tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60088283830841424952024-02-18T22:55:56.567-08:00Shel's Rambling ThoughtsEverything from daily contemplations to motherhood ramblings to grieving for my catShelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12304958622150259894noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008828383084142495.post-6513891300574801352011-04-21T21:22:00.000-07:002011-04-21T21:22:41.406-07:00Question about Blog Posts<i>What are you interested in reading about, in my blog?</i> <br />
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I am curious what my limited following is interested in.<br />
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I feel like my blog needs a change.<br />
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Here are my thoughts:<br />
1. Create Four separate blogs:<br />
a. Motherhood Stories - pics, videos and stories about my boy<br />
b. Art Projects - pics, stories, feedback requests on past and ongoing art projects<br />
c. Coaching Journey - thoughts that I want to share during my experience with coaching<br />
d. Rambling Thoughts - just that, random things that are on my mind <br />
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2. Continue with having all jammed into one blog, but not to hesitate in posting random things when they come to mind. I find myself not posting stuff because I am worried it will not be interesting. I have found some AMAZING blogs and find myself comparing.<br />
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I would love some feedback and ideas. If I am going to continue with this, it needs to be "on purpose".Shelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12304958622150259894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008828383084142495.post-4786798956672512032011-03-28T13:19:00.000-07:002011-03-28T13:19:31.856-07:00Our Encounter with Friendly Fireman BobThe other day, Chase and I were out for a walk. Chase was being persnickety because of those beautiful new pearly whites trying to break through. As I crossed the street, I noticed a firetruck coming our way. I turned the stroller around and squatted down beside Chase to show him. They put their lights on and honked the horn. Very cool. But, the fun didn't stop there. The firetruck then PULLED OVER. No kidding.<br />
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Bob, the friendly fireman, jumped out and offered to have Chase go in the truck. Such a totally cool experience. True to form, I got all misty. Luckily, my glasses are transition lenses, so the tears were not visible to the men in uniform.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bob, the friendly Fireman</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My little monkey, being so brave!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The firetruck, really quite big when you see it up close</td></tr>
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<div style="text-align: center;">This was a wonderful experience and I am grateful! </div>Shelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12304958622150259894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008828383084142495.post-74966715259014178932011-03-10T15:03:00.000-08:002011-03-10T15:03:57.699-08:00Oh Nap Time - Where Art Thou?Dear Beloved Nap Time,<br />
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How I miss you so. The times where we were able to journal, talk on the phone, have a shower and get ready for the day, in peace. I missed you dearly while I was eating lunch today. Chase misses you too. He is so tired without you. He wishes you would keep visiting twice a day, but understands that times change. <br />
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We both sincerely hope that you return to a scheduled time. We accept that you will probably only visit once a day, but please, please come back.<br />
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Love,<br />
ShelShelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12304958622150259894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008828383084142495.post-11529123981904497652011-02-25T10:37:00.000-08:002011-02-25T10:37:31.730-08:001st Hair CutWho knew a hair cut could be such a big deal?<br />
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I took Chase for his first hair cut on Wednesday. We went to a kid's salon, where the chairs are special vehicles and there are TV screens at every mirror. Chase sat in Thomas the train. They put a movie in and started cutting. He was somewhat oblivious to the cutting, watching the TV and marveling at his Grandma and I. We were being a gooey and mushy, because he was getting his first hair cut. Grandma was playing the role of the paparazzi, taking all kinds of photos and videos.<br />
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My little guy looked very handsome with his new hairdo. The stylist even put some gel in!! <br />
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I never would have guessed that I could be so emotional over something as simple as a haircut. It was a right of passage for Chase. Another milestone in his little life.Shelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12304958622150259894noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008828383084142495.post-41158212474014813662011-02-23T14:40:00.000-08:002011-02-23T14:40:48.221-08:00Cheese!Chase smiled for the camera for the first time. Oh, we have captured him smiling, but that's not the same. This time he saw I had the camera, crawled over, got as close as possible, waited until it was pointed at him and then smiled, this great big beautiful smile.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here he is crawling over to me</td></tr>
