Monday, February 25, 2013

Baking with Nana

We had a low key weekend. Saturday, as the hubby was still sick, Paige and I met our friends J, S and A at the portage pool for some aquatic fun! Paige wasn't sure about it at first she didn't like getting changed in those bathroom stall-like change rooms - but who can blame her? I don't think anyone likes getting changed in those. Once we got out to the pool it was a different story! She loved it! Loved splashing and floating. My brave little girl even jumped in to the deep end! (wearing her life jacket of course) I was surprised that she loved the water slide but oh boy did she! Moms legs got a good workout too thanks to the bazillion stairs I carried her up lol.

Sunday we had a great visit with auntie nin and made a delish breakfast. Then we cleaned up and headed off to Nana and Papas for some more fun and visiting. Check out how much fun we had (it got a bit messy!)









Friday, February 22, 2013

Time flies

It dawned bright and unseasonably warm.  We awoke anxious and excited.  The day was a rush and bustle of this and that.  Setting up, cleaning up, making everything just so.  Picking up the flowers, a few last minute adjustments to the dress.  Then the guests arrived.  All 7 of them. 

What is she talking about??

My wedding dear readers!  4 years ago today I married my best friend and my pillar.  Our wedding, if we can call it that, was very simple.  We were both very young, he was 20 and I 19, thus our friends (and wedding party) were the same ages as us - no wedding experience whatsoever.  Not their faults - none of our friends were married, none had even been a part of a wedding party before which created some difficulties.  There was still some post high school drama feelings in the air and we were having difficulty with planning the wedding - I thought I would enjoy it - not the case.  As it turns out I rather dislike weddings.  I don't mind attending them - and even that is reserved for family and very close friends only - but I certainly don't like planning them.  I won't get into the details but we decided it would be better for everybody if we eloped.  Our original wedding date was to be July 25 2009 (one of the biggest obstacles is that my workplace wouldn't let me have holidays at that time because I didn't have enough seniority) so we figured that if we eloped (we decided on this plan in the middle of January) it would have to be at least 6 months before the wedding so as to make sure nobody had booked flights etc.  We didn't want anybody to be put out by our choice. 

So we called around to find a JOP (Justice of the Peace) to perform the ceremony in our living room and after a couple of rejections (initially even our parents weren't going to be present) we decided to include them and had a family friend (who happened to be a JOP) write our vows and perform the ceremony.  Our vows were beautiful and in attnedance was our parents, one witness each (we picked a couple that we knew and are friends with who whole heartedly supported eloping) and the JOP.  9 people in all including us.  We had a nice little ceremony and after that was over we took some pictures made alot of phone calls to shocked friends and family then headed over to my parents house where our brothers (chad has 2 who were both still living at home at the time and I have 3 only one of whom was able to be there) joined us for supper at my parents house.  My mom cooked up a feast worthy of the word 'feast' and even made us a beautiful wedding cake.  (That my hubby later smeared on my face - whatajerk! I fed him his all nicey-nice)  

It didn't take long for rumours to start in our small town that we eloped because *gasp* she simply must be pregnant!  Alas what a disappointment for the gossips of our town when there was no baby to be had 9 (or 8 lol!) months later! 

And now 4 years later - our (almost) 2 year old keeps us running!  We have learned a ton about each other and our relationship has grown tremendously.  That saying, Nothing worth having comes easily definitely applies to the first year of marriage!  It's a learning curve for both people and life has a way of throwing in complications at the most inconvenient times.  We have come through it all and are a stronger, happier couple for it! 

