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A Reason, A Season Or A Lifetime

2011-06-27T12:24:00.002-04:00

A Reason, a Season, or a Lifetime

People come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. When you figure out which one it is, you will know what to do for each person.

When someone is in your life for a REASON... It is usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally, or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend, and they are! They are there for the reason you need them to be.Then, without any wrong doing on your part, or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand. What we must realise is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered. And now it is time to move on.

When people come into your life for a SEASON... Because your turn has come to share, grow, or learn. They bring you an experience of peace, or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amountof joy. Believe it! It is real! But, only for a season.

LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons; things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person, and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.

Adele "Rolling in the Deep"

2011-05-17T10:17:00.002-04:00

This is an artist I'm kind of digging...

"Rolling In The Deep"

There's a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch, and it's bringing me out the dark
Finally I can see you crystal clear
Go ahead and sell me out and I'll lay your ship there

See how I'll leave with every piece of you
Don't underestimate the things that I will do

There's a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch
And it's bringing me out the dark

The scars of your love remind me of us
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless
I can't help feeling

We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
You had my heart inside of your hand
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
And you played it to the beat
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

Baby, I have no story to be told
But I've heard one of youA
nd I'm gonna make your head burn
Think of me in the depths of your despair
Making a home down there
As mine sure won't be shared

The scars of your love remind me of us
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless
I can't help feeling

We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
You had my heart inside of your hand
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
And you played it to the beat
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside of your hand
But you played it with a beating

Throw your soul through every open door
Count your blessings to find what you look for
Turn my sorrow into treasured gold
You pay me back in kind and reap just what you sow
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)

We could have had it all
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
We could have had it all
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
It all, it all, it all
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
We could have had it all
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
Rolling in the deep
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
You had my heart inside of your hand
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
And you played it to the beat
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

You could have had it all
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
Rolling in the deep
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
You had my heart inside of your hand
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
But you played it
You played it
You played it
You played it to the beat.

Our New Chapter

2011-02-24T12:20:00.010-05:00

So instead of tackling my already rather large pile of marking, accumulated in a few weeks, I have decided to spend some of prep blogging. Afterall, it's been awhile (four months or so). In case you were concerned, all's well.

In fact, all's better than well. Things are good, and it's mostly been due to a change in perspective. I have, through all of this, kept my chin up and plowed through. And I knew I would come out on the other side just fine. And here I am. More than fine. The biggest and best change has been a change in the way I began looking at what happened to me. I've taken on a glass half full philosophy about everything, and staying positive has truly helped me gain so much distance on where I was when last I posted.

So where am I? Happily dating, for one. I have been in a relationship for nearly two months now, and it is going incredibly well. There are many things that are evident in my current relationship that were missing from my marriage, especially from the last few years. I am smiling. I am having fun. And that is what is most important. Chris is someone I knew, though vaguely, from my years spent with Greg. And, coincidentally, we recently figured out that we were seated at the very same table at a wedding less than a year and a half ago. He has been very supportive and caring, but I think the most redeeming quality he has shown thus far has been respect. I will likely blog more about this relationship as it grows, obviously, so for now I'll say I am just enjoying each day as it comes, living in the moment and living for the moments, with Chris and with my boys.

Speaking of which, the boys, as they've always been, have been incredibly resilient. They are truly flourishing. I never thought, when first separated, that I would be okay with the situation only because I wanted so badly for the boys to have a "normal" family, but I quickly realized maybe Greg and I were not meant to be, and that would be okay for the boys. Not to say I didn't love him, nor that I never afterwards had moments of disappointment. I am not in the least bit ashamed to have loved someone and been devastated by the dissolve of our marriage. But Greg and I have grown so far apart that I can't even envision us having a friendship, sadly. (Though again, for the sake of positivity, I am going to leave all Greg-related topics off the blog...) And having gained months of ground on things, I have also learned that what I thought I was feeling may not have been as strong as I thought at the time.

Anyhow, our living conditions have been thrown curve ball after curve ball, and we've waded through it all as best we can. The biggest change for my boys has been of recent as they are now at daycare, thriving (despite being sick more often than not, but that would be a blog post for the negative Natalie, so let's leave that one alone as I focus more on positivity). I hear nothing but great things from the daycare providers when I pick them up, and I can't convey enough how satisfying it is to know that I am raising them right, in that regard. I truly do try to be the best possible mom. My favourite moments are the ones we spend laughing, just being together on a daily basis. I am very fortunate to be able to have them so often, though Greg and I have been trying a more consistent pattern of him having his time with them too. That's likely been the hardest thing for me, because I never signed up to be a part-time parent and I don't want to miss out on moments in their lives. But I would never deny Greg access to his children, so long as he wants it, and my boys need their father - regardless of how I think or feel toward/about him, or the decisions he makes - in their lives. I have held to that notion this entire time. Being without them is sometimes agonizing though, and it's difficult to pass an entire weekend missing out on spending time with them. Thankfully so far I've been busy with skating, so my mind is often preoccupied. They change so often, though, so maybe weekends with their dad will be easier to deal with when they're older?

Isaiah, for example, is half-way through JK, and I notice new feats accomplished daily. He is a colouring fiend at present, creating masterpieces at every opportunity. I will be astonished if he doesn't pursue some creative avenue for his career later in life. He has made progress with his skating lessons as well, passing his first badge and beginning to move faster across the width of the ice each week. We're still working on his attitude, but he is his mother's son afterall.

Braylon survived his first trip to the dentist - where I was relieved to find out his two-year-old molars are in fact hiding out in his gums, ready to burst through in the next few months. His language has really developed as well, and he is making friends easily at daycare. He continues to be more active than Isaiah ever was, tuning out cartoons in favour of play and being physical at every opportunity. He is still a ham, and still stubborn as hell, but man is he ever a cutie!!

Caleb has probably been the one to change the most significantly, though his verbal skills continue to be delayed. I have noticed recently that he tries to vocalize sounds, but he has never been one to attempt to repeat the things you are asking him to say. I am sure it has something to do with having two older brothers speak for him, so it's not yet cause for concern. Not when other kids I know were nearly two before language became an outlet for expressing ideas. A week or so ago he moved up from the Infant room at daycare to the Toddler room, and though small in stature, he is better fit with an older-age peer group. His level of play has changed, and his dependency on his soother has diminished, thankfully! He is still pretty sucky and cuddly, in fact all three are mama's boys - he clings desperately to me each morning at dropoff despite having done it for two months now - but he is also becoming a little boy whose personality emerges more so each day.

So that's an update, in a nutshell. There is so much more to say but for the sake of time and other priorities, that's what you get for now. Hope you're still out there, reading audience! I leave you with a thought a friend of mine posted on Facebook today: "I am the author of my own life..." and what an unbelievable chapter is unfolding before me!! I hope you'll stay tuned...

Life After Love: Five Months Later

2010-10-25T14:08:00.003-04:00

Okay, so many of you are likely wondering how we're doing, five months into this new life. I've had a great deal on my plate, and still do, and there have been countless times I've wanted to blog to vent my frustrations especially. But I have decided I'd like to keep this as positive as possible, because that is what I need right now. Particularly right now.

Things are crazy busy at work, as is to be imagined. The move has really only shortened my drive by 10 minutes, so I am on the road for nearly 2 hours/day. Time with the boys becomes a priority in the evenings, so I am behind... but I don't really care. I care about getting myself and my boys through this.

Although I have no clue what the other side will look like, or whether or not I'll know I'm there. This is my life, my reality, I'm living now. Maybe it will always be this way. Who knows? I hate to think I'm going to feel this lonely all my life, feel this great void. I hate to think that maybe, just maybe, my husband didn't love me all along, and that I had a false conception of love as a result. Possible.

There are definitely highs and lows, and as of Saturday things have hit another low... so it's difficult to stay positive. Perhaps I shouldn't have chosen this moment to blog an update, especially as I feel the invasive eyes of my student teacher looking over my shoulder from the table behind me. So... I'll blog later, when I have time!! Haha, that's a joke!!

Just wanted to let you know I'm still alive...

Adding Insult to Injury

2010-08-29T15:25:00.004-04:00

Every day this shit gets worse. When is it going to end? I can't do this much longer. I am strong, but I can't handle much more. Greg continues to add insult to injury, with a stone cold heart. This is all too much.

Today the boys and I were invited to Greg's cousin's son's baptism, and under the impression Greg wasn't going to be there, we mustered the strength to go. I am friends with Greg's cousin Janice, and I wanted to be there for her. And my boys love their cousins and their family. They miss them. But then, as I'm going out to get the stroller for Caleb after the baptism, Greg shows up. Wearing a shirt his girlfriend, whom he left me for, bought him. Of all the fucking shirts in his closet, are you kidding me? I know I'm upset because my heart is still very broken, and sure, his entire family will see it as overreacting that we left - and he'll play it that way. But are you fucking for real Greg?

He wants us to be friends but he refuses to end the relationship (which JUST ended not even a week ago - apparently ended, who even knows if it did, or if it will end for good THIS time) with Amanda. He is so insensitive to my emotions about all of this. He is stone cold, heartless. And I have nothing more to say. Once I can be severed completely from him, maybe then I can heal. What an ass.

Trying to Pick up the Pieces

2010-08-16T05:27:00.002-04:00

I can't sleep. I desperately need to but I can't. My mind is racing. My heart is crying. I am trying so hard to pick up the pieces and put my life back together. But this is the hardest thing I've ever had to go through. And just when I think it's getting a little better, a little easier, I am hit with yet another blow.

Not only is Greg still dating his 23 year old girlfriend whom he left me for (so there's all that self esteem shit to deal with there), he had the audacity to bring her along on his time with the boys yesterday. Ya. I don't even know what to say. It's entirely inappropriate, for one, to do that to our kids. The boys are so young and so confused with all of this. And he didn't even tell me, Isaiah did. It's pretty pathetic when you find out the truth from a three year old.

And it's pathetic on her part too, as a mom herself. She is free to choose to have people waltz in and out of her daughter's life, but when this begins to affect my kids I am going to put up a fight. They are not in the least bit ready for that. They haven't recovered from their life turning upside down. I definitely wonder what kind of a person she is if she can't see that. But she isn't the issue, really, Greg is.

He just doesn't get it. Not in the least. And he continues to make these choices. This is a path he chose. I asked him to fight for us, time and time again, he chose her. I have to live with that choice, and hopefully it does work out to be good for me in the end, but it is a choice that has some serious negative impacts right now. It is completely ridiculous that she was there with my kids. He has all the time in the world to spend with her, that he doesn't value what time he has with the boys is shocking. (Although I'm not entirely sure why, considering, for example, he only ever wants his kids at the end of a weekend so it doesn't interrupt his free time. He is living a life I honestly didn't think he wanted... I thought I married a family man...)

And that so many still root for him is beyond comprehension. I am sick of the "poor Greg" shit. I have never, not once, denied his access to the kids. Despite what kind of a person he is. I have never treated him poorly in all of this. I wish people would look at who he is being and not be so quick to judge me. I was not perfect in my marriage, but neither was he. People are forgetting just how miserable he made me. It's not all about him. And no matter what, he didn't have to end the marriage that way. He could have been decent and ended it first before moving on with her. I loved him unconditionally. I was committed and devoted to him.

And now I need to get over him. That he still chooses her means we can't be friends. It means he really doesn't, and possibly never did, feel the way I felt about him. Feel about him. (Yah, that I could still love him after all this is baffling to me, but it's there. I have yet to find a way to just turn it off.) That he doesn't value anything I do. That he doesn't respect our children. I have to unlove him. I have to let go of that kind of person.

What sucks is that all increasingly crushing to my self esteem. I am the only one hurting in this. It is so unfair. And I am starting to wonder if I'll ever be okay, if I'll get through this.

But I took a big step right now... a step I may need help taking. He is not a friend. How can he be if he is putting her first? Before the kids. He is not a person I need in my life right now if these are the choices he is making. So I'm going to try my hardest to keep him out of my life. I deleted him from my Facebook because it does me no good to know what is going on with him, with them. I am going to focus solely on myself and my boys, getting us through this. And whoever is there with me in the end are my real friends.

A Blessing in Disguise?

2010-08-15T19:10:00.003-04:00

Okay readers, we're almost three months in to this separation. And I wish I could say it's gotten easier. Well, it hasn't. Not in the least. It's still raw, it's still overwhelming, it's still sad and hurtful. And I can't seem to get over the pain. Or the fact that I can still, somewhere in my heart, love someone who has treated me like shit for so long. Who was disconnected, emotionally and... totally... from our marriage for quite some time. For someone who has no moral fibre, no values. And I'm a sucker, douped again by my own mistake to trust him in some capacity. But he's a liar, and always will be someone I can't call a friend. My friends are amazing people. They are good, genuine, loving people, sound in their morals. That is not Greg. So maybe this is a blessing in disguise?

I've always believed everything happens for a reason, and so something good is going to come out of this. At some point. But it's tough. It's hard to believe that. I hate how painful this is, still, today. I hate how much I miss a marriage that was pretty damn shitty, to be honest. How can I want that? How can I not want better for myself? I do, but you know, it's hard to let go of someone you love (which is also interesting to note how easily Greg has let go... so it makes me question how he felt all along), a relationship so familiar. It's hard to see that this is going to work out for the best, in the end. The end is so far from the present.

So how do I get through this? How do I stay strong when so much is challenging who I am, right to the core? I have to ignore what everyone thinks. Many people are mistakenly misguided by others' thoughts and opinions and have formed ill opinions as a result. The people who know me for me will be there for me in the end. As for the rest, it's their loss. I'm not even half the things he's making me out to be... I can't change what people think of me, who I was in my marriage or who I am today. I have to just be me. Keep my head up and get through this. Love my kids and take the best possible care of them. Control what I can and leave the rest up to...

...well, here's where I wish I could say God. It'd be nice to know I could trust someone. But for those of you who know me, you know I'm not exactly sold on the higher power. We are masters of our own fate, creators of our destiny. But still, it'd be nice to know someone was helping to look out for me, putting me through this test for something in the future... right?

I'm rambling, I know. I'm just pretty lost in all this. It's a lot to take in and deal with. Which is why I'm so dumbfounded that Greg can be the way he is. It makes me feel as though he never loved me in the first place. It's hard to get past the cheating, too. I know I unfortuately have to deal with him because of our kids, and I'd like it to be civil. I really would. But how can I possibly be civil with someone like him? How can he possibly expect me to want to be a friend of his when he treated me far worse than any of my friends, combined, have treated me. I didn't deserve any of this, but the unfairness of it all is something I also can't control. It just sucks.

So I'm just trying to vent, and I no longer care how public this shit gets. It is what it is. People who know can then be there for me, to pick me up and get me back on the path, moving forward. Onward I go.

Breaking my Silence

2010-07-17T13:19:00.003-04:00

Okay, well it seems enough time has passed for me to begin expressing what I have been going through in my own words, instead of simply posting lyrics that I can relate to quite closely. I have a lot to say, and if you know or suspect my situation, you'll understand just how much I must have to say. So it won't all be said in this post, by no means, and much will be left unsaid anyway, for many reasons. For one, I am pressed for time... I am now officially a single mother of three, three very rambuncious boys who keep me very busy and are all very dependent on an adult to care for their needs. As well, I don't believe that everything needs to be said. I am a very private person who has had to make much of what I am going through public, on sites like Facebook mostly simply because of Greg's choice to change his status to single. I followed suit and allowed the opportunity to be an open door for me, to let people who are going to be there for me do so by being honest in my status updates so they know how to support me. I've still maintained a degree of privacy, trust me, there's so much I've at times wanted to say.

So what have I to say today? Well, as you've likely already guessed, my marriage has recently dissolved. I take issue with that, as though I am gaining perspective regarding the person I was married to, I was not the one to initiate the chain of events that led to the marriage's end. And I hold firm in my belief to try at all costs, which did not happen because of things Greg did and choices he made, not me. That is not to say I don't own the problems that were mine in the marriage. If I could go back and make different choices I would. I would redirect the focus and concentrate more on the positives between us. We sent one another on a downward spiral... But I cannot look at my life through the rear-view mirror, save to learn from my mistakes and others' mistakes. I must put one foot in front of the other and move forward.

Yet I must step off the road I am on for a moment to make one comment. I do not take marriage lightly. I do not buy into the philosophy taken by Greg that marriage is something you lease, and that should you wish you trade in for a newer model. That is a crock, if you ask me. I financed, I was commited for life. I meant what I said in my marriage vows, that I was in it for better or for worse. I knew from the beginning my investment might depreciate over time, and I also knew that it would take a lot of work to keep it in mint condition. And, just like a car, when things break or begin to go awry, I believe they need to get into the shop to be fixed. Well, I was never given that chance. Instead of attempting to salvage our marriage, by going to counselling for example, Greg simply took the "easy" way out. He sabotaged the marriage, knowing full well the likely consequences of his actions, and now we're at where we're at.

And it's no "easy" road, that's for sure, for either of us. Our situation has been complicated by another chain of events that many people are unfortunately stuck on, and don't fully understand. That, however, I'll leave well enough alone for now, despite the pain it has caused me (and continues to...). I will only attest to how difficult it has made things for the both of us, and how complicated an already complicated situation became.

