very random one to date.. and I will most likely be back ;) they are having a killer summer special.. and there is something called a head scraping that I am curious about!!

there are no words for a title..

June 20th, 2011

today I had a free “pass”.. a get out of the house and do something for yourself pass.. which was perfect.. because my pregnant partner in crime wanted to go for a massage.. (thank you again :) being a person wholoves massages..  I was definitely in.. she received a phone call earlier because the woman had messed up the date.. her name.. and how many people would be there.. (2) it was cleared up.. but when we arrived this morning at 9:50am.. all the information was still missing.. the receptionist had this oh shit look on her face.. she was clearly the only one there.. we waited patiently.. and she told us to follow her.. Nikki went in first.. I stood in the hall way while she greeted the next woman who came in.. (they had also lost her appointment) she then lead me to my room and waved me in.. pointed to the robe.. and those were the only instructions.. I was confused why i was putting a robe on when i was supposed to by lying half naked under a blanket.. but I never questioned it.. so I just stood there.. we have all been there.. that awkward what the heck is going onfeeling of a first time salon.. she came back and lead me through a connecting room with a giant bathtub.. ok.. now I am confused.. then through another room with a giant steam bed thing that domes over you.. all I could see was the 12 inch gap between the machine and the bed.. she signaled my to drop robe.. 

** I would like to insert here that I am all about hanging out there naked and proud.. these are professional woman after all.. but I am 4 weeks postpartum people.. I can barely eye my own self up in the mirror!!

so I took off the robe.. I left on the old maternity undies.. because.. well I am 4 weeks post partum.. she was having none of it.. 

panties off!!

I’m sorry.. “huh” she signaled again.. so I undressed in front of her like I was 5 years old and waited for my next cue.. and she pointed to the 12 inch gap and gave me the get in hand signal.. gulp.. I am half claustrophobic and seeing as I had no idea what was going on.. (we had booked a pedicure and a half hour body massage) I was a tad hesitant.. I heard Nikki laughing 6 doors down through the paper walls.. and realized she was also in the same clueless boat.. 

bad pictures pulled from online.. 

so I climbed in.. I am not that mobile and bendy these days.. due to the big gash under my belly button that a child popped out of.. but I man’d up and climbed in.. this dome thing then comes over my body.. and she leaves the room.. it was at that moment I realize this was a steam bath of some sort.. and the laugh attack starts.. why am I getting a steam bath?  I can now hear my friend laughing and she says “we are supposed to have pedicures and a massage?!”  10 minutes later the door opens. and this woman laughs and tells me to get out.. ok.. so now my sweaty naked postpartum body is standing beside the bed next to this woman.. 

me- excuse me.. can I have my robe please..

her- no (waving me to walk through the rooms)

me- um.. robe please?

her- no

me- ok then.. naked it is.. 

she walks my to the massage table and tells me to lie face up for the pedicure.. given by a random man that has now shown up.. alrighty then.. I have never had a pedicure lying down.. but there is a first for everything..

there was no pedicure..

it was a reflexology foot massage.. and it was good! all different parts of my body were aching with each touch.. but when he grabbed each toe yanking and cracking them out of socket.. I had to bite my lip.. the laughter was starting again.. he then tossed my feet back and forth really fast and starting reefing on my feet.. i almost flew off the bed..

then he left.. 

and I sat there.. waiting.. 

in walks the receptionist.. aka.. my masseuse.. flips me over.. ( I think she has seem more of my body than Dustin these days ;) and starts to attack.. I have not lied on my c section scar yet.. and it was surprisingly comfortable.. it was my new set of breastfeeding boobs that was another story.. the milk came in and it was hard to have her massage the crap out of my back.. which I did forget about fast.. because she whipped my blanket off and my ass was just sitting there out and about for the world to see..  at one point of the massage.. she crawled onto the table.. just like in the movies.. over me on all fours pushing out knots and kinks that I don’t think will ever return.. it was amazing.. my 12 appointments at Massage Envy had nothing on this 30 minute session.. then she left.. not saying bye or all done.. so I lied there.. she returned 5 minutes later with hot towels.. and scrubbed me.. scrubbed me like I was her daughter and she was giving me a bath after playing in the mud all day.. it felt weird..