We did have big plans tonight - a movie and supper out at a nice restaurant but my hubby has just emailed me to tell me that he most definitely has a flu bug and is likely going home sick from work - so there goes that.  But we will still have a nice evening - soup instead of steak, blankets instead of dress-y clothes and tea instead of wine, a movie in instead of out and I may or may not go out and buy a hazmat suit - cause all I know is I don't want whatever he has!!  Unromantic to some, perhaps, but the restaurants and movie theatres aren't going anywhere. 

xoxo

~t
 

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

A week of a day

Ever had one of those days where by the time you get back home it feels like a week has gone by?  Yesterday was one of those days for me.  A lot has happened since my last post - and I will fill you in on that particular story as soon as I have an ending for it. (or maybe before depending on how long it takes insert angry face here) But back to yesterday.  Tuesday really started on Monday for me with a toddler who was projectiling bodily fluids from both ends.  Luckily not at the same time and also luckily Monday was a holiday (Louis Riel day in Manitoba).  By the end of Monday I figured there was no way she was going to be able to go to daycare on Tuesday.  Normally I text my MIL and she watches Paige for me whenever she's sick however Tuesday's arent great for her and the hubby figured she wouldn't be able to so no point in asking just to make her feel badly.  I texted a couple other friends to see if any of them could take Paige for me.  My amazing friend L said, Of course I can take Paige for you! 

Insert angels singing here.

L has two under 2 right now and her oldest J is just 3 months older than Paige is.  They get along great and actually act like sisters a good deal of the time.  Playing happily - then arguing - then fighting - then hugging - then playing.  It's funny and sort of hilarious to watch.  Tuesday morning, sure enough Paige still wasn't feeling good and I took her to L's.  She settled in and I left for work.  L and I were texting during the day and boy oh boy did P ever have fun.  Lots of fun in the morning.  Then came lunch (which she actually ate yay!) then nap.  Pretty standard.  L asked if she should put P in a playpen and I said no she'd probably sleep better just in your bed so that's what she did.  Sure enough P fell asleep.  What P did in her sleep is another story.  You remember how I said bodily fluids from both ends?  Yeah end #2 allllll over my dear friends bed... At least I hope she's still my friend.  Between the two girls they managed to use up all of J's pants.  They did still have fun because well... L's such a good mom she can shrug off the type of thing that might put most into super-irritable-hate-life mode.  Kids don't make her do that (often) We all visit superirritable land once in awhile.

So Paige's day was going ok.  My day well... I left for my lunch hour - on which I had 4 errands to run.  I went to start my car and this little light blinked at me the one anybody whose car does this HATES.  "Service Anti-Theft Derrent System" read the message centre.  This means that my car (for whatever reason) thinks that someone is trying to steal it.  As a derrent to theft it makes you sit with the keys in the ignition without actually starting the car (because you can't) for 10 - 15 minutes.  Well I sat there for 30 waiting for that light to go off.  What I didn't realize that was due to the lovely -36*C tempteratures outside the battery had already taken a hit from not being plugged in all morning (I don't have a place to plug in at work) and sitting with the keys in the ignition without starting it had totally drained my battery.  Making the car unable to override the security feature.  Also I had been sitting in an un-heated car in the lovely temperatures for 30 minutes.  My mother's warnings sprang to mind - make sure you wear your mitts and a hat you never know!  Oh mom I'm just going to the car and into work and back to the car I won't freeze in 30 seconds.  No, you won't, but you'll get awfully cold in 30 minutes with no hat and no mitts.  Grrr - I went and asked my MIL (who works in the building right beside mine) if I could borrow her vehicle and of course, she said yes.  So I then had 30 minutes to do my running around instead of 60 - it was rushed and I was still 15 minutes late back to work - bye bye afternoon coffee break.  Cold and miserable I went back to work only to find out that the potential buyer we had for our house had fallen through.  Perfect.  It is our busy season at work so I am inundated with 'to-do's' as we are short staffed.  (which is why I couldnt just take off to take care of Paige my own self) 

I was grateful for L's cheery texts about what P and J were up to currently - they were quite the hilarious pair - poop mess aside and I knew that this day too, would end.  My FIL came and boosted my car for me at 4:30 and I kept it running so that the battery could charge.  The last and (supposed to be) best part of my day was yet to come.  L and I had what we call a 'girl date' planned where we go out for supper order appatizers AND dessert no husbands, no kids and enjoy each others company.  After the days we had each had we were both looking forward to it.  Paige had other plans.  We had left the house (L's husband had graciously volunteered to watch all 3 girls while we went out my hubby had meetings all evening) We were driving and at the lights on our way to the restaurant when L's phone started ringing.  We looked at each other quizzically.  "Well that's not a good sign" L said.  "No, but what could it be?  We've been gone not even 5 minutes" I replied.  L answered all you can hear is frantic little girl screams and poor S explaining his horrid 3 1/2 minutes. 