But you know, despite how painful, sad and disappointing this has been for me, there have come a handful of very wonderful things. For one, I'm doing it on my own. Were you to ask me before I definitely did say I was already quite like a single parent, but I really am now, in all aspects. And I'm doing it. In fact, I'm doing it well. There are still very difficult moments, made even harder in having to deal with this added stress and the emotional toll this all has taken. For me, that is... it would seem I'm the only one who has shed tears over the end of the marriage, but that's something to reflect on at another time... or not, who knows? At least I know I loved with my whole heart... Anyhow, I've taken the boys on vacation by myself, I've taken them on day trips, I function day in and day out as a single mom. And I am doing a great job. I am first and forevermore a mom. I would have, even two months ago, told you that role was equally as important to me as was my "title" of wife. But with that stripped away, I am focused solely on parenting my boys through this.

Another amazing thing that has come out of this is the tremendous amount of support and love. So many people have said such kind, supportive things. And some of those people, many in fact, are people I would never have suspected to say anything. People who were simply acquaintances, people I knew more through Greg's side of the family, people from stages in my life that have come and gone, and unfortunately so had much of our contact, but also people who have been amazing friends all along. And of course my loving family. I am very grateful to still have so many wonderful people in my life who are strong enough to stand up and say what they think, to support me regardless of ties, to understand there are two sides to every story, to emphasize with what I must be going through.

So, I'm just trying to get through each day. Not one day passes, however, that I do not get caught up thinking about what we had, what could have been. It's sad and very disappointing to not be living the life you thought you were going to. And although I tend to agree in many ways that this will work out for the better in the end, it's still not what I wanted, this is not the road I chose to be on. I miss my husband terribly. He was my best friend. He was my partner. But he is not someone I even know anymore. And he very obviously doesn't know me. Doesn't respect me or value the things I hold most important in life. Yet I still cry... I probably will be very upset about all of this for a long time. I loved him.

Impossible

2010-06-30T16:22:00.004-04:00

Six weeks in, and things are still too difficult to put into my words, so again I leave you with some lyrics...

Shontelle: Impossible

i remember years ago
someone told me i should take
caution when it comes to love
i did, i did
and you were strong and i was not
my illusion, my mistake
i was careless, i forgot
i did

and now when all is done
there is nothing to say
you have gone and so effortlessly
you have won
you can go ahead tell them

tell them all i know now
shout it from the roof top
write it on the sky line
all we had is gone now
tell them i was happy
and my heart is broken
all my scars are open
tell them what i hoped would be
impossible, impossible
impossible, impossible

falling out of love is hard
falling for betrayal is worst
broken trust and broken hearts
i know, i know
thinking all you need is there
building faith on love is worst
empty promises will wear
i know (i know)

and now when all is gone
there is nothing to say
and if you're done with embarrassing me
on your own you can go ahead tell them

tell them all i know now
shout it from the roof top
write it on the sky line
all we had is gone now
tell them i was happy
and my heart is broken
all my scars are open
tell them what i hoped would be
impossible, impossible
impossible, impossible
impossible, impossible
impossible, impossible

ooh impossible (yeah yeah)

i remember years ago
someone told me i should take
caution when it comes to love
i did

tell them all i know now
shout it from the roof top
write it on the sky line
all we had is gone now
tell them i was happy (i was happy)
and my heart is broken (and my heart is broken)
all my scars are open
tell them what i hoped would be
impossible, impossible
impossible, impossible
impossible, impossible
impossible, impossible

i remember years ago
someone told me i should take
caution when it comes to love
i did

My Little Timbit

2010-06-09T11:23:00.004-04:00

Well, we're one month into soccer season now - for Isaiah and myself. Isaiah is playing in the Timbit Under-5 division this year, and he's really starting to take to the game. Last night he was quite into the game, chasing the ball and dribbling it toward the net (although twice he got confused as to which net was the one to score in). And he did in fact almost score (yes, almost in our net, but also almost in the opponent's net as well). It's hard for him to not get caught up in not scoring. At least last night's game was more evenly matched and I think in the end we may have pulled off a win (if not, a tie). (I sound completely oblivious to the game, but keep in mind I have three kids to watch and so my priorities are not keeping track of the goals for and against... that, and the past few weeks have been complete blow-outs by the other teams so I just stopped keeping a running tally so my brain must've already thought to do so again.)

Anyhow, he really seems to enjoy the game. And I'm very glad he wants to play. I'm not having to coerce him to dress in his shinpads, socks, uniform and cleats nor bribe him to step on the field, as some parents do. And so long as he is reminded to keep chasing the ball and kick it toward the other end of the field, he is actually very involved in the play.

As for Braylon, he's so far been content to be allowed to warm-up with the Purple Dragons and then sit alongside the field to cheer for his big brother. Of course it helps that his cousins have been to every game, along with many other family members (I'm pretty sure Isaiah has had the most fans each game), to help distract him. And last night Grandma Lina brought some gummy candies for him. But he's definitely into the game as well. Unfortunately he has yet another summer to wait as despite being 14 months from Isaiah in age, they are two "school years" apart.

Caleb has so far been an easy spectator too. He typically naps during part of the time and thankfully, despite becoming increasingly difficult to rock him to sleep, he has eventually given in to slumber in my arms while cheering for Isaiah. And last night he was so completely off his normal schedule that he was wide awake the entire game, which was better.

And so that's how our typical Tuesday or Thursday evening, depending on the schedule, plays out. This is only the beginning of a very busy life for me... a life I thought would be busy for two parents and which now is going to play out even more so it would seem. (Again, not the time to blog about any of this yet... maybe one day...)

Heartbreak

2010-06-04T09:57:00.003-04:00

What I really need to blog about is too painful and raw right now, so for now I leave you with some lyrics from a song, many of the words of which are very fitting of my situation...

The Script: Breakeven

I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing,
Just prayed to a god that I don't believe in,
'Cuz I got time while she got freedom,
'Cuz when a heart breaks
no it don't break even.

Her best days will be some of my worst,
She finally met a man that's going to put her first,
While I'm wide awake, she's no trouble sleeping,
'Cuz when a heart breaks
no it don't break even, even no.

What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you
What am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're ok
I'm falling to pieces
I'm falling to pieces

They say bad things happen for a reason
But no wise words gonna to stop the bleeding
'Cuz she's moved on while I'm still grieving
And when a heart breaks
no it don't break even, even no

What am I gonna to do when the best part of me was always you
What am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're ok
I'm falling to pieces, yeah
I'm falling to pieces, yeah
I'm falling to pieces
(One still in love
while the other's leaving)
I'm falling to pieces
('Cuz when a heart breaks
no it don't break even)

You got his heart and my heart and none of the blame,
You took your suitcase, I took the blame.
Now I'm tryna make sense of what little remains, oh
'Cuz you left me with no love, with no love to my name.

I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing,
Just prayed to a god that I don't believe in,
'Cuz I got time while she got freedom,
'Cuz when a heart breaks
no it don't break, no it don't
break, no it don't break even.

What am I gonna to do when the best part of me was always you
What am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're ok
I'm falling to pieces, yeah
I'm falling to pieces, yeah
I'm falling to pieces
(One still in love
while the other's leaving)
I'm falling to pieces
('Cuz when a heart breaks
no it don't break even)

Oh it don't break even, no
Oh it don't break even, no
Oh it don't break even, no

We May Have Reached a Milestone

2010-04-19T15:44:00.006-04:00

Okay, so if you've been with me for awhile, you well know the struggles I had potty training Isaiah. And what with my nephew already trained, I'm slightly discouraged that Braylon isn't, at 27 months. That being said, I'm slightly apprehensive about pushing him. I know we're supposed to let them train when they are ready. But he really has shown signs of readiness. And it seems today we may have reached a milestone. He woke up this morning refusing the diaper, so into big boy underwear he went. And so far so good. He asked three times this morning to use the potty, once to poo, and I took him once when I thought it'd been awhile since the last time he'd gone. All four times there were results. He's back in his undies post nap, and so far so good again! In fact, I JUST took him and he chimed, "Yeah, me!" after looking to be sure he had done a "big pee" in the potty. (I can't believe my blogging life focuses so much on potty training and so little on thoughts flying through my head, but that's for another time.)

He's just such a different kid than Isaiah was. It's incredible the spectrum, really, that must exist, as in many ways my oldest two are polar opposites. He's such a ham, honestly. Isaiah too, but Braylon gets anyone going and just soaks up positive attention. Take yesterday, making "KISS" faces with Bert at Max's luncheon. Or the things he says to us as we're trying to get him to sleep.

I've really noticed a change in him by far the most the last while. Particularly in terms of his words. Before, he really let Isaiah speak for him, and really only I understood what he was intending to communicate. But now he's speaking sentences, understandable to most. He's counting to ten (well, sort of to twenty, actually, but he does 10 with no mistakes... he misses fourteen when counting to twenty). He's trying quite hard to carry on conversations now, and wants you to know exactly what he means to say.

It's other things as well. He has never been one for cartoons (where Isaiah can sit for hours, were he allowed, in front of the tv watching cartoons, Braylon doesn't avert one single glance in its direction). He's a very active boy, who just likes to play. And lately he's been into things more sophisticated. Take, for instance, how Greg noticed yesterday that, where a normal toddler would (and he himself used to) simply whack at a ball or puck with a hockey stick or golf club, he now tries hard to stick handle. At 2. On the floor of course, as I've yet to convince my boys to appreciate the ice like I do. It's phenomenal, really, watching how he carefully taps the ball to see just how much control he needs. (Maybe I should have him coach me, as I'm jumping into a new sport: ball hockey, next week and, did I mention, am completely uncoordinated when it comes to sports involving hand-eye coordination... that's why I play soccer and skate!!).

I'm interested to see where Caleb will fit in. He's really changing these days as well, but that will be for another post! I think two in one day, considering I've not blogged for ages (again, I know), is good for now!

Still Going "Strong"

2010-04-19T14:49:00.003-04:00

So, as many of you who read my blog know, I've been doing the P90X since the beginning of March. Initially my husband and I planned time for our workouts to happen together, but that quickly became impossible to keep up with three kids and a changing routine for Greg every two weeks. I quickly found myself, along with Tony Horton and his rotating fitness models, having to stick to my guns and continue reserving a chunk of time to head downstairs and exercise. Now, when I say exercise, I'm not so sure this is entirely what I was looking for. Not only is Tony incredibly annoying by disc 2, with his cheesy lines especially, but the program features certain exercises that I'm not sold on. But when I say I'm going to do something, and still have at least 15 lbs. to go until I can fit back into my pre-pregnancy clothes, I'm going to do it. And some of the "bulking up" I don't mind, as since turning 30 parts of my body, in particular my under arms, have begun to sag (yes, despite carrying three children day in and day out). However, there are parts I force myself to do, and I'm still not entirely convinced that I will achieve the results I am looking for through this particular program.

For one, as a friend of mine pointed out, there is no opportunity to plug in my personal information and goals so that I can better design the program for me. Where a personal trainer would sculpt a workout best for what I need at this point in time, this workout series is really quite generic, with generalized suggestions of what you should be doing (mostly in terms of reps). I'm totally guessing as to which weight would best suit the specific exercise, and how much I should push my body to accomplish in one day.

On the up side, people have mentioned they've noticed a physical change... which is good, mostly. It's sort of depressing in that I must really have been carrying a good deal of baby weight around for people to see such a result already, considering I have quite a way to go (it's a 90 day program). But, like I said, I've been sticking it out! And it's something, as right now I can't exactly get out of the house every day to work out at the gym. By the way, I suppose I really should have agreed to taking a "before" photo, as the program and Greg both suggested. But I was far too modest to take a picture of myself so out of shape seven weeks ago! That means I'm halfway done right now, as each phase is four weeks long.

Now, usually, unless I miraculously work it out to squeeze the workouts in while Caleb naps, I have all three munchkins downstairs, typically interrupting my workout at frequent intervals (though usually because Isaiah and Braylon, though best of friends, play together terribly these days and often need refereeing every few minutes). So what is supposed to be an hour/day commitment quickly turns in to 2 or so. Which means I don't keep up with the Ab Ripper addition that you're supposed to do 3 times/week, as once I'm done the first workout, I can't possibly squeeze in an extra 15 minutes (which equates to about 30 or 40 with kids). So that's been disappointing too, as my core is the most out of shape.

Now, don't get me wrong. I am completely fine with my post-pregnancy body. Honestly. In fact, I've embraced the fact that my belly button will be a crater rather than it's original small sunken cavity. And I've come to accept that I may be a little jiggly in places I wasn't before having kids. I just want to be slightly more fit. I don't seem to have the energy to keep up with my kids, nor do I have the funds to recreate my wardrobe in a larger size, to be honest. Most importantly, I feel better when I exercise, and it makes me want to eat better (though I've still not given up on certain bad habits... considering I just scarfed down some Mini Eggs leftover from Easter... but one thing at a time...).

And so, after making chocolate favours for Caleb's baptism this evening, the plan is to head down to begin week eight (planned well to have my "Beach Body" in time for summer, eh?... totally kidding, I'm not sure I'll ever sport a bikini again... but the workout series is part of the whole Beach Bodies corporation, hence the joke). The first workout of the week is the worst - he makes you do a variety of pushups and chin ups - but once you get passed it, the rest of the week is a lot easier, at least for me. So here's to maintaining some sort of fitness, trying to get a little healthier one small step at a time!

Leave of Absence

2010-03-23T22:47:00.003-04:00

Well, I did it. I applied for, and received permission to take, a leave of absence from work. Granted it doesn't take effect until September 2013, but it's the best I can do. And despite some griping from my husband - who thinks I rarely work as is, since I've been off on back-to-back-to-back mat leaves, basically - it's the best solution for us. (By the way, I'll leave that well enough alone for now, since most of you who read my blog fully know just what being a SAHM entails. It's not as if we sit around all day with our feet up doing absolutely nothing.)

So I am getting a full year off... in 4 years' time!!! I'll be off the year Braylon is in SK and Caleb in JK, which means I will be able to be home with them each on their days off (assuming Strathroy - if we even live here still - does not yet get full time kindergarden programming by then, which may be the case... either way, I'm off!). I'll be able to take all of my kids to school, participate in their school activities (fields trips and such), and not have the overwhelming responsibilities that come with my job, for once. (Can you tell I'm already dreading returning in September? How will I possibly plan lessons and mark for 3 courses, commute 2+ hours daily, and take care of 3 kids? With Greg on 2 weeks of afternoons every two weeks too? Argghh, can you sense the stress?)

It's definitely a financial concern, though, because I'll be taking a pay reduction in order to be "paid" the year I don't work. And considering I haven't received full pay for a full year since 2005, I'm not sure how this will pan out. I suppose, in a way, we've been living off a reduced rate since Isaiah was born, so I'm used to budgeting with financial constraints. However, we're sick of living so tight, and taking this extra year off means tying into four more years of doing so.

But I truly feel it is what is best. I'll hopefully finally be able to take courses to better myself as an educator that year as well, not to mention move up the grid. And I'll be less restricted time-wise for travelling, so should Greg manage to get full time at Toyota by then, and therefore be given holiday allowance, we could take a vacation outside of prime time. That would be nice! And best of all, did I mention, I'll be home with my kids! WOO HOO!! Honestly, I really wish I could stay at home with them to be their primary caregiver from now until that point. I know it's not feasible, as in my career giving up my position means giving up teaching entirely, really. Quitting in my board - even with the intent to return at some point - is quitting for life; there are far too many others chomping at the bait to take your spot. In many ways it is a downside of teaching (and I don't mean to gripe about the disadvantages of my job, as I know there are many perks as well, such as our summer holidays and fabulous pension plan). But it's true, it's not just some job I can leave for a few years and pick back up, maybe just somewhere else... it doesn't work that way. Which is in large part why we chose for me not to consider dropping to part time either, as it may be years before I receive my full time entitlement again (not to mention commuting to Woodstock to teach 66% with no guarantee my lines would be am or pm sounded slightly ridiculous anyhow). And as transferring closer has been unsuccessful thus far in my 6 years of employment, I resolve to accept the fact that, for now, I'm meant to teach at WCI.

And so that's what the future seems to hold. We've no clue where we'll be... Greg would move in a heartbeat to Woodstock, but it's me that is holding back (not that I'm tied to Strathroy, by any means, I'm just not sold on Woodstock). But I know I'll be home with my boys, which is time I'll never get back, so I'm glad to be spending it with my boys rather than at work (even though I actually do like my job!). Already the time has flown by - they grow up so fast...

Not Enough Hours in the Day

2010-03-16T19:44:00.008-04:00

So there are definitely not enough hours in my day lately. I am finding it difficult to keep up with blogging, obviously, but it's also just so darn busy with three boys so close in age. Don't get me wrong, I love being home, but it's a challenge to find time to devote to each of them. And sometimes my parenting is far from ideal.

But I do like that, now that we've "sprung forward" there is more daylight... and add in the mild weather we've been having, and at least we're taking advantage of what hours we do have in the day to spend them outside. We've been out for walks, and playing with the ride-on toys.

I am, however, finding it difficult to spend an hour of each day doing my workouts, though three weeks in and I'm still keeping up with them. Despite returning to both skating and yoga this winter, my post pregnancy body the third go has really struggled to find a shape anywhere near what I'd like. So I've been doing the P90X workout since the beginning of March. I'm trying to stick with it, even though there are parts I really don't like. We'll see how quickly results come!

Anyhow, a bit of an update...