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</tbody></table>Isn't that one of the most beautiful, precious, sincere smiles ever?Shelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12304958622150259894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008828383084142495.post-54866204445988992932011-02-21T15:29:00.000-08:002011-02-21T19:31:54.366-08:00When did you last play?Can you remember a time when you let go of everything and just played?<br />
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Watching my son play is like magic. He just gets lost in his own little world. Today I sat out of view and peeked in on him. Each time he was deeply involved in something grande. I have noticed that when I am in the room, he is super conscious of where I am and what I am doing, as though I am a distraction. When I moved around the corner to the diningroom and spied on him, it was a completely different story.<br />
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Since he is nearly 10 months old, it is fascinating to think of his little imagination. Is he exploring? Is he imagining something? What is happening in his little brain?<br />
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So, I learn from Chase. I learn to live in the now. I learn to pay attention to the moment. I learn the value of letting go and playing.Shelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12304958622150259894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008828383084142495.post-68212555066407602342011-02-16T15:19:00.000-08:002011-02-16T15:19:11.773-08:00CrawlingMy son is crawling now. He has been on the move for over a week now. It is amazing watching him explore and discover new things. All the tiny little specks of something on the floor, the bottom of the high chair, the heat register, the springy door stop. As he crawls, every fourth stride, his little right leg pops out for some added boost. When he is trying to go fast, this sends him off to sideways, like a crab.<br />
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It also funny watching him decide that he is quite ready for food. He sits where ever he is and vocalizes. If his food isn't quite ready, he will make his way around the island to be right by my feet. He looks up to me and hollers. I translate it to, "where's my food, woman!" Then when my charming little man is finished, he says "all done", but it sounds more like "aiy dun". <br />
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Oh, I'm a proud Mama.Shelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12304958622150259894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008828383084142495.post-78461164738377721802011-02-10T15:27:00.000-08:002011-02-10T15:27:15.847-08:00TrustI did it...I made the time to journal, and you know what came out of it? The emptying of my mind, freeing of my thoughts, purging, brought forth that I need to change my thinking. I need a new mantra. The way for me to break through this barrier of my mind I need to apply some elbow grease and change my thought patterns.<br />
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Original thoughts: "No, I want to be home with my baby!!" or "What am I doing, starting a new business now?"<br />
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New pattern: Trust<br />
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One word, so simple. Trust that I can do this. Trust that I will make sure that my child is well taken care of. Trust that my good business sense will translate to a success. Trust.<br />
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So, when the negative or resistant thoughts enter my mind, I will simple take a breath and say "trust".<br />
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Do you have a mantra? Shelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12304958622150259894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008828383084142495.post-48684937542377540202011-02-03T16:23:00.000-08:002011-02-03T16:36:33.317-08:00Change is a Comin'My son is 9 months old now. I am planning for when my maternity leave is over, in 3 months. My logical self says that this should be exciting. New times, new adventures... My mommy self says, noooooooooooo, I don't want this wonderful utopia of mommydom to end. My creative self says, get in your studio and paint woman! My business self says that my idea is completely viable and I should go for it. My true Shelley self is just plain nervous. I think I can feel that I am following the right path, but am I? I supposed I won't know until I try.<br />
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I am planning to start a new business, offering personal/life coaching to individuals and groups. I want to work with a local society that trains, provides financial support and continuing business support for nearly one year. This program will be full time schooling for nearly 3 months. I have to apply and jump through a few different series of hoops in order to get accepted. I have to be truly committed to making this change before I will be successful at making it.<br />