I guess I forgot to mention that sometimes Paige does this thing where if she gets mad enough she will barf.  Not that she's sick or anything (I can usually tell the difference between 'sick barf' and 'angry barf' don't ask me how - you don't want to know) but just MAD.  She puked.  All over S and all over herself.  We turned around and went back Paige in the tub S trying to manage the crying 6 month old, J who is curious why P is in the tub covered in barf and P screaming to high heaven.  Bless that man, he didn't even look frazzled. 

I won't go into detail with the clean-up suffice to say our 'girl date' was rescheduled and I took P home.  Instead of our wonderful meal we had planned L ate some yogurt and corn bran and I had a tuna sandwich.  Motherhood is nothing if not glamourous.  HA! 

Paige and I went home to change into pajamas and watch curious george for the 3457 th time.  Then it was snack (she did barf up all her supper after all) and bed.  What a day, what a night.  At the end of it all, I'm grateful for memories that will certainly make for funny stories later, an adorable if a little difficult daughter, a loving husband and really, REALLY great friends.  How was your day?? It had to have been better than mine! Lol.

xoxo

~t  

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Oh! What a beautiful day!

 The sun was shining when I left the house.  It feels balmy and spring-like outside.  The hubby's lunch is delivered, Paige has hers at day care - mine as usual fell by the wayside in favor of doing my hair and makeup.  Hopefully in a week or so I'll have some kind of big exciting news for you all - right now its lots of impatient waiting and I have to remind myself that holding my breath really won't help.  (Just like tilting the screen when you're playing angry birds but you still feel like it helped)

Weight Loss Journal:

(The reason I separate this from the regular post is because if a reader isn't interested in this part they can easily skim over it)

It is weigh-in-Wednesday I'm down 2 lbs.  Yay, oh happy day! I still want more though.  What a greedy Grinch eh?  WW specifies that a healthy amount of weight loss is 1 - 2 lbs / week but I have this part of me that is still a teenager struggling with self worth and eating disorders.  It's almost like once I start losing weight that part of me is unleashed to wreak havoc on the normal adult self I've been working on.  She says things like - Oh c'mon you can do better than that!  Skip a meal, do another workout, you should've lost 5 lbs this week!!!  She's not very nice.  I spent most of my teenage years listening to her.  I skipped meals, threw up after eating, went entire weeks without eating more than a normal person should in a day - then binged and ate 2 days worth in a sitting and got sick.  (This is harder to type than I thought it would be...)  The thing is I've looked back on pictures of myself as a teenager - even as a pre-teen (when the evil lady would say I was my 'fattest') and I wasn't big.  I definitely wasn't overweight.  I was normal, average, not skinny, not especially athletic, but certainly not how I saw myself.  I remember looking in the mirror and I know what I saw.  Now that I've seen pictures in retrospect I know just how distorted that image of myself in my head really was.

I think its a bit sad that even though I am a fairly accomplished 23 year old, who is a mother, a wife, works full time outside the home, has a husband who is just as busy as I am that I still have a hard time finding worth in myself.  I know what my body has accomplished.  I have lost 15 lbs from Jan 2 until today however I have lost a grand total of at least 95 lbs from April 18 2011 until today.  And still I have this chubby, dorky image of myself plastered in my brain.  Why?  I don't know.  If I really allow myself to think about the 'why' I go in circles and really when you get down to the nitty gritty of it - does the why really matter?  Isn't the why (circumstances, etc) supposed to be what I'm over coming?  Don't get me wrong - I'm getting better at controlling myself.  Every day I'm working on being more positive about myself.  I know where it's coming from when I hear those nasty thoughts run through my head and I'm learning to ignore them.  Maybe this is something I'll always struggle with but I'm doing everything in my power to make sure that Paige never struggles with the same problems.  I still have hope that with enough hard work I can over come my past struggles and banish those mean thoughts forever.

xoxo

~t





        

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Mixed emotions

I hope everyone had a great weekend!  I know I did but I have a whole bucket full of different emotions to sort through.