Well, the boys are growing quickly. It's amazing, really. Their personalities are really starting to emerge, especially in Caleb and Braylon. Braylon is incredibly "strong-willed"! He is much different than Isaiah ever was at this age. He is certainly goofy, very active and loves to be physical, especially rough housing with Isaiah. His words have been coming along, with sentences developing and vocal responses becoming more sophisticated.

Isaiah is finally fully potty trained. He had a severe aversion to pooping in the potty, which we finally conquered a few weeks ago. And he tends to keep his nighttime diapers dry if I get him to pee just before falling asleep. I'm hesitant to take it away because I'd rather not deal with a wet mattress!

Caleb is, although no longer sleeping through the night, growing and changing daily. He really wants to get moving, but he hates tummy time so crawling is nowhere in sight. He's a good eater so far, though there are veggies he'd rather I not serve him! I think he's going to be much like Isaiah, although he loves both of his brothers.

Anyhow, the boys aren't letting me write much without distraction - the colouring at the desk beside me has already gone awry - so I'd best sign off for today. I will one day write more... there are actually a few things to catch you up on!

Life is Too Short

2010-02-02T15:19:00.003-05:00

It is with sadness that I blog today as my next door neighbour, Teresa, passed away yesterday after a hard fought battle with cancer. I really didn't know her all that well, to be honest, but what I do know is that she was an amazing woman. She was one of those people in this world who are genuinely good and nice, kind and loving. It is nice to be reminded that those sort of people still exist, and here she lived right next door! Despite what she had been handed, she was always cheerful and smiling. She carried herself with grace and poise, and was made of a strength very few are. As a true testament to her character - the soul of a being so kind and strong - is the tremendous support the community is offering her family as they deal with her death. She honestly touched the entire community, it seems, in one way or another. We all knew her, in some capacity. We all have only good to say of her, which is astounding. She had such a joyous spirit in her; she was always smiling and cheerful, even when fighting for life.

I can't even begin to imagine what her daughters are feeling - I have never for one moment considered life without my mom, who is very close in age to Teresa. I do know they are going to be amazing women, thanks in large part to their mom. And I know their mom will live on in them. I see her in each of them. They are each of them thoughtful, each of them optimistic, each strong and confident.

Her passing definitely serves as a reminder that life is too short. We really do need to make the best of it while we are here. Together. My husband and I fight far too often. We need to sit back and enjoy one another's company, enjoy growing old together, with our children. I stress about a lot of things. I need to relax. I have little patience and I tend to lose my cool too easily. I yell. I need to take things in stride and breathe. In honour of Teresa, I am going to make a concerted effort to improve daily, if only by a small margin.

Happy New Year 2010

2010-01-06T14:07:00.011-05:00

So, I have yet to remedy my lack of writing online often, and as it's not a priority to make a new year's resolution out of it, I apologize in advance for my (likely) continued sporadic posts. We're almost one week into the new year now and it's been more than one month since my last post. My apologies, I suppose we've been busy!

With... well, lots. We took the boys to have their picture taken with Santa Claus at Johans this year. However, Isaiah refused to sit with Santa and, since Braylon copies everything his older brother does - good or bad, we really didn't get a "good" picture. The boys would not, despite all coercion tactics on our part, sit on his lap, so the best we could do was have them sit in his chair while he kneeled beside them. I was surprised by Braylon, actually, because for quite some time prior to this he would point out the front window constantly and say "ant-a" at the Santa on the front porch of our neighbour's house. He seemed truly fascinated. Though I guess in person Santa is not the same as he is when safe in the distance. Regardless, we got a few pics:

It's a good thing Caleb is too young to know better!

That night I had my "surprise" 30th birthday. Greg had tried very hard to keep it that way, but I am just too clever so I figured out what he was up to long before the night. Oh well, it was still nice of him anyhow! Most of my friends are now out of town, or couldn't come for various reasons, but it was still a good night... even if I did turn 30. I'm still trying to cope!

This is the cake he tried to hide in our cold room - along with chips and pop. Can't put anything past me, Greg!!

Soon after I caught up with some good old friends of mine who weren't able to make it out that night. Some of my high school friends and I still manage to get together at least annually - and usually with hubbies and kids, usually at Christmas time (though we girls vow to do it more often). We tried out the new Tony Roma's in London, and even though it was all-you-can-eat-rib-night (right, Aliesha?!?), we weren't there for the food. I really enjoy catching up with those gals, and even though we really don't see one another often enough, nor do we ever manage to find a time when everyone can make it, it's so great to find time to meet every now and then. Speaking of which, ladies, we're into January and if we plan to keep up with our resolution to make this a monthly affair, we'd better get on planning a night!!

Unfortunately I'm starting to get busy with skating commitments. We had our first competition this month (thankfully one we don't care that much about placing well in, we just like to get the routine out and feedback in response) and, come January, I'll be on the ice a lot. So hopefully I can make it out to a girls night if we manage to organize one!

Much of the rest of the month was devoted to Christmas things. I never did finish my Christmas cards, so I apologize if you didn't receive one this year (or if the one you did receive was late... or, better yet, an addition to last year's). We did do some baking and Christmas crafts with the boys. Isaiah and I attempted to make a gingerbread house (though we cheated and used a kit). I'm really not artistic in the least, so it looks very amateur-ish, but we'll get better! I'd like to get into the traditions my mom kept up with us as kids with my boys, like decorating gingerbread men and baking certain treats, but I'm busy enough managing my day with three boys! Greg said I have to stop baking, anyhow, since neither of us have lost any weight (obviously...)!

Here we are decorating the roof!

Mid-month we hit a low as Greg's Avo Olivia passed away. She was 99 years old, and had recently had a few strokes, so it was in a way expected but nonetheless sad. It was the first time we really had to explain death to Isaiah and answer some of his questions. At first he didn't want her to become an angel to protect him and watch over him, and he didn't understand why we were going to say goodbye to her (at the funeral) when she was already dead. But I don't like dodging these issues, nor do I use kiddie-made-up words with my children, so we dealt with as much as he needed to know.

Then we headed into our busy Christmas visits with family. We celebrated with my side early, on the weekend before Christmas. It allowed my dad and Carol to head to the cottage early, and my brother and sister-in-law to only need to make one trip this way over the holidays. My Christmases are quite small, as I've only one sibling, but still very nice. My grandma, unfortunately, doesn't come back home any more - she stays in Florida. I really wish she would, as my kids are only going to be this young for a short while and it's really what makes Christmas - to see the expression on their faces and the belief in Santa, the magic of Christmas. And I miss her for us too. I know traditions change, but I don't get to see her very often anymore. We did have a great visit with my dad and Carol, James, Leanne and my niece Juliana. My dad and Carol spoil the grandkids like mad, so we were opening presents for a good hour or two, no word of a lie. The boys were very happy with their presents - especially the Thomas table my brother built for their trains. But it's not about the presents, it's about spending time with family. So I was glad to be able to do so with every one this year!

Here are the boys all dressed for dinner at my dad and Carol's house.

Isaiah (the pro now, with four Christmases under his belt) shows Braylon how to open his stocking!

Caleb and Juliana enjoy some floor time together!

Then we were off to my mom's for the Jaeger Christmas the following day. I always enjoy my mom's because it's enjoying the food I grew up with, and she keeps up with traditions I need to adopt with my kids (like the gingerbread men I mentioned before). She got the boys a wood kitchen from a store in Stratford, which they absolutely loved. It was the first gift they opened and they didn't want to bother unwrapping anything else!

The kids are really attached to my mom - Grandma Lina. She said she was sad to miss out on visiting time in a way because she was responsible for cooking, but she still managed to get a few squeezes in! My aunt Sue was there, which was nice, because we used to have strong traditions when it came to Christmas. We always had Christmas Eve dinner at my grandparents and would have trifle for dessert. There would be an almond hidden in the trifle and whoever got the almond won a prize. Well, this year it took until the very last spoonful of trifle to find that almond! Good thing Greg and I bought the Wii so we can work out those extra calories!!

Christmas Eve tradition since I've been with Greg has been to spend the night with the Rebelo side. His family is pretty close, and all of his first cousins are close in age, so we all still manage to gather together. This year we had it at his cousin Nellie's house, which strayed from tradition in that we've always had it at his Tia Gloria's in the past. We didn't stay too late, though, since we wanted the boys to get to sleep before Santa made an appearance!

Here they are in the living room, waiting patiently to open presents. Isaiah really gets along well with the older cousins too, and they're good about letting him play with them. At Avo Olivia's funeral he wasn't sure about Andrew, Nellie's third son, since Andrew and Max were play fighting and he wanted to protect Max, but he had a thing for Andrew this night! Braylon was more cautious and reserved - he didn't stray too far from me all night.

Christmas morning was had at our house. The boys slept in from the night before, and I actually had to wake them up and remind them who had come through the night.

Good morning, sleepy heads!

We ended up spoiling them as well. It's hard not to. We bought little things for each of them but in our attempt to make it fair we always ended up buying more. We didn't end up picking up the motorized car for them, though we will come spring, because it would have been too much. Isaiah got his Barbie (he got 3 actually) and Braylon was happy with everything he received too. Caleb was content to watch the action from his chair, allowing his brothers to open his gifts. It was definitely nice not to have to rush around and to simply enjoy Christmas morning at home with the boys. I will have to be careful though next year to wrap gifts from Santa with only one kind of paper and Greg will have to let me get shopping done without the kids in tow since although he still believed Santa brought him the toys Isaiah also knew I'd bought them at the store. Good thing he's only just 3!

That afternoon we had Christmas with the Faria families. The boys enjoyed playing with Justin and Rachelle and although they went to bed late again that night, they slept well once asleep because they were tuckered out. That's the one tough thing about Christmas - it completely messes with our usual daily routine and so sleep is altered significantly. We bought the Faria kids Band Hero for Christmas, so of course we opened it up and played much of the evening.

Our final Christmas was with Isaiah's godparents, our friends Candice and Altin. We are now godparents too, though not officially, to their daughter, Isabella. We went out to eat (and Isaiah passed out in the middle of dinner, so he had a sleep with his head on the table) before visiting with them. Bella is growing like crazy - we hadn't seen her for three weeks by this time and, at this age, they change daily! Everyone says Caleb is so much bigger now too, but I don't see it when I'm with him every day.

The rest of the month was devoted to work around the house. I got Christmas packed up and put away while Greg spent quite a few days framing the basement with his dad's help. It's almost done now, save for a few tricky spots. Then we'll have to plan out electrical before drywalling can begin. He's also been busy snowblowing lately as, with the turn of the new year, Strathroy has been hit hard with squalls. It has been nice for the boys, though, since they've been dying to go outside in the snow (which we didn't have up until about a week ago). Braylon is very cautious, as is his nature, and not much of a fan of the wind chill, but Isaiah loves being outdoors. Mateo came over to play with them while Greg was framing one day, and they've since been tobagganing at Weldon Park in Arva too. Here's hoping we can enjoy more days like this without treacherous weather now that Greg is back to work.

So, I've got two of three awake now (as it's taken me much of the afternoon to post this), and so I must sign off. Off to yoga soon anyhow!

Honest and Candid

2009-12-03T13:10:00.002-05:00

Sometimes I wish I could get honest and candid with my writing on here sometimes, but I'm reluctant to turn this into more of an online diary. I know I'd regret many of the things I'd be honest and candid about, as much of what irks me or frustrates me - and fuels the want to vent - are also things that I just need to work through independently. They're likely best left unsaid for various reasons as well. And I'm not sure why sometimes there are moments that there seem to be more things that irk me than not, but unless I decide otherwise, I'll just have to work them out in my head for now.

I do want to mention two peculiar things that came about since my last post:

1) Isaiah pooped in the potty!! (I can't believe that is something I'm so proud to note, but it's progress. He totally didn't mean to, it was happening before he knew it, but he was so happy that we reacted so positively that I'm hoping it happens again soon! Oh that I have to go through potty training two more times...)

2) After claiming my boys to be amazing (which they still are), two of them had two consecutive bad days immediately following that post. I should have knocked on wood.

Anyhow, back to my distraction - my boys - from the things that are troubling me! Must be since I'm soon to turn 30... yikes! I'll blog about THAT later!!

Bragging Rights

2009-11-30T19:04:00.006-05:00

Okay, so I'm certain every parent feels they have bragging rights about their children, but I have to claim my children to be absolutely amazing. They are gems. I am by no means taking full responsibility for their awesomeness - they are by nature wonderful kids - but I do think Greg and I have worked hard to help mould them, shaping at least the right direction. We are not perfect, nor is our parenting. We work on it every day. We acknowledge our shortcomings and work to improve. One step forward, two steps back most times. Yet our kids are great.

What brings this "I-feel-the-need-to-brag" moment about? Well, we went on a shopping trip to Birch Run, MI this past weekend, and numerous times we were given compliments regarding how well behaved our children were. And they really are. They are quiet and polite, well-mannered and calm. Not to say they don't have their moments - Isaiah and Braylon each fall victim to emotional reaction like their mom in the form of a temper tantrum, and sometimes it does happen in public. But they are for the most part exceptionally well behaved. I can take all three grocery shopping with no hesitation, and again when I did so today I had several people comment about what good boys they were being.

Of course much of it is nature - they were born good children, it is in their blood (thankfully they haven't seemed to have acquired some of our not-so-favourable characteristics). But I don't necessarily believe we were lucky to be blessed with good children, as many note, at least not entirely. I firmly believe we've had our hand in it too (so I suppose in a way I am bragging for a moment about Greg and I as well...). Though I often feel like a failure in a way, especially when I give in to an emotional response to their behaviour. Or in particular how Isaiah is still not fully potty trained; I have those moments questioning my ability to help him. Why can't I get my child to poo in the toilet? What is wrong with me as a parent? What am I doing wrong?

But then I also have those moments that I am proud of what I am doing. My boys often sleep all together. They play with one another so well. They rarely hit or punch, unless provoked. They are gentle and loving souls, in different ways. I am very blessed, and thankful for being so.

Letters to Santa

2009-11-25T14:20:00.003-05:00

Our town's Santa Claus parade was this past Saturday and during the parade the post collects letters to Santa (rather than mailing). So the boys and I (yes, mostly me) sat down to write their letters to Santa a few days before the parade. I sort of wanted to highlight what they're each like right now, so they're not your typical letter to Santa. Anyhow, I'll post them regardless!

CALEB CAMERON REBELO:

Dear Santa, November 20, 2009

My name is Caleb and this is my first Christmas (I am only 2 ½ months old, afterall)! I am very excited because my big brothers, Isaiah and Braylon, have told me all about it! Plus, I am becoming more alert with each passing day, taking in the world around me, so I am looking forward to seeing what the Christmas season is all about. I know I’ll get to spend the holidays with my loving family, and that is what is most important.

So far I have been a very good, sweet baby – I am very calm and quiet. I know my mom is busy with my two older brothers who are both toddlers (and therefore sometimes demanding of her time and energy), so I like to be as easy to care for as possible. Even though I am the youngest of three boys, though, my mom remembers to spend special time with me, and I love when she cuddles me tight. Daddy does too, especially on Sundays when he’s watching football. We have some great naps together, snuggled close. I’ve also been fortunate to have things of my own already, and what hand-me-downs I’ve been given have been worn well by my brothers before me, so I’m pretty lucky! I know there are far less fortunate children out there than to be the third of three boys, so I am going to give away all my clothes and toys once I am done using and playing with them.

I am growing every day, so I’ll likely be a little different come Christmas. Lately, I have been becoming very aware of my environment and like to smile in reaction to noises and familiar faces/voices. I love when my brothers remember to talk to me and when mommy is close-by. In fact, I am rather content to be simply placed in a room full of people; that in of itself is often enough to entertain me! I do, however, like to interact with my toys – my flailing arms are starting to show some sense of coordination when reaching for toys above me in my gym or dangling from the arch on my chair. As far as physical growth goes, I’ve had a very strong neck from birth, early able to hold my head up steady. I have gone through a serious bout of infant acne and am trying to beat cradle cap as I write, as heading into the winter season my skin is sensitive to the dry conditions. As a result, I’ve lost some of my locks since birth, but I’ve still a head full of hair! I love to sleep on my side, when not swaddled tightly, so that helps!

Anyway, Santa, I am looking forward to the holidays this year. Good luck finishing up with your list making toys in the workshop at the North Pole! Merry Christmas!

Love, Caleb (age 2 ½ months)

BRAYLON MIGUEL REBELO:

Dear Santa, November 20, 2009

My name is Braylon and I am almost 2 years old! I am writing to you this year as a middle brother, becoming a big brother to Caleb this past fall. My mommy says I am doing such a great job as a big brother. I love to hold my little baby brother, and I always remember to be gentle and loving with him. I adore planting kisses on his forehead, and I can’t wait for him to grow bigger so he can play with Isaiah and me. My older brother Isaiah is my best friend – I idolize him, I really look up to him. We play so well together, and I always want to do what he’s doing.

But sometimes I like my own things too. My favourite things to do are to play hockey and kick the ball around. This winter I am looking forward to getting out on the ice to learn how to skate. As you can tell, I prefer to be active – I’m not really into watching cartoons or reading books. I also enjoy playing cars with Isaiah. We have quite a few to play with, especially when we are rewarded for going potty well. I’m already trying potty since Isaiah is still being trained. I am a really good brother. I share well – whenever Isaiah wants something I am playing with, I give it to him willingly, even though he seldom returns the favour – and I just like to have fun. I am a very good little boy with a gentle soul and a happy, carefree spirit.