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I also have to find a daycare for my son. This is scary because someone else will be caring for him the majority of the time. It will be good for his development, though. Especially socially. We don't get very much social time with other children right now. Daycare is quite expensive, so this is an additional financial commitment to making a change.<br />
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So...I feel nervous and uncertain. I want to feel excited and empowered. What I need to work on is how to get from how I feel now, to how I want to feel. As I commented on someone else's blog this morning...time to get out the journal.<br />
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When you have a barrier of the mind to work through, what do you do?Shelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12304958622150259894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008828383084142495.post-464697315163342602011-01-10T13:57:00.000-08:002011-01-10T15:07:21.220-08:00Can you feel the rhythm?Being by myself is wonderful. Truly by myself. There isn't someone in the next room. Well, actually my son is home, but he is napping. Somehow I feel lighter and more motivated when there is no one else home. Why is that? Perhaps it is because it is just my energy in here. Perhaps it is because I give myself permission to do what I want without worrying about other peoples expectations.<br />
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Today I feel like dancing. I have some funky music playing over satellite, the "Chill Lounge" and I feel like closing my eyes and just moving to the music.<br />
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Maybe I will...but I will have to close the blinds first.<br />
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Do you ever feel this way? Would you close the blinds?Shelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12304958622150259894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008828383084142495.post-21960807460983447922011-01-03T19:55:00.000-08:002011-01-03T19:55:14.663-08:00Santa is Scary?Okay, this Christmas season is officially over. Its time to take the decorations down. Part of me doesn't want to. I love how it looks and I simply love the season. At the same time, I am really ready to get back to "normal". I have been coming up with all kinds of excuses not to take it all down. Maybe its also part laziness. <br />
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So, as a final ode to Christmas, I will post my all time favourite picture of my son during this festive season. Now, you may think me a bad mom for loving this, but I simply can't help it. I wonder, do all babies cry at Santa? Chase was seriously afraid of him. I snapped two pictures quickly, before going to comfort him.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh dear, check out those tears...poor guy was very afraid of Santa.</td></tr>
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It was our son's first Christmas. He is only 8 months old, so he thought the lights were cool and he really enjoyed tearing the paper off of the first 3 presents. Other than that, he didn't really seem to into it. Next year will be a different story, I am sure. I found a big difference in myself though. I was more excited and wanted to play with and set up all of his new toys. It was like the child inside of me blossomed even more.<br />
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We also hosted our first big turkey dinner. It was a marathon event, starting two weeks before with planning. My husband was the head chef. Cooking, shopping and co-ordinating. He did a fabulous job. Our meal was delicious and we didn't forget anything. R did burn his finger though. He now has a 1" by 0.5" blister on his middle finger.<br />
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As with a lot of family events, we also had some drama. One family member was absolutely miserable and tarnished the evening. She was selfish, negative and sat at the table scowling and not eating. It was very hard not to say anything to her because if we did, she would want to leave, which would mean someone would have to take her home. The next day my heart ached all day. I have been working on letting it go, but think I will have to say something, once I am no longer emotionally charged.<br />
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This morning I have been programming Chase's "My Pal Scout" toy. Very cool. I can't wait to play with it (hahahahahahahahaha). Really, are the toys for him, or us?<br />
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Merry Christmas!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Shelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12304958622150259894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008828383084142495.post-76041715837871972732010-12-23T00:00:00.000-08:002010-12-23T00:00:06.843-08:00Granny Christmas Gift ProjectI have made DVD's for the grandparents of my videos over the last 8 months of my son's little life. It has been a great Christmas project. I have had to watch a lot of baby movies, all of them actually. Then I even did some intentional video recording to show a "day in the life of Chase". It starts with me getting him first thing in the morning, showing his great big "good morning Mama" smile I get everyday. It ends with me breastfeeding him in the rocking chair and putting him in his bed.<br />
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Now I am making DVD cases out of paper. I found the coolest little website showing how to make one out of a normal piece of paper. <br />