On one hand - everything is going way better than I anticipated on the house front.  I won't get into any details until things are more solid but I am kind of on a cloud.  All I can say is if you put good into your life eventually you will get good out of it.  It might take awhile you might be left wondering but if you have faith everything should work out.  Karma is something I believe in.  But then it doesn't explain why bad things happen to good people so on the other hand I have recieved some rather troubling information about friends and co-workers that makes me feel guilty for feeling so good about the wonderful things that are happening in my life.

A co-worker, whose blog I have been following since my return to work, has a son who has a very difficult illness.  You can find them here: deklynsjourney.blogspot.ca.  Her son who is just over a year and has never left the hospital he was born in has taken a very serious turn for the worse and I can't imagine going through what she is facing at this moment.  Her latest post has been a request for all the prayers she can get, so please, if you can take a minute to pray for their family please do. 

A friend of mine and fellow fire fighter wife has also been dealt an unfathomable card.  Her 8 month old child is very sick and requiring surgery today.  I won't go into more detail because I don't want to say something she would be uncomfortable with but please if you can take a minute to pray for her and her family as well it would be much apperciated. 

It's hard to know what to think.  I understand that good things happen and bad things happen.  It's just hard for me to be excited when I keep thinking about these people who are facing unimaginable challenges and feel a little bad that things are going well for me.  All I can do is pray for my friends send all the good vibes I possibly can their way and hope that our wave of good things happening might in some way benefit them down the road. 

I'm all mixed up I guess. 

We did have a great weekend though.  Work was crazy on Saturday - Chad and Paige stayed home and had a daddy-daughter day.  Paige looooves her daddy Saturdays.  I got home late but we still had a good evening together.  Sunday we went into the city and saw my brother's new place.  We stopped at Oak Bluff Tim Horton's for a coffee and my mother cajoled me into buying a $5 stuffed monkey for Paige.  (as if she doesn't have enough stuffies!!)  Luckily it was a good buy Paige hasn't let that monkey out of her sight yet and talks both to and for it - which is pretty hilarious!  At my brother's place Paige got to spend some time with her Uncles and Auntie that she doesn't see nearly as often as she would like to.  She spent the whole time following her Auntie Shu.  She loves her soo much!  It's absolutely adorable!  We had a good visit and good food (thank goodness for my weekly points budget for 'over' days)!  We contemplated shopping before going home but Paige was already so tired we thought it best to just head home.  Monday was good too, Paige stayed home with me as I was off for working Saturday.  She watched lots of Curious George and with a Jack Johnson soundtrack mommy didn't mind one bit!  I even got my closets cleaned out!

Now it is back to real life - but man do I love those mommy daughter mondays - I just can't wait for one where I can have no plans except for playing make believe with my princess! 

Thanks for reading - xoxo

~t

Sunday, February 10, 2013

Couch to 5K

It was mild only -13 but with gusting winds up to 47 km/h and this girl finished week 2 anyway. A little proud of myself right now. When I felt my legs wanting to slow down or quit I pushed myself to go faster, harder than I had been before my legs started to quit. It's an amazing feeling to accomplish something you once though impossible. I'm actually excited to start week 3 here's hoping mother nature cooperates! (I set my limits if it's colder than -20 I don't go)

Xoxo

~t

Friday, February 8, 2013

Graceful

Grace is something I'm trying to define for myself.  In one respect it's that little prayer you say before you eat.  As a child my family was one who sat down at the dinner table almost every single night and said grace before we ate.  Ours went like this:

God is great, God is good
Let us thank him, for this food
By his hands, we all are fed
Thank you Lord, for daily bread!
Amen


It would always be a kid that said it, whether it was me or one of my two brothers and occasionally as kids do we would mess up part of it and it wouldn't rhyme but it was still grace and the two kids who weren't saying grace would giggle.