In fact, I’m getting so big. Mommy and daddy took my soother away for good a few weeks ago, and I hardly put up a fight. I’m also developing in terms of language – my words are really coming along. Even if no one else knows what I am saying, sometimes the intonation of what I intend to say is enough for my parents to understand. I can even sing along to children’s songs, without actually saying a single word, and my parents know which song I am trying to sing! I am a very good eater, except when I notice my brother has stopped eating and then sometimes I follow suit. And I really enjoy watching mommy cook supper or bake treats – I’m always asking to go up on the counter to help (or supervise). I love to cuddle still, even though I have my own comfort toy – a black lab fittingly called Raider. My brother Isaiah has one he calls Bailey! Together we love animals, especially feeding the ducks (I go nuts for ducks!). You could say I have my own quirks too, like how I always end up taking my socks off soon after mommy has dressed me in the morning; I like to be barefoot and free. Or how I am a very hesitant little boy – take, for instance, that I can climb up and down stairs, but I prefer to do so on my bum. I just like to be cautious! And even though I can be stubborn, I am full of personality. I love to ham it up, and just enjoy life! I am looking forward to turning two in the new year, and even though I am a late bloomer in some regards (like my teeth cutting in – I still only have 6 fully through), I have come a long way! But I am even more excited about Christmas first, so bring on the snow and festive spirit! I can’t wait to make some holiday memories this winter, Santa! I hope you’re just as excited making all the toys in your workshop for the good little boys and girls!

Merry Christmas!

Love, Braylon (age 21 ½ months)

ISAIAH JOSEPH REBELO:

Dear Santa, November 20, 2009

My name is Isaiah and I am three years old. I am already very excited for Christmas this year with my growing family. I am now big brother to Caleb, my baby brother, and Braylon too, who is only 14 months younger than me. He and I are the best of friends and I am looking forward to Caleb growing up so he can play with us. I am an excellent big brother. I am very gentle and loving with Caleb, and I’ve been a big help to mommy when she asks me to talk to him, trying to make him laugh, or put his soother back in when it slips out. He is such a sweet little boy. My little brother Braylon is the best! Sometimes I forget to play nicely with him, mostly because I used to be the only one vying for attention and I could play with everything by myself as I wanted. I can be very stubborn, and terribly independent, but I am becoming better at sharing and letting Braylon have a turn. At least I now always have a playmate!

My favourite things to play with are cars (especially Lightning McQueen), Thomas the Train, Little People, and animals. I have a vivid imagination; I am really good at making up stories for my toys, especially my animals, taking inspiration from the cartoons I watch, like Little Bear and Franklin. And I love watching cartoons! My mom says I am extremely bright and articulate, and most people find me well spoken for having just turned three. I also really enjoy reading and the school (pre-K books) my mom does with me. I know my numbers from 1 through 10, my ABCs, my colours and shapes, and I can also connect/circle objects and determine which is the smallest or largest. I love colouring (my favourite colour is red) and my motor skills are developing quickly since I can now colour much closer to the lines! I have an excellent memory as well. Sometimes I amaze my parents with the things I remember! I’m excited to actually go to “my” school next fall, not just because I like to learn but because I love playing outside on the equipment too! I really like the new set in town that my mom takes me to sometimes. Actually, I love being outdoors, riding my tricycle or helping daddy with work!

This Christmas will be my fourth, so I’m beginning to remember what it’s all about. I’ve already wondered if I’ve heard the bells of your sleigh, Santa, and I’ve been asking mommy and daddy about you and the North Pole (I’m very inquisitive at my age). I can’t wait for the holidays! Merry Christmas, Santa – say hi to Mrs. Claus and the reindeer for me, especially Rudolph!

Love, Isaiah (age 3)

Happy Hallowe'en!

2009-11-11T16:34:00.009-05:00

So I am well aware that Hallowe'en has long since passed - decorations are down in exchange for Christmas ones (and not only at the stores), the candy stash has been raided and depleted, and people have posted many a blog about various subjects since their own Hallowe'en post. But we're a little behind in the blogging world at this house, so I'm just now getting to posting my Hallowe'en pics (or possibly not - Caleb is starting to fuss, Braylon is spilling juice and Isaiah is needing to poop on the potty as I type so I'm back and forth).

Anyhow, Hallowe'en was a busy day for us. We took all three boys to the Backyardigans concert at Centennial Hall in London in the early afternoon. They were glued to the show the entire first half, poised motionless on my lap, one boy on each knee, clutching Tyrone and Tasha tightly in their hands, with an almost hypnotic trance effect with the characters dancing and singing on stage. The second half was not quite the same, but only because I had to nurse Caleb at intermission so their focus was interrupted. Anyhow, they both enjoyed the show tremendously - it was amazing to feel the energy surge through their bodies when the show began with them on my lap! And it was somewhat nostalgic as well because my mom used to take us to concerts when we were young - Raffi and Fred Penner, so not quite the same colourful entertainment, but a concert nonetheless!

Here they are coming on stage:

And toward the end of the show (post-climax of the storyline):

And the boys watching intently on my lap:

Immediately afterwards, we began our trek of visiting family and friends to show off our boys! It is completely exhausting to travel from house to house, unloading for 10 minutes just to pack them back up in the car seats once again, but a lot of our family and friends look forward to seeing them. And we did make it home to trick or treat up and down our street quickly as well as hand out candy to the last of the ghosts and goblins.

Here are our three characters dressed up:

Isaiah was a tiger, roaring at the door with hands outspread beside his face (for some type of added ferocity, I suppose).

Braylon was a spider (and the bulkiness came to help when he kept tripping down the street trying to keep in pace with his excited older brother who caught on to trick-or-treating fairly quickly, and was in a race to ring the next doorbell).

Caleb was a giraffe, though few saw his costume as he was bundled in the car seat for much of the day.

And here are two of the four pumpkins we (or might I correct, Greg) carved for our porch (we used templates to stencil the image on before cutting it out - except for the one we carved Rebelo in). Thank goodness we carved them before the actual day, since our day was so busy. They turned out fantastic, I think, and I can't wait to see what the boys pick next year! The kids on our street were amazed at the "artist" and come Hallowe'en we saw lots more pumpkins at our neighbours' houses that had templates used to carve haunted houses, ghosts, cats, bats, etc.!

Hallowe'en evening Greg and I managed to get out as well. We were originally going to a stag and doe in town, but despite Hallowe'en being Greg's favourite holiday of the year, we didn't get a costume together for either of us. That and Greg didn't want to go in the end, but since we'd already babysitters lined up (thanks Dad & Carol), we went to a movie instead... our first night out since Caleb was born. We saw "Couples Retreat" - a good laugh! And that was our day. Looking forward to the next holiday - Christmas - which tends to span a month or two around here once we get all the gatherings in. And I'll hopefully get to blogging more about the growing boys and our daily adventures at some point... cross your fingers!

Caleb's Photoshoot

2009-10-19T15:16:00.002-04:00

So, as with all of my children, I booked a "newborn" photoshoot for Caleb... My photographer, Kim, does amazing work, but I must admit I'm disappointed that I never seem to get all the shots in I want and I tend to be left wishing we had more time to try a few more poses on my list. That, and it's incredibly difficult, it seems, to schedule a session with her. Not her fault entirely, by any means, as Greg works long hours in addition to commuting, and her weekends are booked up, on top of the fact that each of our families have other commitments in our schedules. And so with her wanting to have natural light to work with, our timing is limited.

We did manage to squeeze in a few hours one evening this past week (we're getting an additional hour next weekend to try a few more, especially since Braylon refused to cooperate whatsoever so we've absolutely none of him alone). I'm excited to see what she did capture, but she's planning to wait until we finish the session to do up our cd. She did send me a "teaser" that I couldn't resist sharing, though, so I'm thankful for that (and that it turned out so well). However, I'm not certain she captured our typical "angel wing" pose - which I really want because we've the other two boys in that pose hanging on the wall up the stairs and I'd wanted to add Caleb to the mix. So I'm hoping we can redo that pose when we meet again. However, Caleb's infantile acne has worsened dreadfully, so although she was able to photoshop my arms out from underneath him in the above cocoon picture, I doubt she'd be able to photoshop his face! And, as he's now almost 6 weeks and therefore awake far more often than asleep in the day, I'm not sure we'll be able to get him sleeping for that one hour to be able to do the poses I wanted to in our original session (when he didn't sleep at all, and so some of the poses wouldn't work).

I suppose I should just let happen what will happen, but for some reason I just can't give up complete control! It's just like the other day - when she originally sent me the photo, actually - when I realized that somehow in the process of switching Blackberry phones and uploading data to redownload on the new phone, my phone pictures got lost. I seriously got upset. Just as I would if my house caught fire. I would be absolutely devastated to lose the pictures in my house. They serve as captured memories of moments, many pivotal, that are already faded, some lost, in my aging mind. It helps now to have digital, yes, but there are situations (like with the phone) that you still manage to lose them. Or forget which ones are backed up.

Anyhow, I'd meant simply to share a stunning photo, so I think it best I leave this post at that. I think my sons are truly beautiful babies, and I am blessed to have such amazing kids. I need to be thankful (and cognizant of that gratefulness) more often!

Third Time's a...

2009-09-18T15:07:00.005-04:00

...I'd really love to say charm, honestly. And although my labour was far quicker this go around, I can't say it was any easier the third time. In fact, Caleb had to be coerced into the world, as he was comfy and snug in the womb with no sign of vacating the premises (despite many attempts to evict him...).

So I'll spare the gory details - we women all have our labour/delivery stories - but I had to be induced in order to deliver Caleb, which was an altogether different, and might I add intense, experience. I was rather overdue by that point, though I'm not entirely certain of how many days since the doctors never really agreed on a "due date" per se. And so after only 5.5 hours of labour, including the time I was induced and the drug took effect, Caleb Cameron Rebelo finally entered this world!

Caleb weighed in at 8 lbs. 7 oz., 20 inches in length - the middle weight and length of my three boys. He was close to being born on 09/09/09, but neither of us were willing to wait another day at that point! He's been home now for 10 days, and this morning I took him to the Well Baby Clinic to weigh him and he's up to 8 lbs. 12.5 oz., which is great because he left on the 10th at 7 lbs. 13 oz. So as far as feeding, he's doing well. He's not the greatest nurser - mostly in terms of latching - but we're making progress, and he's the most content of the three, going usually 3.5-4 hours between feedings. His nights are getting slightly better, though we've a long way to go before I see solid sleep again, that I know! (What is the trick, Juliana?!)

The older two absolutely adore him - they're constantly wanting to kiss him and hold him. They love to lie down beside him, and are the first to inform me when he's awake, as they're desperate for another playmate. So far they haven't been too possessive of mommy, and in fact they've been incredibly understanding of mommy's need to attend to Caleb's needs first. KNOCK ON WOOD! They seem, so far, to be proud big brothers.

As for handling three, so far it hasn't been that bad. We've not had to adjust our routine too much, since Caleb mostly eats and sleeps during the day, save for a few moments of wakefulness spread throughout the day. He's been a fantastic baby so far, and though I know it will be harder as he grows older, particularly in a few months' time, I'm very blessed to have such wonderful children. I know I said I'd be disappointed if I never had a little girl, but I wouldn't trade my three boys for anything - they are the most precious things in the world.

Looking forward to sharing the next steps of our lives with three children under three (for awhile, at least...). Hope you enjoy reading the snippets of our adventures!

Backyardigans Story

2009-09-17T11:44:00.004-04:00

On the long weekend of September we decided to take the boys to Storybook Gardens (which Isaiah called Backyardigans Story all day - likely confused because he's already pretty excited to attend the Backyardigans concert in October). We'd been meaning to go all summer, but many of our plans never materialized - we always seem to get busy doing nothing really. Anyhow, we ended up going with Stacey and her boys, Mateo and Sebastian, and our cousins: Janice and Shorty and their daughter Jasmine, too, which made for a better experience for the boys, I think!

Storybook hasn't really changed much over the years, as I haven't been there since my own childhood. The play equipment is much advanced, and the kids took advantage of the great day to play on three different sets. Both of them are fairly skilled at climbing and sliding, but it was a full time job trying to follow them around and make sure they were safe, particularly as the park was rather busy. Braylon and Isaiah both loved the slides, and climbing the different levels.

As for the animals, the boys were pretty excited to see the different "attractions" - though I'd say the variety and numbers aren't by any means impressive, even for a toddler. Braylon has a fascination for ducks right now, so he was the first to notice them all wading in the mucky water. The peacocks were a hit too, as were the three seals (even though they never did surface on the rocks for a good picture).

The new feature - the splash pad - was of far greater interest, especially as it was a hot day. Well, that is for all the kids except Braylon. He's very cautious by nature, so he was reluctant to be convinced of its advantages. Daddy tried to coax him in, and got pretty wet in the process, but Braylon wanted none of the unexpected sprays. Eventually he was entertained in a "limited spray" area, but Isaiah and his cousins were running around through the water all afternoon!

The boys are, thankfully, relatively easy to please as well. Even though Braylon wanted nothing to do with the water, he was easily entertained in the stroller. He finds the smallest things hilarious, and his laugh is something I wish I could bottle and store for years. It is the most adorable sound. I kept him busy in the shade (since I was 11 days overdue at that point), tickling him and whatnot. He is such a ham!

Isaiah was thankfully easily coerced out of his wet clothes since he has a genuine affection for his cousin Jasmine, and wanted to dote on her for awhile. So that allowed us to get ready to finish the route through the park...

...which we finished off with the typical picture with Humpty Dumpty.

Afterward we took them over for a train ride, which of course was a favourite too. The boys were first in line, watching intently as the train made its way round the course, anxious for it to return and pick them up. Both of them were happy to ride 'round the park, except of course when Braylon caught sight of the geese (which he still calls ducks too, since we go to the conservation area on a regular basis to feed the ducks here, where there are both ducks and geese). At that point, he wanted off that train to chase the geese (which always makes me incredibly nervous because I don't trust geese at all...).

This is Braylon exclaiming repeatedly, "Duckies, duckies, duckies!" and then chasing after them!

All in all it was a great day, and the boys were happy to get out of our normal every day routine. Hopefully now that Caleb has arrived (which I'll blog about soon, I promise) we can still get out and do things, as the boys really enjoy new adventures!

Swimming Lessons

2009-09-02T15:14:00.005-04:00

For two weeks during the month of August the boys, along with their cousins Mateo and Jasmine, were in swimming lessons for 1/2 an hour each day. They really enjoyed the time in the pool, save for having to do things on their backs or with a life jacket, and I didn't even mind having to sport a maternity bathing suit for 2 weeks straight since by that time summer had finally arrived (though it has long since vanished). And although by the end it had become somewhat repetitive by nature (singing the same songs in a circle, rocketship glides, starfish floats, etc.), that's what practicing skills is like (so they'd best get used to it since daddy expects all three to be professional hockey players!). Anyhow, just thought I'd post a few pictures of their time in the pool (hopefully we'll have our own one day, but for now we've signed them up for lessons again next summer).

Here they are on day one, "painting" their bodies with water in order to ease them into the pool (which most days was refreshing since we lucked out with warm weather):

Of course we couldn't help but capture some back work (Braylon nearly ripped my earrings out each time, he dreaded back starfish float):

Isaiah didn't mind the life jacket so much, though by the second week he wasn't fond of having to swim with the instructor as he'd long since learned mommy was in the pool with Braylon and he should have a chance with mommy too:

Both boys loved jumping in off the side, quite possibly Braylon's favourite thing to do. He would leap like nothing and if you didn't help him back up quickly to jump in again, you'd better watch out! Here are a few pics of them jumping:

And we played a few familiar games, such as drip-drip-drop:

Overall it was worth the money we paid for them to just get in and used to the pool, beginning to learn the basics. It will be hard to practice in our inflatable pool with 1' of water, but hopefully by next year we'll notice a difference when we get them in swimming!

Play equipment

2009-09-01T16:28:00.005-04:00

This summer, the boys have been obsessed with play equipment. It's been nice to get them outside to enjoy the equipment we (and many of our family and friends helped) purchased for them in our backyard, but they've also been able to use some town equipment sets too - here in Strathroy as well as in Grand Bend.

Braylon favours swinging, though he quickly mastered climbing the stairs so as to go down the slide. Isaiah learned quickly from the neighbour girls how to do things the "big kids" do, like climb up the slide barefoot. He's a master of the rock wall and has little fear of steep slides. We'll have to keep an eye on him! Both of them thoroughly enjoy spending time in the sandbox too, though I can't say I prefer when the majority of the time is spent there simply because they're very dirty boys when they're done playing, and if you know me you know I'm a neat freak. Anyhow, I thought I'd post a few pictures of them sliding and swinging - they had a playdate with their cousins yesterday on our equipment but I haven't loaded the pictures we took.