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Great little project!<br />
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Or really, more accurately, why does it take so long for me to fall to sleep? I lay in bed and try all of the tricks I have ever been taught to fall to sleep. Lately, I have been putting off going to bed because if I go to bed super late, I seem to fall asleep right away. The only fall back is less sleep. Its not really an answer at all, but it seems better than just laying there.<br />
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Oh, do I miss the feeling of crawling into bed, feeling cozy and shutting my eyes to instantly pass into the world of peace and rest.Shelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12304958622150259894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008828383084142495.post-15090895102529837402010-12-09T14:21:00.000-08:002010-12-09T14:21:53.599-08:00Festive Decorating<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>I love Christmas!</b></span></div><br />
Now my tree is up and both my buffet and my mantel are decorated. This year I have gone for the unbreakable tree. All of my decorations that are unbreakable are on the tree and the rest are safely still in the boxes. This is "just in case" my monkey or someone else's little monkey, accidentally pull the tree down. I think it looks good. It was fun going through the decorations with that new perspective. <br />
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All of the red and white pillows on the tree are from my Aunty Mary Ellen. Every year, during my childhood and teen years, she cross stitched a little christmas pillow. They were different each year. This year, I received one for my son in the mail. It made me quite emotional. I never expected her to do it for the grandbabies too...that's a lot of pillows to stitch! The pillow she made for my monkey has the Olympic mitten, Believe and his name... very cute.<br />
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The picture of my mantel didn't look very good, so I am not posting it, but here is the buffet.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Merry Christmas World!!!</span></b></div>Shelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12304958622150259894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008828383084142495.post-59460660623755354082010-11-29T20:03:00.000-08:002010-11-29T20:03:32.690-08:00Dark, Ugly ThingCancer seems like such a dark and hideous thing. It would be healthier to think of it as just a name assigned to malfunctioning cells. Something that has many different shapes and forms, with many outcomes, lots of them positive. But, still, I find it dark and ugly.<br />
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I know people who have concurred cancer, people who live with cancer, people who are dying from cancer and people who have died from cancer. When people battle and get better, it seems it could be positive. But it doesn't feel that way. For the people who live with cancer, I wonder if they feel that word is attached to them, like the cancer itself. A label stuck there, kept secret from strangers. A label that causes some people to feel sympathy, some people to act strange and other people to pull away.<br />
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Right now my heart aches because of cancer. My Aunt is very sick with it and has been "dying" for the last three years. She isn't surviving cancer, she isn't living with cancer, she is dying from it. The doctors told her three years ago that, with chemo, she would have six months to a year. She did the treatment and suffered through its consequences. I wonder, if the doctors did not give her a timeline, if she would have lived with the cancer instead. She has been so sick and her family has struggled with the lengthening time of loss. A loss of how and who she used to be and the future loss of her life.<br />
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Why. Why did the doctors give her an expiry date? Would her quality of life over the last three years have been different without this big, looming, "you should be dead" thing over her head and in the hearts of her family. Why did the treatment lengthen her life so long? Can it be too long? Is it wrong to wish her to be at peace and not suffering anymore?<br />
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Sometimes I wonder if what I am feeling is anger, but I think not. I think I am sad. I am sad for her, I am sad for those that help care for her, I am sad for her sons and grandchildren, I am sad for everyone who's hearts and souls are a little more tarnished with this dying from cancer. This ugly dark thing.<br />
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What do you think? Am I wrong for having these thoughts? How do you feel about it? What are your thoughts on this disease and its impact?Shelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12304958622150259894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008828383084142495.post-60737519295813940122010-10-30T22:13:00.000-07:002010-10-30T22:13:57.472-07:00Happy Halloween - Cheerful Pumpkin TowerThis was soooooo much fun. I got the idea off of a pumpkin carving competition on TV. I don't think I would win any awards, but I think its pretty cute. Not really all that scary, it has more of a cheerful vibe to it.<br />