But I'm looking for more.  Recently I had a little situation that I was a tad bitter about.  A function that I was excluded from for no reason that I could possibly see.  The more I looked at that particular situation the more confused I became.  It left a sour taste in my mouth.  Mainly because, I didn't know why.  Why is a question that does not always have an answer.  In fact I've found in my short time it is the question that has the fewest answers.  My temper wanted to spit angry words at those who were invited.  To sneer - well I hope you have fun!  I wanted to make them feel guilty for being invited, special, when I was not.  To mournfully wish them well.  I knew in my head that this was not an important issue.  It was not something I even could have attended.  Why the emotions then?  You might ask.  You couldn't go anyway.  I thought this very same thing.  It's the feeling of being important.  The feeling of knowing you matter.  The feeling that you meant something to the person in question.  Something lacking in my own life perhaps but it wasn't the fault of the partygoers. Then it came to me as though it had been whispered in my ear.

Act with grace.  Maintain your composure.

What a thought.  What a concept.  Grace is something that I find so lacking in our society today.  Perhaps if we all handled more things gracefully, there wouldn't be so many issues.  I asked myself - what is grace?  I didn't look it up online, I didn't look it up in the dictionary.  I just sat on that question for a minute.  What is grace to you?

To me I think, grace is maturity and humility.  To act with grace means instead of saying anything to my co-workers who were invited (save all but one whom I did disucuss the issue with at first when I thought I'd been missed accidentally) I acted as though I didn't know about the event in the first place.  This morning when I saw them I didn't ask them how it was and they didn't offer the information to me.  It seems as though it was important to everyone who did attend to not discuss it with those who were not invited. 

It all seems a bit juvenile in hind sight.  I'm glad I didn't say anything.  I do truely hope everyone had a good time and I wish my former collegue all the best in their future endeavours. 

I may have been born a girl but becoming a lady is something else entirely.  All the best to you and yours this weekend.  We have my brother's birthday brunch and a few other things on the agenda this weekend.  I'll be sure to fill you in on Monday with the details!

xoxo

~t       

Thursday, February 7, 2013

Listed!

Well it is official.  At some point today our house, our home, the place we brought our baby home to during her very first week in this world will have an MLS number.  Meaning?  It's for sale.  Our realtor Terry Dyck will be there at some point today to take pictures and measure rooms - and get this!  He is bringing someone with him to look at it!  GAH!  The hubs and I are definitely leaning on our faith right now.  Faith that things will work out they way they are supposed to.  If the plans we have decided on and the action we have decided to take doesn't go through we have to believe it is for a reason.  We may not know what that reason is but right now we have to trust that everything will be - well the way it is supposed to be.  In buying and selling houses its all a gamble - a gamble that we have hired someone we trust to guide us through. 

Side note: You know you've hired a dynamite realtor when he reads your child a story because she asks him to!  He takes a genuine interest in what we say and doesn't push - ever.  If you ever need to buy or sell a house call Terry.  He won't let you down.

I took the afternoon off work yesterday to get the house perfect.  I don't know about you but I tend to do what I call the 'stuff shuffle' where you move stuff from surface to surface even though you don't really need it.  That grocery receipt from last June? Yeah, that can probably go in the trash.  Paige's day care notes from the infant room - garbargio.  Stuff like that.  But a whole house worth.  5 years of living worth.  So I sorted and I deep cleaned and I shined everything up like a new penny.  (oh oops I guess there is no such thing anymore new nickle?)  It was way more labour intensive that I imagined - but so worth it.  It looks amazing and I'm kind of kicking myself for not doing this sooner - you know for us.  But isn't that the way it always goes?  I had a funny moment amid all of re-organizing and cleaning.  The door was wide open and I was sorting recycling - I had just finished bleaching a load of dishes and I stopped for a moment when a thought popped into my head. 

It smells like moving day...