Here's Braylon ready for take-off down the slide at Strathroy's new equipment:

And big brother Isaiah is starting to show interest in the "activities" on the equipment there:

Isaiah is launching off down the slide on our equipment:

As Braylon follows suit:

Playing together in the sandbox:

Isaiah is quick to pick up what the big kids are doing:

Teeter-tottering together:

Going down the twirly slide:

Due Date #2

2009-09-01T15:48:00.005-04:00

No wonder they call it expecting... for all three pregnancies, I've expected to go into labour much earlier than I have... or will in this case. I'm now officially at due date #2: September 1, and there is no baby in sight. Of course, as is typical for my cervix, I am closed. Not that that means a great deal - I'm not one of those types of women who dilate weeks in advance. In fact, with both past pregnancies I showed absolutely no sign of starting to labour the day before. So there is some sense of hope left that I will not be having a mid-September baby; Caleb could potentially still make an appearance today in fact. However, yesterday I had a stretch and sweep done, as I was apparently "favourable" despite being closed, and yet there's still no Caleb in sight (I'll spare you the details, but it's supposed to work in about 10% of women... apparently I'm not so fortunate to be one of those lucky few). I've a feeling all three boys will make a record with their 10 day late arrivals... just a hunch.

It's funny... I'm really not a superstitious person, nor do I believe in the moons (yes, Tia Connie, I know you're likely going to be right regardless in that he won't come until Friday at the earliest) or any of that, but I do think he has reason to wait (besides that my womb is apparently a warm and cosy comfortable abode). That is because we don't have a middle name. We've yet to settle on one we both like, and Greg is stuck on a list of three that I'm not too fond of or I just don't feel suit this baby. Here's some of the ones I've looked up that I like, though none of them "speak" to me as "the" middle name to give him: Jaxen, Avery, Levi, Asher, Korbin, Halden, Emil, Milan, Rowan, Julian, Kaden, Nicolai, Ephraim, Ewen, Ayden, Malachi and Finley. I don't know... I like when the name flows well, but we're pretty darn stuck. Hence Caleb's reluctant attitude about joining us in person! :)

Anyhow, I'm hoping he decides to make a natural appearance rather than having to be induced, especially as SMGH favours drug inducement (though they're closed this weekend so should he decide to arrive on the long weekend we'll be travelling into London for the delivery). But I hate the waiting game. I'd love to know why our brains aren't able to tell our bodies when to have a baby (or at least be informed via the inhabitant of the womb when he is ready to make his appearance); it boggles my mind at how much we have absolutely no control over! How can I have no clue whatsoever when my labour will begin? It's my body!!

So I'm trying all the natural methods I can think of, save for castor oil, to get this labour started... the boys and I went for a nice long walk today to feed the ducks to see if gravity could play a hand, but as of now I'm feeling little else besides the same low pressure and the dying cramping effects of the stretch and sweep yesterday.

Oh well, soon enough we'll be a family of five (well, six if you count Raider... our fish have long since passed, by the way). I'll be sure to post as soon as it happens, so stay tuned!!

Traditions

2009-08-08T17:40:00.005-04:00

So, for the past few August long weekends, we've been making a tradition of heading to Vanessa, where Greg's family's cousins own a ginseng farm. They've a gorgeous property and, when the weather cooperates, we're fortunate to enjoy the time to use their pool (especially as we're nowhere near being able to afford one for our backyard any time soon). They've actually got the perfect backyard set up - though were we to have the same thing, we'd have no grass area elsewhere as what they have in pool and gardens alone is the extent of our entire lot. Anyhow, as I said, they've the ideal pool area (and hopefully one day so will we, particularly as - unless year-round schooling settles into our board too - the boys and I will be able to use it every day of summer holidays... or unless it's a summer much like this that is rainy, dreary, and cooler than I'd like most days).

Isaiah was very interested in swimming and I think I'll be getting my money's worth when he begins lessons Monday. He had to be coerced into using the floatie, though - necessary when we all tired of helping him swim or when I had both boys to myself - but otherwise wanted to be swimming - mostly independently if he had his way. Hopefully the lessons help teach him to swim by himself fairly well because he is a pretty stubborn boy when it comes to wanting to be in the water. His lips were blue half the time - despite the 89 degree bath-like water - because he refused to come out of the pool and dry off for awhile in the sun.

Braylon, on the other hand - and much like everything else, had to be coerced into swimming itself, though eventually he took a liking to it. Isaiah and his cousin Mateo were "swimming" in the fountain at first, but Braylon was content to amuse himself while they sorted rocks and caught the falling water in the trucks. Once we were in the big pool, though, Braylon enjoyed lounging in his floatie, safe amongst the many aunts and uncles lounging on their pool noodles. Yes, I think we'll have to invest in a pool at some point... our efforts to convince my in-laws to put one in are fairly pointless, I think! So one day...

Anyhow, we didn't just swim and sun bathe... there was much entertaining to be had. It's nice, despite my lack of having caught on to Portuguese, to just sit around and enjoy one another's company. Quite a few of Greg's aunts and uncles go up (and usually so do their kids, though this year was slightly different), so there's plenty of conversing to be had. And there's always an abundance of food to be consumed... even if it takes 8 hours for the lunch spread to appear on the table (I shouldn't complain - and I'm not really, I'm more noting a fact - as I don't yet help much in the way of food preparation). And they've beautiful grounds, as I've mentioned.

And so marked the middle of our summer holidays, which are passing rather too quickly (though at least I'm not returning to work come fall). Already another weekend half-over and, with the anticipation of the arrival of our third son, I'm assuming the rest of August will fly by as well. Hopefully we keep busy and I can post our adventures in blogs to come!

ExpectNet Baby Pool

2009-08-04T17:29:00.003-04:00

So I finally set up a baby pool for this pregnancy. If you'd like to play, follow the link on the side OR go to www.expectnet.com and search for our game: RebeloBaby3. Good luck with your guesses!

15 Books in 15 Minutes

2009-07-28T13:40:00.003-04:00

So, many of you are likely familiar with the meme that is currenty passing through Facebook. I've yet to post this note there, as I thought I'd work out my list here first. As far as a list, however, I'm unable to make decisions about the order of the 15 books I've posted, and I of course found it hard to narrow the list to 15, so I've included honourable mentions at the bottom that just weren't able to make the cut!

If you're not familiar with the 15 Books meme, it is as follows:

Rules: Don’t take too long to think about it. Fifteen books you’ve read that will always stick with you. First fifteen you can recall in no more than fifteen minutes.

So, here are my 15:

Love you Forever (Robert Munsch)
The Secret Garden (Frances Hodgson Burnett)
Anne of Green Gables (Lucy Maud Montgomery)
Jane Eyre (Charlotte Bronte)
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn (Betty Smith)
Fall On Your Knees (Ann-Marie MacDonald)
The Lovely Bones (Alice Sebold)
A Fine Balance (Rohinton Mistry)
Roughing It In The Bush (Susanna Moodie)
The Birth House (Ami McKay)
The Red Tent (Anita Diamant)
A Handful of Time OR The Sky is Falling (Kit Pearson)
The Giver (Lois Lowry)
The Stinky Cheese Man and Other Fairly Stupid Tales (Jon Scieszka and Lane Smith)
The BFG or James and the Giant Peach (Roald Dahl)

With close cuts made to:

The Stone Diaries (Carol Shields)
Life of Pi (Yann Martel)
My Name is Asher Lev (Chaim Potok)
The Cider House Rules (John Irving)
The Secret Life of Bees (Sue Monk Kidd)
The Number One Ladies Detective Agency (Alexander McCall Smith)
Memoirs of a Geisha (Arthur Golden)
Bridge to Terebithia (Katherine Paterson)
Fahrenheit 451 (Ray Bradbury)
1984 (George Orwell)
Two Solitudes (Hugh MacLennan)

And next on the reading list (already purchased, just a matter of time to read something other than children's books) is The Time Traveler's Wife (Audrey Niffenegger) which I noticed was on many a list, as well as My Sister's Keeper (Jodi Picoult) because my students are obsessed with her so I want to see what the hype is all about...

I'm not going to tag anyone as you'll then feel more obligated to do this, but if you do complete a list of your own I'd be interested to know your top 15! I'm amazed at how many pieces of literature from studies in high school made it on the list... maybe I was early inspired to be an English teacher?!

Annual Rebelo Family Reunion

2009-07-20T15:47:00.006-04:00

Yesterday we had the annual Rebelo family reunion in Bayfield, a gathering that has been going on for quite a few years now (I should check the golf trophy to be certain, but I know it's many years more than I've been a part of the family... and yes, there's a golf trophy, but I'll get to that later - too bad I don't have a picture loaded to show you what will now sit "proudly" on the mantle for the next year thanks to Greg's win).

Anyhow, at some point each summer, Greg's Tia Gloria hosts the family on a Sunday for a reunion of sorts (yes, despite the fact that we see plenty of one another in town for various occasions as well!). This year was different, however, in that it was the first year in which we did not stay the entire weekend in Bayfield as Greg's grandparents sold their trailer last summer (where we've stayed in the past). Not that we always stayed there - we used to pitch a tent on Gloria's lot in the early years and we even rented a lot close to the trailer another - but with two kids and another on the way, we thought it would be easier to drive up for the day, as many others do. It made for an early morning, as the guys play a round of golf, for which there is a trophy, with an 8 a.m. tee-off time, but we managed!

AND it was also a special reunion because it was Avo Olivia's 99th birthday as well. Greg has some good genes in his family, that's for sure!

So, while the boys were off to golf under overcast conditions (it threatened rain but thankfully held off - fitting the entire family on the porch of a trailer would be next to impossible), the ladies and children always head off to breakfast. The only thing that changes is the waiter seems to get more rude with each passing year, but the breakfast is good and we've four hours to kill before getting lunch ready.

We returned to the park and kept the kids entertained in the cool lake breeze by renting the "family car" from the office. The Couto kids did most of the pedalling, thankfully, because Stacey and I tried a round and not only was it a workout but our legs kept knocking each other.

After lunch, we headed down to the beach for awhile with some of the kids. Braylon had fallen asleep by that point, but Isaiah was still rip roarin' so he went swimming, climbed on the rocks, and tried skipping stones with daddy.

Typically at some point we play a massive game of soccer, which we eventually got to after sitting around in the afternoon for awhile. And of course the kids had to go for another ride before heading home, so we didn't get out of Bayfield until well after 8 last night. Poor Greg had to head in to work this morning, so I'm sure he'll be exhausted once he comes home!

Anyhow, we're looking forward to keeping the tradition alive - and next year is sure to be a memorable one as Avo Olivia will be 100 years old! Very few people achieve that feat, that's for certain!

Beach Boys

2009-07-20T15:20:00.007-04:00

So despite the crappy weather this summer, we've managed to make it to the beach twice... which in days long ago would not nearly be enough for a week let alone an entire summer, but since becoming a mom we don't manage to get beach days in very often so it was a treat to go twice in one week (even if I look like a beached whale at 34 weeks pregnant)!

Day 1 was an impromptu trip to Grand Bend with my sister-in-law and her sons, mostly to avoid the driveway work going on at home and to take advantage of one of the only nice days we'd had in some time. We loaded up (unfortunately two separate vehicles) and drove up to the beach to spend the afternoon in the sun. The boys were all well behaved, as was Olivia, my neighbour "adopted daughter" of kinds - she's Isaiah's summertime best/girl friend (sorry, Lola) - as we spent the afternoon watching the boys play with the beach toys and Olivia swim in the waves.

Day 2 was also planned somewhat last minute, as Greg had been working hard on "holidays" to finish the driveway with the help of many friends. He deserved some relaxation too, and we were blessed with a second good beach day in one week weather-wise, so we trekked back up 81 to the Bend. The boys again enjoyed digging in the sand, burying their legs with daddy and filling up the holes he dug with water from the lake. They both went in for a bit of a swim too - Isaiah to jump the waves and Braylon to watch the action of the various high school kids playing catch and giggling in gaggles.

We didn't last as long as I'd originally hoped, though, as I wanted a nice long day at the beach - not only does beach air tire you out, but beachin' it with a 2.5 year old and a 1.5 year old whilst being 7.5 months pregnant keeps you too busy to relax in the sun.

We did tackle the new play equipment and take a stroll down to the pier as well as up and down the main drag, but we headed home mid-afternoon (though we did go out for dinner at Cello that night with our neighbour friends anyhow, so we came home for a reason). This summer is flying by, so I'm hoping to enjoy a few more beach days before delivery-day because I can't fathom taking these two monkeys and a newborn to the beach! I'm sure we'll have tons more summer adventures, beach-related or not, before the fall, so be sure to stay tuned!

Happy Anniversary

2009-07-09T15:59:00.005-04:00

Hard to believe that on this day, four years ago, Greg and I were married. Time sure flies! Two and a half kids later...

We've really been blessed to have lived a fairly good life thus far. In our four years of marriage, and technically the years dating prior to that, we've managed to expand our family - first with a black lab named Raider in November 2004...

...then our first born, Isaiah Joseph, in November 2006.

Along came our second son, Braylon Miguel, in February 2008...

...and we're now expecting our third, TBA.

It's been a ride. And we've managed to live a pretty busy life, watching NFL games...

attending plenty of family functions, most often weddings as the extended family continues to grow...

...acquiring nephews and a niece, sharing in holidays with our kids, and taking some vacation time for just the two of us.

It's really been a busy four years!

So, here's to many more, Greg! I look forward to seeing what our future has in store!

Juliana Reese Herr & Sebastian Murataj

2009-07-08T15:27:00.007-04:00

Congratulations to my brother and his wife, Leanne, on the safe arrival of their daughter, Baby Juliana Reese. It's been a few weeks now, but I hadn't had a chance to post a blog, so I'm making up for it today (while taking breaks to convince Isaiah it really is indeed nap time -- although, to his defense, there have been numerous distractions, including the machines prepping our driveway and the neighbour girls checking in to see if he can play... twice). We unfortunately weren't able to make it down to Orangeville to visit them in the hospital, but we squeezed in a visit (despite a pile of marking and feeling under the weather) on the weekend after she was born. I've only twice laid claim to an unknown gender, and I was right - I now have a niece!

Here I am stealing some quality girl time:

And Greg had a chance to hold her too:

The boys were both pretty taken with her too; they're really good brothers and are quite used to their cousins on Greg's side, so they were gentle and sweet with her... it just meant rough housing one another with daddy when they were allowed!

My mom and Greg drove down to visit that day as well, so here is Grandma Lina with her first grand-daughter... and then with all the grandkids!

So the new Herr family looks much like this: my brother James and sister-in-law Leanne, with their daughter Juliana and dog, Keelee. Funny, I'm surrounded by boys while my brother's family is made up of girls!

We stopped in to visit again on our way home from the cottage, and snapped a Herr cousin shot:

Anyhow, while I am posting this, I should also post a congratulations to my sister-in-law and brother-in-law for their new addition as well, since I was not updating my blog when they had their second son. And sadly I've no pictures of my new nephew Sebastian whatsoever, which will inspire me to capture a few in the next few days since it's pathetic we've caught none at all and he's now two months old. But here is my sister-in-law with her oldest boy, Mateo, riding the cars at the Turkeyfest:

Congratulations Stacey, Ermal and Mateo on your growing family as well - and welcome Sebastian to the family (I promise to not only steal some snaps off Facebook from your mommy's profile, but now that we've a new camera I'll be sure to get some for ourselves as well!).

Busy Bees

2009-07-08T14:22:00.011-04:00

We've had ourselves a busy summer so far -- we took a day trip to the African Lion Safari and then the boys and I were off to the Herr cottage for a holiday. Unfortunately it was rainy and cold, not all that typical for the first week of July up north, but we survived and had ourselves as much fun as possible despite the rain that NEVER let up! But we had gorgeous weather for our Safari day...

Now of course our original plans got skewed when the drive shaft on my truck decided it wanted to go. Knock on wood, we've been lucky with our truck for the most part, considering it gets 200+ kms/day with me commuting to work. But with impeccable timing, we were out a vehicle with plans to go on this trip. Thankfully we were able to take my in-laws' vehicle, although it meant they didn't end up coming with us. So we picked up Greg from work at Toyota and off we went to the safari. The boys were super excited, Isaiah in particular, as for days we'd been counting down the sleeps until he got to see the animals. We went on the boat cruise first, to see the monkeys and the birds, before heading out on the safari tour. Here we are waiting for our bus:

The boys were captivated, despite the thick glass separating them from the animals, and well behaved, save for a few shrieks of excitement. Greg and I sat on opposite sides so that they could move around the bus depending on which side the best view was from.

Isaiah really enjoyed the lions and the monkeys, even though he claims his favourite was the elephants (which unfortunately he missed because he fell asleep).

The animals were most definitely used to the traffic - as they hardly noticed the cars moving around them and the people gawking at them. I'm glad we took the bus through, actually, as the baboons were notorious for riding 4 or 5 on top certain cars, and knowing our luck they would have chosen ours!

Anyhow, after we toured the different areas of the reserve, we had a picnic lunch and headed into the water park splash pad. It took a little convincing on both their parts to get wet, Braylon more so than Isaiah, but eventually they took to the wading pools, sprinklers and jets, and Isaiah even tried out the slide! I was worried he would want to head into the bigger part of the water park, as he tends to think he's much older (and in fact was tall enough), but he seemed content to play in the baby/toddler area. Here they are goofing around:

The boys then had a nap, so Greg and I caught the elephant show, for which Braylon saw the tail end. The elephants were all very talented - shooting hoops, painting, and doing gymnastic tricks. All in all, it was a great trip - and having never been to African Lion Safari, I was quite impressed myself.