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Last year, I looked into coaching. A friend of the family and my mentor was nearing the completion of her own coaching training and I found it fascinating. Out of curiousity, I did the first training session with one of the leading coaches training institutes of North America. It was wonderful. My path led me away, though. I needed money and couldn't seem to get a contract (through my business) so I took a "job". I am very grateful that it worked out this way because now I am on maternity leave, which wouldn't have happened any other way. Funny how, if you are paying attention, you get the answers you need.<br />
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Now, I have the opportunity to begin exploring the option of coaching again. There is a program that I can take, after my mat leave is completed, that will both pay me and guide me in starting a new business. This way I can cover some of our living costs as well as get the best start, training and support possible. If I am working on starting the business and am going in a direction that will not lead to success, I expect the program will redirect me.<br />
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I will also need to complete the training for being a coach. I realize that I could start coaching with the training that I have so far, but I would feel more confident with it completed.<br />
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The thing that I like about coaching is that it is positive. It is like the step after counselling. The client has worked through the majority of their "stuff", or doesn't have much "stuff" to work through, and is ready for the next steps. It can help people experiencing a change, such as job loss, moving, completion of school, or becoming a parent. It helps people find their way in this change. It doesn't include advice or counselling, it is more like guidance, encouragement and direction.<br />
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My experience of coaching with my mentor was fabulous. It helped clarify what my passions, values and goals were. It helped me identify what my next steps were. It also helped me feel confident about the changes I was making. Not once did my coach say "you should do this" or "I don't think that is a good idea". She guided and had exercises to help me find my own way. That's what it is, the coaching helped empower me to find the best way for me.<br />
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I would love to do this for others.<br />
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We will see. I have often day dreamed about things and not done them. This is why I am starting to think about this and explore it now, 6 months before I would actually start the "self employment" training.<br />
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What are your thoughts on coaching?Shelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12304958622150259894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008828383084142495.post-70203435612169410152010-10-25T14:38:00.000-07:002010-10-25T14:39:02.024-07:00AutumnThe fall is my favourite season. I love it when the leaves change colour, when you pull out the sweaters, when soup seems like the best choice and when squash is in abundance. I love the crispness in the air, and the storms, oh I love the storms.<br />
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Yesterday we took our little B to the dog park. It was Chase's first time. He was so cute. It was also precious when he noticed that Brutus was at the park to. He yelled, it was funny. As he noticed other dogs too, he became even more vocal.<br />
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After we went to the farmers market at got our pumpkins for Halloween (another of my favourites for fall.) It was so festive, they even set up a maze with corn stalks and hay bales, very cool. We got four pumpkins of all different sizes to go with the one we already had. They are very dirty from being in the fields, so they are still on my back patio.<br />
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The wind is blowing, the sky is gray and, some may think it crazy, I love it!Shelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12304958622150259894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008828383084142495.post-11948812688366967702010-10-22T14:44:00.000-07:002010-10-22T14:44:52.571-07:00BummerFor the last couple of days I have been pondering over what to write in my blog. I can share stories of my little one. I can talk of nap time and its challenges. I thought of sharing my birth story, as it was certainly an adventure. The idea also came to share like I did with comfort, on gratitude. I wondered if I should have some structure for my blog, such as only mommy stories. So all of the time I could have spent writing in my blogging, I have spent contemplating what to write. Do all bloggers have this experience? Am I a blogger now?<br />
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Really, what is prominent in my life in this moment is my tummy issues.<br />
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For years, I had issues with my bowels. I was diagnosed with IBS, with the doctors ruling out all of the scary other diseases. There were numerous changes I made to my diet and lifestyle to try and correct the problem. In the fall of 2000, I did a colon cleanse. This is the only time in my life that I have successfully done a cleanse, usually it makes me sick and I have to quit. Anyway, the cleanse was successful. I started slowly introducing foods back into my diet. What I learned was that red meat was the trigger for my IBS. So, I cut out all red meat. <br />