though not as weird as the noises I heard coming from the next room over (the bathtub room) that now was occupied (my robe was still in there FYI) and through the thin crack in the doors.. ( I had to look ) a woman was getting bathed by the masseuse.. it blew my mind.. I would never think ever to be bathed by another human being besides my husband ;) while I layed in the water.. 

I made my way out to the reception area.. stoned.. waiting for Nikki to emerge.. she crawled out.. and we just looked at each other.. she had never had a massage before and didnt know what to expect.. we walked out the doors and just burst into laughter.. like high school.. funniest thing in the world laughter.. and compared our most random massages.. and yes.. she never got her robe back either.. 

of all the massages I have ever had.. this was the most very random one to date.. and I will most likely be back ;) they are having a killer summer special.. and there is something called a head scraping that I am curious about!!

part 2..

today was daddy’s day.. so we ventured out.. gulp.. it takes forever these days.. I feel like an amateur.. I forget what I need when I leave my safetyzone of the town center! but it was daddy’s day.. and he wanted wings and beer.. and so.. we went to the wing dome! 

so we packed up the babies.. and went.. and it was good! it has been a while since I have had wings down here this great.. I went with the parmesan cheese wings.. (breastfeeding :( .. and they were yummy.. all Dust wanted was a pitcher of beer and wings.. and he ate wings! he isaddicted.. 

he is always so embarrassed when I take pictures.. but I know he will love it in 49 years when we are decorating for our 50th anniversary party! and these gems are gracing the walls ;)

the babies did good.. well until I dropped the soother on the dirt floor.. olive wanted to walk around.. dust had hot wing hands.. so everything fell on me.. and B wanted to be held.. gulp.. we have those “why do we even attempt this” moments.. but at the end of the day.. you at least have to try!!

thank you for the hair clip sierra :)

I think one of the highlights was the pickle chips.. sour hamburger pickles.. flash fried in batter with a parmesan sauce.. I am just glad I never discovered these while preggo!

we made it home in one piece.. turned on the tv to shawshank.. ahh.. that movie.. i can never turn it off!! 

you get busy living.. or you get busy dying.. 

the daddy just returned with vanilla ice cream and a milk chocolate almond hershey bar.. and its couch time!!

I think his fathers day kicked my mothers days ass!! well it wasn’t hard.. I was uber preggo and could barely function ;)

this is how I end up in photos these days.. always the photographer..

and here’s a picture for the cheap seats in the back.. because Canadian chicks rule!!

happy fathers day!

happy daddy day..

daily inspiration..

back to my babies.. 

101 in 1001

updates.. 

#2- have another baby..  yup.. did that one.. 

#7- go to oregon..

#15- cook more dinners..  Im a tryin ;)

#33- potty train olive.. 

#57- throw away crap I never use.. this one would be nesting.. 

#73- take time and let my body heal after baby.. its been hard.. and I have been hard on myself.. but I am taking it a lot slower this time around.. 

#84- get olive off bottles.. this one was way easier then I thought.. theeaster bunny took them and left her chocolate ;)

I had to scratch #94- have a vaginal birth.. that one will never happen now.. so I need to find another new 101.. 

and I added #47- make a mean omelet.. if anyone has any advice or tips or certain equipment.. it would be greatly appreciated.. I love a nice omelet.. and I can never turn the thing over.. and always add too many eggs.. 

a day in the life..

June 17th, 2011

a baby who is more and more awake in the day.. 

google eyes.. my favorite!

wants to be like mama.. 

breakfast for dinner.. (daddys at work ;)

ice cream treats for the first born.. 

;)

in the words of Mrs. Rosse.. crushin’