Then the boys and I were off for our annual trip to the Herr cottage in Haliburton, a trek I've made solo with the boys before, though it's a long one. There never really is an ideal time to leave, as the boys aren't going to sleep comfortably in car seats were I to leave late at night, and I wasn't about to expect them to be well behaved for the 5.5 hour drive. So we did our best, and they weren't too bad.

Unfortunately, as I mentioned, the forecast was not in the least bit appealing. It rained, and I mean rained, every single day, save for a few hours on Canada Day and then the day before we left. It was hard on the boys to be cooped up, especially in a cottage -- though had it been warmer, the black flies and mosquitoes might have eaten them alive outside anyhow. We did manage to get out for a full day of sunshine on the boat -- swimming and playing with the beach toys on the lake, touring before lunch, and back to the boat launch for an afternoon swim before heading back in to the cottage. So the boys got to exert some energy outside!

And so we've been home for only two days now -- which have passed equally fast with appointments on Tuesday and an eye exam this morning for me. The rest of the summer is by no means planned out, but I'm certain we'll find ourselves keeping just as busy! We'll be sure to keep you posted!

We're Back!

2009-06-25T13:16:00.003-04:00

Well, the life of a full time English teacher full time mom full time commuter hasn't afforded me any time to maintain my blog, so first my apologies for my complete abandonment. But we're back in action... until I go back to work after this last leave, that is. But let's not think about that right now, I'm not even technically done this school year (although I see very little point in me having to come to work tomorrow besides the fact that I HAVE to). But the end is in sight...

So where to begin? There's ever so much to catch up on, so it's somewhat overwhelming to decide how to start off this blog. Well, maybe some of you noticed - those that weren't privy to this information before - that we're expecting our third son late August/early September due to the addition of my pregnancy countdown... though I suppose you'd have had to scroll down to the bottom to find that! Anyhow, we are indeed pregnant again, and we'll have 3 under 3 for a few months. All's well with this pregnancy - same old hat. I'm glad to be finishing work now thanks to timing, though - I can't imagine working until my due date as I did with the previous pregnancies. I don't know if it's because this one is so low or that this is the third and my body never returned to its natural 'state' between pregnancies so my muscles are stretched beyond recognition at this point, but this one is definitely feeling kind of uncomfortable. Anyhow, we're into the last trimester, so it's now a matter getting the boys into one room together and digging out the baby stuff from the basement again.

As for the other two boys - well four, if you count Greg and the dog - they're great. They've grown and changed so much since the last post, but as I'm typing at school I've no pictures to load at the moment to help you visualize the changes in them. So I'll save updating them in particular until I have a moment at home to do so.

Which may be awhile. We're headed to African Lion Safari on Saturday and then I'm off with the two little ones to Haliburton to relax at the cottage for a week or so. Some well deserved vacation for all of us. Other summer plans are finally doing our driveway - we bought the paving this week - and the boys are going to be taking swimming lessons in August as well. But otherwise, we're just going to likely have some 'us' time. Teaching really took that away from me with all the marking I had to do on the weekends.

So, I think I'm going to try to find a way to beat the heat (did I mention I teach in a school with no air conditioning?). I will catch you up on everything else at some point soon!

You'd Never Guess

2009-03-17T15:19:00.003-04:00

That I was back to work. I've completely given up on blogging. These days I'm lucky to check Facebook weekly, that's how little time I have to myself. Yes, it's truly been back to life, back to reality. (So you'd never guess that I'm on March Break right now and, despite a pile of marking on my dining room table, I'm taking the opportunity to catch up on blogging!)

Anyhow, the worst part of being back to work is how little time I have with my boys. Where I spent all day every day with them before, I now see them for a mere handful of hours in the evening. Because I am still commuting to Woodstock, two hours of my day are wasted in my truck - we're still in debate about the move, which I'll save for later blog posts. And so we're not usually getting them until 4:30 or 5, at which point I've got dinner to make. Then it's usually clean-up, bath time, a little bit of play and story time, and off to bed for the entire family (as Greg, for those of you who don't know, is also working in Woodstock now). Such is our life. Not ideal, but it's our reality.

So I've definitely been counting down to March Break - a whole week at home with my boys. I admit jealousy when I heard my colleague's vacation plans, but in all honesty I was looking forward to my break because it meant being home, just relaxing. And fortunately thus far we've had nice weather to boot. It's been low-key so far, though we did take them into London Sunday because Isaiah's godparents, our friends Altin and Candice, wanted to take the boys to the Children's Museum. It was pretty cool to see how much more interactive and excited Isaiah was about the exhibits (despite their lack of change since I myself went as a child) from the last time he was there, which was maybe a year and a half ago.

And it's been different being home with them from seven weeks ago (yes, I've been at work nearly two months) because Braylon is now walking. And climbing. He is obsessed with motoring up the stairs, and hussles at lightening speed to return once he is removed. He absolutely hates to be told no, and he doesn't quite listen so well as Isaiah did at this age. Isaiah was interested in the stairs too (we have gates at the top of each set, but never had to install a gate at the bottom for Isaiah), but gave up far sooner than Braylon when we kept taking him off. Braylon, I think, is desperate for his own sense of independence, and so it'll take awhile... though I blocked the stairs off today with the coffee table because I was having to retrieve him every few minutes.

Isaiah, too is changing, though we don't notice daily. He is definitely improving in terms of speech; Greg and I are constantly looking at one another with a bewildered expression at half the things that come out of him. He is really quite anxious to be able to master some of the things that are out of his ability at the moment, but it is nice to see he doesn't get frustrated about it. And the two-year-old temper tantrums that were happening quite frequently before have started to subside (though one flared up last night when we were coming in from a bike ride because he wanted mommy to unbuckle him for the jogging stroller and, heaven forbid, daddy did). I'm looking forward to being home come summer, that's for sure.

At which point the monthly Rebelo cousin picture will be different as well. Greg's sister Stacey is due at the end of next month. And our family is growing on my side as well, as my brother and his wife Leanne are expecting their first come June. So the boys will have lots of little cousins to play with...

Anyhow, I wasn't quite fortunate in synchronizing nap time today, and expect Braylon will be up any moment. So, signing off for now... perhaps I'll manage another post later this week!

What timing

2009-01-21T15:11:00.001-05:00

P.S. I finish blogging and go to deal with Isaiah, and he's fallen asleep, just like that. What timing!

A little conversation

2009-01-21T14:49:00.004-05:00

So I've noticed that lately Isaiah has begun having conversations with his stuffed animals. He's really become quite a talker, actually, as he refuses to let us have phone conversations on our own these days too. He MUST speak to the person on the other end of the line, it is imperative. Anyhow, he is right now in a stubborn avoidance of sleep, talking with his In the Night Garden characters as he lays in the playpen alongside them. He is asking them what their name is and then, in a voice slightly changed, responds "in character." How can I tell him enough, that it's "na-nacka" time and he shouldn't be talking, when he is just too darn cute?

I've actually sometimes a really hard time getting him to sleep, particularly at night, and with Greg he is even worse. Monday night he was up 'til well past 11 pm because I'd gone into London for skating and he does not listen to daddy in the least. We're mostly to blame; because we're not home every single night with the same routine, he has not got the structure he needs to have a regular bedtime. But I find it hard to be home at a certain hour every single night and to have to be the one to sit with him through all that "bedtime" entails. Which is going to be worse come next week, my first full week back to work.

(Yes mom, I hear you now... attend the lecture you mentioned.)

Braylon is not so much a sleeper either. I really feel a bit of a failure as a parent about it, actually, when other babies are sleeping through the night within a few months, or weeks, while mine are hit and miss. Most nights we've two little bodies between us in our queen size bed. It's getting to be ridiculous. But at a certain point my body needs sleep, I need to function in the morning, so we eventually give in, after trip after trip to each boy's room in an attempt to convince them of sleeping there.

And I really hate to get mad. Having to raise my voice irritates me - as a teacher and a mom. Life is so much easier when children listen! Were it that easy. Isaiah sometimes has these fits about going to the potty, when at other moments he is desperate to show me what a big boy he is. He's been wearing underwear successfully, periodically, but pees in his pull-up worse than in his diaper. And we're far off from getting him to do anything more than pee in the potty. He gets so embarrassed about it, and won't even let us change him.

Anyhow, this blog has gotten fairly jumbled in the end, it seems. I began in one place and ended somewhere completely different. Sorry about that. Okay, I've got to deal with this stubborn toddler as it is now after his usual wake-up-from-my-nap hour. If I don't manage a blog or two in the next while, it is because I'll be back to work and likely very busy. (I'm on strike from anymore work at home at this point because I wanted to enjoy my last few days at home with the boys.)

Inevitably

2009-01-19T17:33:00.002-05:00

...I'll return to work, and no longer be home every day with my boys. The clock is ticking down, my time as a stay-at-home mom is coming to an end. Granted we're planning to have a third, so I'll once again be home on maternity leave for another year at some point. But this mat. leave is quickly coming to a close and I'm back to driving, working, marking... Ideally I'd love to be home until they're in school, like I've mentioned time and time again. Though I have to be fortunate for what we are afforded here in Ontario. We do have a year to spend raising our own children.

It's pretty sad when I got emotional that this morning was my last morning grocery trip with the boys (not that I do groceries every Monday morning, but I've definitely taken advantage of the crowd-free times). It's more that I'm going to miss the little moments throughout the day.

Or Braylon's first steps. I've been anxiously awaiting him to let go and walk, which he's apt to do any second were he to muster the confidence, but I'm thinking I may now miss that stage. I know, no biggie if I look at the big picture, but I thought I'd witness the first steps and the teeth erupting from the gums too, of all things.

So, it's a few days left with the boys... dancing and singing to Raffi, building Lego towers for a minute or two before moving on to something else, marching animals up the mommy-leg hill, racing cars from one end of the couch to another. I hate to say it, since I'm just beginning work again, but I am looking forward to summer holidays already! Hmm... maybe my first day back to work will be a snow day?! Afterall, it did snow in Strath ALL day today (and it still is!). Keep your fingers crossed!

On Second Thought

2009-01-14T13:37:00.002-05:00

So I hope I didn't sound unappreciative of my life in that last blog. I am very fortunate, particularly in these times, to be able to travel and to be home for a year with my boys. And yes, I realize I take much for granted. I just meant that I can't believe how quickly things are happening in my life; take Braylon, he'll be a year already in two weeks. Where did all that time go? I very much enjoyed my vacation, I am still passionate about synchro (why else would I invest in it at this age?). I like to keep busy, I always have. In many ways, I don't know how to function when I do have time. So should you have read that I don't stop and smell the roses as you read that last post, it's not entirely true. It is simply that I can't believe the pace of life these days. And on that note, since I return to work in a week, back to the grind it is for me. (Seriously, why is it so tempting to procrastinate?)

Whirlwind

2009-01-12T15:10:00.003-05:00

It seems life is much of a whirlwind - especially lately. Christmas came and went, our vacation to Mexico flew by, I've skated in another competition and been to a Raptors game live all in a matter of weeks. Sometimes I don't even get a moment to stop and relax. Take today, I'm on the go again, planning a first birthday party and trying to get some school planning done while the boys enjoy a day with their friends at my mother-in-law's daycare. And blogging, apparently. Since there's some soft guilt-stricken twinge in me at times that I'm supposed to be keeping up with this better than I do. But, like I said, life's busy.

Yes, I am well aware that I just went on a week vacation to Mexico, and that should have been relaxing. Which, in some ways, it was. We sat by the pool sipping fruity blended cocktails, true. But we were busy every day - doing excursions to Chitchen-Itza and Isla Mujeres, jumping waves in the ocean, sharing in a special wedding and celebrating New Years; it seemed as though there was always something to do. Vacation came and went, as vacations always do.

And upon return, after load after load of laundry and a semi-decent house cleaning, I attempted to begin planning courses and prepping school work before I was off again to skate in a competition in Mississauga, then back to Toronto to watch a Raptors game yesterday. So it feels as though I need a moment to just stop and breathe. I guess that's what Wednesday night yoga class is for because I've a long to-do list and little time to accomplish it. Did I mention I return to work in just over a week?

I'm slightly envious of Janice and Stacey - Janice still has a few months left of her mat. leave and Stacey starts her second in 3 months or so. I've really grown accustomed to the life of a stay-at-home mom, and I'm not entirely looking forward to returning to work. Who is? Ideally, I'd like to stay at home until all my children (I'm hoping to eventually have a third) are in school and then return to teaching, but unfortunately that is not possible in my profession. Greg is supportive of the idea, but we live a two-income life and I'm not entirely certain we'd be willing to make the necessary cuts for me to stay at home. Besides the fact that returning to teach in Thames Valley wouldn't happen if I were to leave. So then what?

Anyhow, I've got to keep working because the urge to procrastinate is still fairly strong. So adieu for this afternoon...

'Tis the Season

2008-12-23T12:51:00.003-05:00

to be sick, fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la. I don't know why, but it seems to be that every Christmas season we fall ill. Last year I spent Christmas Eve in the hospital, with iv hooked up to my veins, and this year all my boys are sick. I myself had a dry cough for weeks - and I mean weeks. Just ask my yoga ladies, as relaxation was not as peaceful with me hacking away Wednesday after Wednesday! But somehow I did not fall victim to the sicknesses that have befallen my family. Greg was in to the hospital last week (because booking an appointment with our family doctor is next to impossible) only to be sent home with no answers. However, his symptoms continued, and in fact worsened, so off again he went today. He's thinking it may be pneumonia (which he assures me tequila in Mexico will cure). I'm not sure what this doc decided he has, but I see he's been prescribed some medicine, so apparently they've come up with something this time. I thought for sure he was going to continue drinking Buckleys straight... that can't be good!My mom is certain Braylon has pink eye. I definitely thought he had something plaguing his eye because it was gooping far more than usual. Thankfully he's a relatively good baby, so his being sick doesn't unnerve the rest of us. But now it's a matter of finding time (and a place, as I doubt Greg wants to return to the hospital AGAIN) to take him in between all the family Christmases we have. That, and we're leaving Friday on holiday without him, and as I am already dreading leaving him, I'm going to hate to leave him feeling under the weather. But if we can get him in to see a doctor then hopefully he can get some drops to clear his eye up.

And then there's Isaiah, who has had a cough his entire life, yes, but has been barking left, right and centre the past week or so. Like Braylon, he doesn't seem to be too irritated by it, save for sleeping, but he's definitely not his healthy self. I really hope we all start to feel better around here, myself included (as not even I have beaten this cough)!

We're Still Here!

2008-12-10T14:30:00.003-05:00

Okay, I'm realizing I've abadoned my blog at times, it's true. I mean to write, but so many other things come up and, as I'm already a procrastinator at heart, I put aside blogging to tackle other things. Take this morning, for example. I decided to construct Isaiah's workbench, wrap all of the Christmas presents (I am a helper of Santa's elves, just in case Isaiah asks), clean and organize the boys' closets and do a load of laundry. And then it was lunchtime. Some days I don't even manage to go online!

And I suppose I've basically managed mostly to post updates, which very little has changed since last I wrote so that's another reason for not logging on to blog. True, there are subtle changes daily, such as Isaiah's sudden fascination with "Santa pumin' (read coming)" yesterday and Braylon's new feats: balancing upright on his knees and closing bathroom doors. But things have just been hectic lately, so blogging has been pushed to the end of the list.

I'm looking forward to a nice relaxing vacation to Mexico in two weeks. I'm going to miss the boys, but I like to take a break from daily life every now and then. Even if it means possibly contracting a parasite (thanks Aleisha, I still can't get that out of my head!!), I'm willing to take the risk to bask in the sun, cool alcoholic drink in hand, sound of waves lapping on the beach soothing me to sleep. Sounds great to me!

So, I'll try to post before then, but I make no promises!!

And all of a sudden...

2008-11-25T16:14:00.009-05:00

a) Isaiah is two and b) Braylon is crawling.

Yep, Isaiah is two. I'm delayed in posting a blog to share pics of the momentous occasion (although my pics are few and far between because SOMEONE I know decided to turn the flash off to take them and the resolution is too dark and blurry, unfortunately), but I thought it worthy of mentioning regardless.

He's two! He's full of words, a vocabulary that grows more sophisticated day by day. He goes potty every time (though soils the diaper between trips to the potty too). His will to be independent is strong. You should've seen him desperately wanting to skate on his own, both at the Toyota Christmas party and on Sunday at the Harbourfront Centre in Toronto. He is very affectionate and incredibly bright. He is learning his colours easily (especially pink, for some reason) and can count to fourteen (that's how many stairs we happen to have). Things he does and says often make Greg and I shake our heads in amazement and smile proudly. Few people believe he is only just two!

However, with two years come new challenges, apparently. He flails into a limp spaghetti position when he does not want to do something and shows severe signs of jealousy now that Braylon can reach his toys. Two-year-old temper tantrums appear to be upon us in full force. He has mastered a high-pitch shriek/scream that I cannot for the life of me silence.

Both boys are growing up so quickly! Braylon, after months of slithering backwards and spinning in circles, finally decided to crawl out of nowhere. There was no up-on-the-knees-and-rocking for days, and very little reaching forward for toys. He just up and went. And can he motor!! Gone are his frustrations over getting stuck, though now that he's climbing as well his patience wears thin because he hasn't quite mastered that.