Then I just had to laugh - by myself in my kitchen - surrounded by cardboard, milk jugs and tin cans with the labels all peeled off.  Normal people probably don't know what 'moving day' smells like and it certainly doesn't comfort them.  It was a comforting smell though.  A combination of kicked up dust and dirt from behind appliances and bookshelves mixed with soapy bleach water and fresh air.  When I told my mom this on the phone last night she laughed and agreed that most people are probably not comforted by the smell of 'moving day'.  In my lifetime I have moved approximately 22 times.  In my mother's lifetime she has moved far more than that.  As I have been asked or had it assumed - No my dad is not in the military or RCMP or any other occupation that requires moving.  The story behind my dad is even more compelling than our move history.  The reasons behind the moves vary and are a little too personal for the internet right now.  Maybe one day I'll write a book.  The life and times of a crazy family who drama seems to follow.  Hah - its good to have dreams anyway. 

In the end the house was clean and organized - everything that was on my list was crossed off my list and what we have in store for today - Lord only knows.  It's all very exciting and nerve racking and suspensful but we are trying to muddle through with as much patience as we can muster. 

xoxo

~t      

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Not a surprise

Do you ever have moments like that?  Where you are totally hopeful for something even though you know its unlikely.  Even if you know you're kind of fooling yourself? 

Weight loss journal:

Today is weigh in wednesday.  I only lost 1 lb since last week even though at my (sneaky mid week weigh-in I'm not supposed to do) I had lost 2.  Why is this?  Well - this week I have exercised 0 times.  Not to say I haven't done anything we've been unreal busy but I could've made time.  I just didn't.  Also we had a cheat meal, if I'm being honest I had more like three cheat meals.  I still stayed within my weight watchers points but still those un healthy meals lead to unhealthy snacks and even if you stay within your points that doesn't mean you did everything right.  Mistake #... oh who's counting?  I didn't drink enough water.  Not even close.  I am grateful that I lost what I did but in my heart I know I could've done better. 

That's the tricky thing about all of this.  When I don't do as well as I could've I'm really only disappointing myself.  I read on a ww success story a girl said "I used to sneak food but now I track everything.  God and ww knows what I eat and so do I even if no one else sees" or something to that effect (not a direct quote)  I used to say to hubs - Ok I'm going to need you to make sure I ____________ <- fill in the blank with exercise this week or don't snack or etc.  You get the idea.  But its ultimately up to me.  I know what I do or don't do.  I'm the only one in control of it.  I need to set realistic expectations.  As in - if you have had a crappy week don't step on the scale with your fingers crossed and squinting hoping to see dramatic change when you did nothing to earn dramatic change. 

Simple enough, right?  So this week has the potential to be one of the craziest in my life yet.  Can you believe that?  I still can't - but I'm getting there. 

For this week I pledge to:
workout 3 times for at least 45 minutes each
drink at least 4 glasses of water each day
get a minimum of 5 hours of sleep each night

Those seem attainable.  It will definitely help with next week's weigh in.  I will say though, I hit my first 'mini goal' that ww sets for you.  It was a good feeling they let me set my own second 'mini goal' it really is all in my head.  If I see okay so I've lost 12 lbs in one month and my next mini goal is another 12 lbs.  I've already done it once so why wouldn't I be able to do it again?

Well I better get going - lots to do work wise and lots to do home wise and I'm running out of time for both! *Insert crazy stressed face here*
Somebody go relax for me send me some good vibes!

xoxo

~t     

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Whirlwind

Since Saturday I feel like I've been caught in a tornado of events, decisions and chaos.  Good chaos mind you, but oh my word and I exhausted.  Also I should mention the tornado dropped me off at work but then I got sucked up into a different tornado with a whole new set of complications and demands.

Saturday:  The hubby, Paige and I went house shopping.  Yes, you read that right.  We took our 21 month old with us to look at houses.  What was I thinking you ask?  Not sure on that one I'll have to get back to you.  She did pretty well.  House #1 was kind of a no go from the beginning.  It had some of the features we wanted but alot of issues we didn't want to deal with.  While walking around Paige was doing her own exploring.  She brought me a container of goldfish crackers - "Mommy! Fishies! I want fishies!"  "uh Paige those aren't ours, you can't eat those."  I take them away - so she bawls I put them down awkwardly, because I really have no idea where the little rugrat picked them up from.  Sorry home owners I swear I didn't let her eat them.  House #2 was ok, lots of good things, way over budget, lots of cons as well.  House #3 - our realtor did right he definitely saved the best for last.  It's not perfect but its pretty close.  Paige was already pretty sick of this whole business by the time we got to #3 so we are going back to take a more thorough look at it. 