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Eventually, all meat was removed from my diet and I became a vegetarian. I ended up adopting the vegetarian lifestyle, caring about the animals and their rights to a loving and peaceful life. I wore no leather. I used PETA certified products. All kinds of changes happened. It felt good. It felt right, for me. Now, to be clear, I was not vegan. Dairy was still in my diet (even though I am lactose intolerant, cheese is just too wonderful) and I did use products with honey and lanolin.<br />
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The best part of it all was that my IBS was gone.<br />
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So, cut to 9 years later. R and I are planning to start a family, and I start craving chicken. I ate some chicken, snuck it actually, like anyone would care. It brought back the IBS immediately. Oops. Then I got pregnant. Suddenly I really craved chicken and milk, so I snuck some more. This time no problem. Apparently my pregnant, hormonal self did not suffer from IBS. Yay!! Bring on chicken, turkey and pork. So much for those vegetarian ideals, straight out the window. Our midwives warned me that this would probably end either when I had the baby or when I finished breast feeding. So, I cherished it. With milk, by the end of my pregnancy, I was actually drinking over 2 litres a day. Maybe that's why my baby was 11lbs 3oz!!<br />
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Now, as of about 5 days ago, the IBS is back. The first two days, I was in denial. But then there was no doubt. Therefore, that is the end of meat. I won't go into the details, cause who really needs to read about that, but suffice it to say it has been a rough few days. Feelin' gross. <br />
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All I can say is damn. R's sweet and sour chicken smelled soooooo good last night. Bummer :)Shelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12304958622150259894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008828383084142495.post-57766107453280992062010-10-20T21:35:00.000-07:002010-10-20T21:35:58.904-07:00Woof<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This video speaks for itself:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxoKKTrB6HcAnQ5HJk7SlTK8H6-Y1YRVCtHE43lE02ZOJFtfr65Y0M6lSD-VcNRe2Hdh73h2axJ80KcFzuPpQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Shelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12304958622150259894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008828383084142495.post-41790942004064847392010-10-20T10:59:00.000-07:002010-10-20T15:02:05.713-07:00Chirp, ChirpI love being a mom. Taking care of my son feels really good. Watching him learn is amazing. Take this video for example. He was making cute little chirping noises, so I answered back. He would chirp, I would respond. It was a great little game. Having him raise his little eyebrow at me when he answered let me know that he understood we were playing a game. The big smile let me know he thought it was fun. We do the same thing with coughing. He coughs for real, then he throws a couple fake ones in for good measure. I will add a couple into the mix, then its a game. My little super star is also learning how to turn the light out. It is part of our nap/bed time ritual.<br />
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The quality of this video is horrible because I recorded it to email to my mother. I record on my cell in the worst quality so that it will fit in an email from my blackberry. It captures the moment though!Shelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12304958622150259894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008828383084142495.post-68581016589131418792010-10-19T14:03:00.000-07:002010-10-19T14:03:15.589-07:00ComfortInteresting the things I find comfort in.<br />
<ul><li>Cuddles and hugs</li>
<li>A warm cup of tea/coffee/hot chocolate/apple cider</li>
<li>Watching a movie, just the very beginning, before the movie starts, when the producing companies logos, shorts, music are playing, then I feel comfort...what ever happens after depends on the movie</li>
<li>Reading, on the couch, at the table, in the bath</li>
<li>Knowing my son is happy, fed and well rested</li>
<li>Getting a massage</li>
<li>Getting a pedicure</li>
<li>Watching the ocean</li>
<li>People watching</li>
<li>Cozy sweaters</li>
<li>Bubble baths</li>
<li>My bed, with freshly cleaned sheets, especially when I use the lavender fabric softener</li>
<li>My Mom's voice</li>
<li>Soup</li>
<li>A clean house (to be clear, not the cleaning part, but after, when its all fresh)</li>
</ul>What do you feel comfort in?Shelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12304958622150259894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008828383084142495.post-29554842938558155562010-10-18T13:07:00.000-07:002010-10-18T13:07:42.435-07:00NapI love napping.<br />
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Curling up in my bed, or on the couch, cuddling with my dog, while my child is fast asleep in his little bed. I can get some restorative sleep that makes me a happier woman and a better mom. Today, I am foregoing a lengthy blog message for a cozy nap.Shelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12304958622150259894noreply@blogger.com0