So yes, he's turned into an incredibly active child. He's actually standing and beginning to cruise from one end of the coffee table to the other. He's desperate to climb up to standing, but often gets caught on his knees. He'll figure that out too, in due time. I'm finding few "walking" toys successful in helping him advance, however, because they move to quickly, rolling out of reach.

He loves watching his brother play (though doesn't quite appreciate when Isaiah spreads himself out on top of him) and wants to do everything Isaiah is doing. As of late, his favourite thing is to climb into Isaiah's ball tent, throw the balls out, and chase the rolling balls around Isaiah's room. And he loves to be outdoors (even though he can't skate either).

Now it's going to be about sharing in this household, because soon enough Braylon will be big enough to hold his own against Isaiah. And when Braylon wants to play with toys that used to belong solely to Isaiah, as is beginning to happen, Isaiah is quick to use the word "mine." Fortunately for Braylon, Isaiah has been spoiled for years, so of the 5 ride-on "vehicles" he has, Braylon managed to climb up on Lightening McQueen for a quick ride around the living room.

Oh, I don't want maternity leave to come to an end... I can't imagine not being home to share in their daily lives. T minus 8 weeks.

What's the rush?

2008-11-12T14:29:00.005-05:00

I know, November is grey and ugly. But why do we have to rush from one holiday into the next? Please, someone tell me. My neighbours are all in a hurry to string the Christmas lights (understandable in order to beat the weather) and LIGHT THEM AT NIGHT ALREADY (apparently they've got the money for the increase in their hydro bills?!)! They've thrown away the pumpkins, stored the gourds and decorations and exchanged leaf wreaths for holy and pine. Why can't we just take a little break from holiday overload?! I am. I'm on decorating strike, save for Isaiah's birthday party this weekend. No, I'm not a Scrooge. In time, folks!

Rebelo cousins

2008-11-03T14:58:00.003-05:00

So every month, Janice, Stacey and I try to get together with our children and take a photo. They were all born within 3.5 months of one another, so they'll likely grow up to be very close. And it's been nice to keep up with a monthly playdate as I think socializing children is incredibly important. If we stay where we are, as in Strathroy, Jasmine (in orange) and Braylon will go to school together, and likely play soccer together as well. So although they won't be into roughhousing like Greg and Darryl were, let's hope, they're sure to know one another fairly well by the time they go to school.

Anyhow, usually we can easily encourage Braylon, Mateo and Jasmine to comply, and sometimes even Isaiah manages to sit still for a picture or two. I think it's neat to mark the monthly progression between them, and observe the family genes inherent in all of them. I think right now they're too much a blend of both parents to note distinct similarities between them, but hopefully they'll cooperate long enough for us to continue our monthly photos!

Lately, though, I've noticed that, despite all claims to a "Rebelo nose," my boys have got my nose. It's the very same shape on both of them. The eyes are different, yes; Isaiah's are crystal clear blue and Braylon's have changed to what I suppose is hazel. Most people remark how alike they look, and though I agree they look like brothers, I find them to be very different. I wonder if, years later, I'll look back and question which child is which when I pull out the photo albums!

One thing is for sure, neither Rebelo boy looks much like their cousin Mateo! He is taking after Isaiah in body size - the Faria side's height, most notably - but both my boys are fair skinned, for one and he's definitely got the olive-toned skin. It's funny because Greg and Stacey look so much alike, but when you add in my background and Ermal's as well, it changes everything! I wonder what the new "Rebelo" baby will look like - and no, not ours! Hopefully Stacey has a little girl next, though, since so far our family has only grandsons!

Anyhow, we're expecting Janice and Jasmine for a walk, so I'd best get my boys ready to go!

Halloween '08

2008-11-01T17:31:00.015-04:00

I could've sworn I said I wasn't going to truck the kids around for Halloween this year, I know I did. But I didn't stick to my intentions at all because I couldn't resist showing off my little jungle creatures, and I rather enjoy visiting family and friends, even if it was brief.

Our day began with some pictures at home - not 150 like Kelly (just teasing, Kel), but I try to get shots of moments I'd like to remember! And I of course bought Halloween shirts for the boys, even though it's just one day (so was my wedding, and I don't seem to recall the dress costing $5 like the shirts were!). We headed over to my in-laws to share some candy with the daycare kids, and then back home for Braylon's lunch.

Then we went 'round Strathroy with Janice and Jasmine (the pumpkin), Stacey and Mateo (Tigger, of course), and then to London where I picked up Greg. And, after driving through the city at 5 pm (not intentionally, it just happened to work out that way - ill luck on our part since Wharncliffe was packed like sardines), back out this way and finally home for 7:30. It wasn't record time, since we started at 2 pm, and it was exhausting, but Isaiah didn't really need to trick-or-treat around the neighbourhood this year. Next year he'll enjoy going door-to-door, I think, so don't count on us making the trip again. Although Halloween falls on a Saturday next year, so maybe we'll do the rounds early. We'll see!

We did at least agree that Braylon is moving out of his infant car seat! After taking him out and bundling him back in about 50 times yesterday, in his big belly monkey suit at that, we decided it is time to move up to the normal seat. We'd been debating about doing so for the past while anyhow, particularly since the weather has dropped and he's been wearing a winter jacket, because it is a struggle to get the seatbelt done up at times. So these will be his last few days in the carrier car seat (thank god, because it's getting rather heavy as well, and I do not have upper body strength to say the least; skating built some good strong legs but my arms are weak). I will miss the ease in transitioning a sleeping baby, but I think I can give in for the other advantages of the in-car seat.

Braylon is also showing signs of growing up into a big boy in that he's shown a clear sign of wanting to eat our food lately. He may just skip the veggies alone deal altogether, though he's good with creamed corn, sweet potato and butternut squash not having to be mixed into his cereal. He's been eating banana, cheese, yogurt and such for some time, but lately he's been wanting to eat what the three of us have on our plates. So, despite a lack of tooth eruption in his gums, I think I'm going to have him eating what we are. He had some spaghetti the other night and grilled cheese today, so slowly we'll get him through this next stage!

He's also begun to take one good lengthy nap in the afternoon, and sometimes I'm fortunate to have both boys napping simultaneously. I've definitely got to work on that, because when it does happen I afford myself a little free time... although sometimes I find myself taking a little siesta then as well!

He's standing alone well lately too, fairly well balanced on those tree trunk thighs; not yet crawling (though VERY frustrated that he can't as he'll go from sitting to crawling position, but then gives in to the backward slide across the floor to get where he needs to go, until he gets stuck that is). He may in fact walk before he becomes truly mobile on all fours.

As for Isaiah, he'll be 2 in less than 2 weeks! Hard to believe at times! No one believes he's not yet 2, though, mostly because he's quite tall. Greg and I both have remarked lately how big he's getting, and how grown up. Sometimes the changes in him are so subtle, and you don't realize he's growing into a little boy until it all of a sudden hits you. The other night, after his bath, he wanted to go downstairs and he came running into the bedroom where I was folding laundry and said, clear as a bell, "Mom, open the gate." Perfectly pronounced, perfectly paced. His language has actually come along so well, though he wasn't into saying "trick or treat" on command last night, no matter how many times we'd rehearsed!

I must admit he was one of the cutest kids (and yes, I am biased) I've ever seen last night in his elephant suit. It got me every time!

Anyhow, the other thing I learned this Halloween is that my husband bears a striking resemblance to Borat. Seriously. I'd post the picture of just him dressed up from last night, but it's on his Blackberry and I've yet to figure out how to upload photos from our phones (if you know me, you know how computer illiterate I am - it's amazing I've learned to blog!). I'm not sure it's a good thing he looks so alike Sasha, but it is more than a convincing costume!

Okay, well I sense all 3 boys and the dogs beginning to stir from their late afternoon nap (yes, late - it's after 6 pm but the candy consumed last evening changed Isaiah's daily routine in that he slept in this morning due to a ton of running with the neighbour kids around 8:30 last night so his afternoon nap began around 5:15 tonight), so that means I'd best sign off!

I hope everyone had a great Halloween! I'm headed out this evening myself... I'll MAYBE post a pic of my costume next time! No clever disguise for me!

P.S. The spacing will not stay when I go to publish the post, so pardon the craziness when reading. I've tried to return to edit, but it will not keep the spacing for some reason! Grr...

Happy Thanksgiving

2008-10-14T15:03:00.005-04:00

Well, we did it, we braved one of the busiest weekends on the highway heading up to cottage country in order to share in Thanksgiving weekend with my dad and Carol at their cottage on Drag Lake, near Haliburton. The truck was loaded to full capacity, despite the fact that we were only going to be there until Sunday evening (as Raider rides vip in the trunk, though this trek he had to share it with the folded playpen). I hadn't actually yet been up to the Muskokas past summer, even though the cottage is winterized, so I was anxious to see what the landscape would look like. I knew the water level would be down, as my dad had kept me informed of the constant drop as summer progressed, and I knew I should possibly expect some cool weather (and indeed the nights were chilly). And though the drive is always a long one, we were hoping to have a nice relaxing weekend up north. Which we did.

It was worth it; the weather was gorgeous, the turn of the leaves beautiful. (Even though blowing leaves off the property kept my dad and Greg occupied for much of Saturday morning.) Raider got to play with Skye and Angel, running free in the yard to explore the dried up creek bed and wrestle with Skye when they had a burst of energy. The difference in the onset of fall up there compared to south-western Ontario is astounding, and though I hate to see summer go I, like Carol, feel there is something about fall - that smell in the air and brilliant colours ablaze perhaps - that makes me not seem to mind the change as much. So we spent much of the weekend outdoors, as we were blessed with wonderful weather, even for the north.

And of course Isaiah was happy to be outdoors, discovering the fallen leaves and moving dirt with the Tonka trucks the neighbours Ted and Tina had salvaged for him earlier in the summer. He loved chasing the dogs and exploring the woods, climbing up hills and on rocks. His growing sense of independence was manifest in his explorations, though he never really strayed too far from me. He is definitely growing into a little boy, though, favouring digging and throwing, breaking and upturning. (See Greg, that one afternoon dressed as a mermaid by Mikayla had no effect on him whatsoever, he is all boy, don't worry.) I did at one point remember the very real possibility of running into a black bear, and had a small sense of panic in wondering how I would save my boys from its wrath, but seeing as the possibility was rather slim, it slipped from my mind as quickly as it came. And so we remained outdoors for much of the weekend.

Braylon enjoyed the fresh air too, especially when we took him on the boat for an afternoon cruise around the lake. His unknowing imitation of the front of the boat Titanic move was brilliant, his face aglow, grin wide, and hair waving wild in the wind. He is such an observant little boy, taking in all of his surroundings in amazement and wonder. He was able to sit on the seats with us (and at one point seated snugly on the floor on a blanket between Raider and Skye, his two protectors), as his strength to sit himself up is incredible. At one point he was leaning upright against the side of the boat, standing on the seat, when we tied up with the neighbours to drift along the lake and have some snacks.

Everyone enjoyed the boat ride, actually, even the dogs. Skye found a spot to bask in the sun, and Isaiah was quick to assume captain, pretending to drive the boat (though someone had the bright idea to show him how to honk the horn). Angel bravely got herself right on the edge as, for a small dog, she is quite agile when she wants to be. Their new boat has plenty of room for dogs, kids and adults (and snacks and drinks galore - I think I gained another 10 pounds this weekend, pounds I'd earlier sworn to lose for our trip to Mexico at Christmas). And Raider curled himself up to snooze on the floor (it's really what he does best).

Our second afternoon on the lake, we came out earlier and he had not yet had his afternoon nap. Although his eyes fell heavy en route to the boat ramp to load the pontoon into the lake, he was wide awake once aboard as his memory of his ride the previous day was crystal clear. In fact, trying to get him to nap took a great deal of effort, but eventually he gave in to the rocking of the waves once we'd been on the lake for an hour or two. My eyes grew heavy at one point as well, though I faught off sleep as best I could. There's just something about the air up north that helps induce a sleeping state, I think!

Isaiah loved that boat, that's for sure. You should've seen his face light up when Grandpa picked up speed. He was half bent over the side of the boat, reaching to touch the splash from the water with his fingertips and jumping up and down on my lap in sheer excitement as we bounced over the waves. And had he known the water was as cool as post-winter's thaw, I don't think even that would've stopped him from jumping in for a swim, were it up to him. (And we did in fact see some people do so, on purpose... and not just when loading the boat out of the water, either!) Greg had thought he'd go for a dip before I reminded him just how cool the lake would be at this point in the year; I thought it too cruel to throw him in off the boat so he'd remember for himself in the future.

And we of course enjoyed Thanksgiving dinner too! Carol made all the traditional dishes, save for the way we made the turkey. Greg and the boys helped my dad and Ted (well, mostly Ted) deep fry the turkey once we'd returned from our afternoon on the lake. That was the fastest I've ever seen Thanksgiving dinner come together in my life, and it worked well for a cottage dinner since their kitchen is limited compared to at home. Yes, it was a weekend spent enjoying food as well, as Carol brought up homemade apple and pumpkin pies (and my dad, notorious for having stashes of candy and chocolate around the house, applies that rule to the cottage as well).

We did manage to get out for exercise too, though. Isaiah picked leaves for the horn to decorate the table on our morning walk, though the ones he brought home were not the first to be picked up. He discarded many as we walked up and down the road, but finally helpd pick out an assortment of full shaped leaves. Our walk on the following morning was nice as well, and Isaiah got to walk both Skye and Angel at one point, which he thought was pretty neat to do. He's always wanting to be grown up - Carol caught him imitating her with his hands behind his back, strolling down the road - he's desperate to do the things we do.

So that was our weekend. Who knows what next year holds - a newly made tradition or, as last year, another football game? I'm hoping we at least continue to gather for a Thanksgiving meal, because I always enjoy time spent with family... even if it's a Sunday spent watching football, Greg, which is another Thanksgiving (or in our house weekly) tradition it seems!

Back Peddlin'

2008-10-07T22:21:00.002-04:00

Oh he's desperate to move, that we knew. He's been determined to reach far ahead of him for toys when he's sitting on the ground and, as of late, he's crawling all over us whenever we lounge on the couch., jumping or bouncing up and down, rocking his body to plummet himself in any random direction. So when I put him down for tummy time today, Braylon proved me wrong (see, all it takes is a little post noting my worries at his stale progression at times). Now he's really genuinely trying to crawl, even if it's a back peddling motion instead of forward advancement. It'll come. That's how it was with Isaiah as well.

And Isaiah, he's on a mission to demonstrate mastery of new feats daily. I knew long ago he knew many a word, but not only is he using them all now, and correctly at that (he knows all the words in all of his books, pretty much), he's stringing sentences together like nothing. And I think he may even be beginning to understand the concepts of tomorrow and yesterday. We went and fed the ducks last night on our bike ride and that's all he could talk about today. He remembered doing so with absolutely no prompting whatsoever. The rate at which he is changing is remarkable, although some things I'd like to avoid (for instance, he was in a screaming mood this evening and does not take no for an answer - well, save for his answer to us - when we ask him to stop). He's always wanting to help me, though recently my little clean freak has developed a fear of the vacuum that is worsening each time I pull it out. Today we were making a birthday cake for my mom, though, and he doesn't quite understand why he can't do everything I do. Most of the times I catch him before any major catastrophe happens, but today when he was helping to bake he was just too quick. He broke an egg all over himself in a split second, and then was quite a mess (which he'll tell you about - those words are definitely in his vocabulary too: mess, dirty, etc.).

Anyhow, I obviously haven't found time to update my files with new photos, but I thought I'd just comment without them because if I wait to do that I'll likely not post anything, or at least something completely different, as most certainly life with these boys would be already have seen something new by then!

Procrastination

2008-10-01T14:06:00.003-04:00

I'm not even back to work yet, and I'm contemplating ways to avoid doing the work I know I should already begin to tackle. It's called the art of procrastination, and I'm definitely a level four on the evaluation rubric! It's just so damn easy to do nothing. Not that I'm doing nothing, exactly, but the life of an English teacher is a busy one, one I'm not sure I'm looking forward to returning to with two young boys. But it is inevitable, work I must.

So that means that I've begun to sort through my "stuff" in the basement - which, for not being finished at all yet, is completely full. I'm hoping to have an office soon (read: please, Greg). But I've not really done much with it besides organize it (reorganization is a perfected Herr trait, right James and dad?). I need to do some planning and reading and thinking about school. Obviously I don't want to, or else I would have started (or even stop this blogging business in exchange for prepping school work), because I'd really like to think I've a ton of time left before my maternity leave comes to an end.

However, I don't. Braylon will be 8 months already this weekend. (Although, side note, I don't quite think he's as advanced as he should be at 8 months... I can't remember how Isaiah was, but I don't remember ever feeling as though Isaiah was behind; in fact, it was the exact opposite. But I'm not convinced Braylon is as far in things as he should be. No teeth yet. No crawling. No eating vegetables that I haven't snuck into his cereal. Ahh, but I'll save this tangent for another blog at a later date, I suppose.)

And then there's so much else to do. I feel as though my to do list is always growing. I've got passports to apply for in order to go to Mexico for Richard's wedding, health cards to get (I've still got the old school red and white card, but it's becoming increasingly complicated to make that one work smoothly for me), a second birthday to plan (and then a first a few months later), among a list of so much else. Sometimes I just like to think I have nothing to do at all (wouldn't that be nice)!