Then we went home had lunch, put Paige down for a nap.  I cleaned the house and went up town to see my lender and get his take on the house, crunch the numbers etc.  By that time Paige was waking up (she and hubs were at home) I stopped at our one multi purpose store and picked up a birthday present for the party Paige and I were scheduled to attend.  Then I went home and got Paige dressed and ready to go we left and had a great time at her little friend N's birthday party!  She did so well with giving him the present and even saying 'Happy Birthday' to him!  It was too cute!  There were also lots of other kids there for her to play with, which she likes.  Paige is very social but she does have, like any of us, a couple of quirks.  See the thing is Paige is fine with giving her grandparents or her mom or her dad a hug.  She even does it willingly, sometimes.  As a rule, she does not like it when other children hug her.  It is just her personality I think.  She will tolerate it to a point her other little friend J is a big hugger and Paige will only put up with it for so long.  So at this party there was a little girl who really took a shine to Paige.  (which I think is so adorable! impartially of course) Followed Paige around wanted to play with her - and she did.  She also liked to hug Paige - you see where this is going?  When P reached her 'hug tolerance' quota she turned around and said very sternly "NO more HUGS" The little girls mom was apologizing to me and telling her no, no lets not do that I don't think Paige wants any more hugs but kids are kids.  I said as much to the little girl's mom.  No need to apologize I said it always kind of makes me sad to see all these warm, hugging little children and then there's mine who may as well be wearing body armour for how outwardly loving she is.  I say outwardly because she is a very loving child.  She showers affection on animals and toys (dollies etc) she just doesn't do that with kids her own age.  I don't really know why.  I'm sure it's my fault in some way or another sigh.. 

Next on our agenda was a long over-due hang out with Auntie Nin (as Paige likes to call her) We went home had supper and then scooted off again to see our dear nin.  I love it when Paige gets as much enjoyment as I do out of something so it was definitely a win-win.  We hung out with her until bed time then went home, put on Pj's and got ready for another day. 

Sunday dawned bright and early and I had every intention of getting up early and reading or washing floors or doing laundry or stroking off whatever else was on my list to-do.  Instead I snoozed it.  Or rather turned the alarm right off and cuddled in a little deeper.  We did get up a little early though because Paige and I had a date.  We met my mom for breakfast at our local golf course restaurant.  Paige ate the breakfast I ordered for myself and I ate the breakfast I ordered for her.  Toddlers are funny that way.  A good rule to follow order something you like for your toddler - you'll probably wind up eating it anyway.  Then Mom and I took Paige to her first church service.  I feel a little embarrassed typing that.  She is almost two we should've done this earlier.  It was good nonetheless.  She behaved in normal toddler fashion but a little less so and almost fell asleep during parts of it.  My church has no sunday school so it is a bit difficult to keep a 2 y o quietly occupied for 60 minutes but we accomplished it and even spoke to the priest after the service about baptism.  But that is a-whole-nother topic for a-whole-nother day.  We arrived home and it was lunch and nap time so I put Paige down for her nap and got busy making the meal plan for the week and the accompanying grocery list.  Then I got dressed in mom clothes and headed off to the city.  (I've had one too many experiences with buying rotten or expired food at our local grocers and plus I save TONS of money shopping an hour away) But it all takes time.

Another big thing that happened this weekend is the hubs and I decided to list our house - yep its on the market as of tomorrow.  Lots to do to prepare - it's going to be a busy and exciting time in our lives.  Do you feel rushed yet?  :) I haven't had a weekend that busy in a very long time but I think there are many more like it in my immediate future.  I'll keep ya'll updated on the big (and the small) things happening in our lives.

xoxo

~t