And so on those days I decide to stop and enjoy life, especially with the constant reminders of how short life can be. I take a lot of things for granted and I don't always stop to smell the roses. So I'm trying very hard to live life to the fullest, to enjoy each and every moment and do what I enjoy most in life (hence the absence of any real school work).

Side note (I'm notorious for random tangents as a teacher, by the way): I do love teaching, otherwise I wouldn't do it. I DON'T enjoy the planning and marking in terms of the time it consumes, time not spent with my boys (all four if you count the dog).

So what am I spending time doing, you ask? Well, trying to find things to do that the boys will enjoy and hopefully remember when they look back in life. My mom and I took them apple picking on dwarf trees so that Isaiah could help. Weeks after he still proudly exclaims, "I pick apples" (it likely helps that he has a visual reminder of his efforts in that I've still got 1/2 a bag on my kitchen counter despite making an apple crisp, an apple cranberry cake, and apple muffins thus far).

Even Braylon had fun that day, and though he couldn't pick apples himself he held onto one apple for much of the time. When Isaiah decided Braylon should be enjoying a fresh apple directly off the tree as he had (he ate 2 whole apples in less than an hour), Braylon thought he'd relieve some gum pain instead by "gumming" an apple held by big brother.

I really hope I remember these moments when I look back too. I try to take pictures of the big things, but I miss a lot (although I finally got a phone with a camera - in fact, I skipped right through to a Blackberry)! And obviously I can't photograph everything (nor should I). But I do need to get our video camera out - I think we've taken maybe 5 minutes in total since having these guys. Awful. I must change that!

I've also gone with Greg to watch another NFL game live in Buffalo - his beloved Oakland Raiders. I much prefer that to watching 12+ hours of football on the couch on Sundays (though I'd rather do that than mark, which is what I normally do on Sunday afternoons when I'm working)! I am now the proud (please note some sarcasm implied in that as you read, since blogging does not truly allow my rich sense of sarcasm to come through) owner of my own Russell jersey! Actually, to be honest, I did want one, even though Indy is my team and I've nothing to support them, because all the boys wear their Raider gear on Sundays! As you can tell by Greg and Braylon last Sunday, the game was ever so exciting (likely one reason why they fired the head coach since).

Anyhow, I've got laundry to fold and dinner to prepare (work I MUST do), so I bid you adieu for now. I need to upload some new photos so I can fill you in on what else we've been up to. I'll put that on my to do list!

Halfway into September already are we?

2008-09-16T16:33:00.003-04:00

I've no real reason to write, though I admit to feeling I've in many ways abandoned my blog. Don't get me wrong, things are happening here. No, Braylon isn't eating his vegetables (or fruit, for that matter) yet, but our days are always filled with this and that. And I'm well aware that I should be recording some of those memories (especially on our video camera, which I've rarely used since having kids and regret not doing so simply because I haven't captured those moments... which I try to write about on here at times), but I've just been trying to be with the boys as much as possible, since I'm on the tail end of my maternity leave. Not that it's nearly over, but you know how times flies. Soon enough we'll be well into fall, then the first snow will fall, Christmas will be upon us, Greg & I will be off to Mexico and back, and then I'll be commuting to Woodstock once again. It's inevitable.

So for now it's playing with the boys. Isaiah, now that his language has come along, is working on colours and counting. I know I should also be doing crafts with him, so he can begin to learn cutting and pasting besides his "cull-ies" (that's what he calls colouring... you really have to speak Isaiah to know what he's saying at times), but neither he nor I like a mess!! I'm kidding, although you should see him, actually, as he is more clean and neat than am I, which is hard to imagine. He's always telling you this is a mess or this is dirty and needs to be cleaned, and he loves to sweep and swiffer. He even tries to help me fold the laundry, although it's more to throw it out of the basket faster so he can push the basket around the floor. He's been stringing sentences together too, and his favourite these days (thank god we've moved on past "I do") is "I funny." He gets a real kick out of that! It ultimately becomes funny when he says it over and over again, and he laughs hysterically at himself... and we can't help but to laugh as well. He is such a ham! We're seeing some slight headway made in potty training too, as he has gone once a day for the last 3 days on the potty and almost always tells you that he's wet or has pooped. He loves saying that! I'm really going to miss being with him 24/7 because he learns and does something new every day!

Braylon is obviously changing daily as well. He's been sitting unsupported for awhile now, which means he's more interactive with Isaiah. He's finally beginning to sleep longer stretches at night and, when he doesn't, can be soothed back to sleep much faster with his soother and a rhythmic pat on the bum. I've noticed he has started to imitate sound, babbling da-da-da or ma-ma-ma (which, unfortunately, aren't quite first words yet, but it's nice to hear nonetheless) most often. He is a very very good baby despite blowing his food back in our face every 4 hours, and my absolute favourite is when Isaiah or I get him going with squeels of laughter. It can be the simplest of things, like making funny faces or noises or just devoting your full attention to him by talking to him, to set him off! I hope they continue to be good natured children as they grow. I've seen some other children born close to my boys who have already somehow developed somewhat nasty demeanours and I'm not certain it was the fault of the parents or just how the child has come to be on their own.

Anyhow, we're off on a walk (as though crisp fall weather has befallen us, the sun is at least shining above) so I'm off. Hopefully I'll improve my blogging record to more than one a month!

And Another Summer Gone

2008-08-22T14:35:00.002-04:00

I should be getting ready for yet another wedding... the 5th of 7 this summer (and then we've one in mid-winter too)... and I will in fact get to that. My nails were done yesterday and my hair has been styled, but my face needs some make-up and I need to get dolled up. However, I thought I'd take a quick moment, as I find myself without children for a second (how rare!), to post a new blog!

I've intended to write far more frequently than I have found myself doing, but I've been too darn busy. Our summer has, like I mentioned, been one of many weddings. It seems we've gone from one weekend to the next in a blink simply because we've had something on the go: wedding, baptism, family reunion, mini-vacation here or there. Which is good, I like keeping busy, but it's now the end of August and I'm in the typical longing-for-more-summer stage.

What helps is that I don't have the impending return to work, though strangely some nights have been plagued with the "teacher nightmare" wherein you just aren't ready for the start of school. Not sure why my mind isn't convinced of the fact that I don't work until January, but I'm looking forward to a post-Labour Day watching kids walk off to school while I lounge with the boys in pajamas still (I'll make a point of staying in them just a little longer that day!). And I know the warm days will continue into September, despite the nights cooling off significantly as of late. And we've things to do - another wedding after this crazy weekend (2 weddings, 1 shower, 1 baptism and hopefully a visit with Greg's cousin Richard and his fiancee from Flin Flon), a live Raiders game in Buffalo, that sort of thing - before Thanksgiving comes, so I know summer isn't truly over... yet. Nor is my mat. leave. But time has flown by.

Take Isaiah, he'll be 2 in November. Can you believe it? Where has time gone?

Or take our recent HCC (summer camp) reunion in Bayfield. A few of us managed to get together up at camp for a visit and a little time to reminisce. Some things hadn't changed a bit, some improved for the better, and others gone for good (such as the ravine bridge). But one thing I love is that, regardless of the passing of time, friends like that - my camp friends - are those with which I can catch up as if our last conversation ended just yesterday. Because sadly we've lost touch, it was inevitable, particularly when we had that type of relationship to begin with (one in which you work together all summer - living and breathing together every second of the day - and then it's 10 months of sporadic correspondance before it all begins again). But we haven't lost our friendship.

And, after 10+ years of not seeing some of these guys whatsoever and others not as much as I should, it was nice to catch up. We didn't all work together, in fact some of these guys were my cabin counsellors, but we're tied together by a common thread. And we came together after such a long time!

Anyhow, I've now, as usual, given myself little time to get ready for the wedding, so I'm off to "get pretty."

Hallelujah...

2008-08-11T13:51:00.005-04:00

Braylon took the bottle! Okay, so we knew it would eventually happen. Even I didn't think he would go forever without eating; he would cave to hunger at some point. But he put up a fight, that's for sure. We resorted to every trick in the bag, and just when we thought we'd exhausted our efforts, he drank!

It's sad, though, because this isn't how I wanted to wean him. I would have liked to continue nursing for a little longer, actually, and then ideally slowly exchange one feed for a bottle of formula at a time. But that wasn't in the stars for us, apparently, as I just couldn't heal to continue nursing and to spare this same battle months down the road we just fought it through and got him on the bottle now.

So all's well at the Rebelo household for now. Isaiah sometimes asks to use the potty, sometimes it doesn't cross his mind. He hasn't actually used it used it in months, but that's okay. I'm giving in to giving up. I know, he'll go. And the hunger strike reached a fair negotiation, it would seem, though Braylon still roots around for his old milk supply when it is me trying to feed him the bottle. So until our next "crisis" arises... :)

P.S. Check out our little Beckham... I had this wise idea to shave his head on the weekend, and although at first he looked a little sickly, I actually think he's pretty cute with the close cut. It suits him!

The Battle of the Bottle (or perhaps more appropriately, the breast)... aka part 2

2008-08-08T14:17:00.003-04:00

First of all, thanks to those that gave advice on my first rant. I really do appreciate it, and I know deep down I even agree. And I am very aware where my boys have inherited their stubborn streaks from. Trust me, I am.

Anyhow, I'm feeling the need to also post my other dilemma, particularly as this week it has become a much more difficult thing to endure than has potty training. Not sure I'll post my original free writing notes from 6 a.m. a fews days back, particularly as things have changed significantly since, but I'll try to catch you all up to speed on what's been happening with Braylon and the bottle... and the breast.

Well, though I know it's ideal to nurse your children for the first year of their life, I knew in advance my summer would be one in which nursing would pose a challenge simply because I have 7 weddings on top of Sunday soccer games, Wednesday yoga classes, reunions and family functions, and the other spur of the moment activities summer tends to bring. So originally I figured I'd wean Braylon mid-July, since the first 2 weddings I had were later in the day than the typical Portuguese ones here (1 pm ceremonies. Always.). And I would pump. Which I did. And all went fine. Braylon didn't take well to the bottle, but he took it nonetheless when he got hungry enough. I continued to nurse; however, I was all along trying to find a good time to begin weaning, which, now that I know differently, went very well for Isaiah... so I was expecting much the same, particularly as Braylon is such a good baby. Very content, very calm and subdued.

Until you give him the bottle, that is. Okay, so let me fill you in a little. We went away on the August long weekend to Vanessa (a place, not a person... basically as big as my "hometown" of Ballymote) and somehow during that time Braylon began to tear my nipples while nursing. So upon our return, I thought it best that this might just be the time to wean him, since I was in pain and obviously he wasn't latching well for some reason. Tuesday brought our first attempt with bottle feeding (Braylon and I, that is) and it was not in the least successful. He was hungry, but apparently not enough to drink. We tried different nipples on different bottles, and even resorted to sippy cups, but he wanted nothing to do with any of it. Knowing he would likely pose more difficult for me than someone else, simply because he can sense it is me, and smell my milk as well, we packed up and headed to grandma's (my mom's) to enlist her help. To no avail. Still he fought that bottle and refused to drink. Instead of forcing it, I caved to pain and continued nursing.

Wednesday brought such cracks in my nipples (I can't believe I'm blogging about this...) that the pain was truly unbearable. I was peeling off skin each time he tried to feed, and everything was raw and sore as ever. By this time the cracks were bleeding through the pads onto the inside of my bra, so I figured I'd best find help again. Fast. So off to Avo's (Greg's mom's) he went, where both my mother-in-law and sister-in-law tried countless times to coerce him to eat. Stacey managed to squirt 3 oz. worth in and later Greg basically took a cup (as in a normal cup) and got some liquid in, but he was refusing everything - no kind of bottle would trick him, and he was even averting breast milk expressed earlier. So Wednesday night brought a series of feeds from me again, which reopened the cracks (I'll spare you the gory details).

Thursday morning I nursed him at 9 a.m. and then sent him to his Grandma's again to see if she'd have any luck that day. I'm sure you can guess by now that he wasn't wanting anything to do with the bottle then either. By this time he must have been very hungry; although he was still eating cereal (with some formula mixed in, so at least he was getting SOME milk), he was drinking absolutely nothing. And so back to Avo's he went for the night, because as hard as it is to not be with him, it really can't be me helping him through this because all he wants to do is try to nurse. He's a boob man. But we're trying to convert him because by this point I hadn't nursed him as often as he had been eating so my supply was not meeting demand on top of it all being too painful.

Well, Thursday night brought more of the same, though with others he was at least fairly content; it really didn't seem to faze him too much that he was so hungry. Which I'm very thankful for (though we're not through this yet, and I'm not certain we've seen the worst of it either). Anyhow, my mother-in-law and I discussed our concerns to one another this morning, and quickly got to thinking what else we could do. We called our family doctor; however, since the medical clinic is in the process of moving, I was not able to connect through on the phone. So I then tried the health nurse, who basically said, after hearing this whole saga, that we were doing all that we could, really. Still wanting help, and on the advice of the nurse after I suggested I take him to emerg. to see if he was dehydrated or perhaps had an infection, we were off to the hospital this morning. However, we came home, 2+ hours and a great deal of waiting later, with absolutely no headway made there either. No one seems to have an answer as to why he won't take the bottle...

...especially when he sucks on a pacifier. That's what gets me. You can't even trick him that way, by quickly exchanging one for the other. And it would be a whole different thing if he'd never taken a bottle before, but he did... even if he didn't do it well, he drank. In fact, we have a few times convinced him to suck, but after 5 or 6 gulps he realizes what he is doing and will have no more of it. I've never seen a baby curl his tongue so quickly to the roof of his mouth in avoidance of food. It's milk, Braylon, I promise. I'm only trying to feed you!!

I'm quick to become frustrated at this point, and I know that doesn't help. But I'm going through pain of my own, as now I'm engorged and still cracked, though at least they are beginning to heal as he hasn't nursed in 30 hours. And I hate to rely on our parents so much (Braylon is still with my mother-in-law, who graciously kept him this afternoon because I am so sore in the chest that I can't even pick up my own son... which gets me to crying... which also doesn't help), but man am I ever grateful we have them close. I don't think I could do this without our family's help because I've never seen such a stubborn baby in this regard. And I'm hoping against all odds that he'll just decide, hopefully sooner than later, to drink from the bottle because I'm not going to be able to nurse him any more. I could have likely done so today, but then the headway I made in healing would have been sacrificed, and we'd likely have to go through this ordeal again at some later point, when we've already been doing this for 4 days now. But what a tough week.

So, now you see why I've not really been a frequent blogger. But thanks for hearing me out. I do count my blessings, I have beautiful healthy precious boys that I am very thankful for. They are my world. But I just wish I could know that we'll get through this - I mean, I know we will but like I said earlier, I don't think we're through the worst part of it so I can't even at present see the light at the end of the tunnel. And yet I know, don't sweat the small stuff...

P.S. Had I known I was headed for this dilemma I would never have bothered to scribble down my original rant, which had more to do with Braylon continuing to nurse through the night at 6 months than this. That was before all of this, and I'm glad I decided to not get into that now knowing that it went from bad to worse! I'd have felt silly to complain about that... though I really can't complain at all, actually, even though I have just done so at length. I've honestly had two very good experiences thus far, both my babies have been good babies.

Stubborn Boys: Please No Potty, Mommy (part 1)

2008-08-06T16:51:00.005-04:00

So this is actually an entry I began scribbling away one early morning after a night of frequent feedings by Braylon, but never got around to transferring onto my site. Things have changed since, but I'll write it up anyhow... and perhaps get around to adding the changes later, since in all of 8 minutes I need to leave for yoga (and trust me, after this blog, you'll see why I need to have some me time).

I'll spare you from reading further if you're reading this for a happy-go-lucky entry... Perhaps next time. Not that my boys aren't great boys, but parenting has as of late had rough patches. Pardon me, but I find ranting helps, so bear with me if you're along for the ride. Here goes.

These are small things in the big picture, I know. That I'd like to acknowledge first. And I've always been told not to sweat the small stuff, but I must. Sometimes I feel like I'm not a good mom in ways, as I seem to fall short (no pun intended, if you know how vertically challenged I am) of helping my children overcome certain feats - namely, weaning for Braylon and potty training for Isaiah.

We'll take Isaiah first. For months now, we've been trying to potty train him. He is old enough. He knows what we're asking of him. He fully comprehends what we want him to do. And yet I am met with this stubborn defiance that I can't seem to get around. I've given in to the reward system - of stickers, that is. I've a hard time succumbing to giving treats of any sort, though I now understand those that do. To each their own, though I'd like to think I don't need to follow a Pavlov's dog regime. Regardless, we're not making headway. Not in the least. I ended up giving stickers for just sitting on the potty, so I gave up on that (need to save my sticker reserve for school, anyhow). And he hasn't actually gone in months. So scrap that. He preferred to put the stickers on his hand anyway, rather than the nice chart that we posted in the bathroom for all to view and praise. And what gets me is that he cheers for us when we go, clapping and saying "yeah mommy" whenever we show him how to do it. But he still won't go. I seriously congratulate all moms who get through this stage - what an accomplishment, for real. I myself have no clue when this is going to happen. He is not too young, that I believe, but I'm having a very tough time with this. Stick it out, I know.

Okay, yoga calls so part 2: The Battle of the Bottle will get posted later. Stay tuned... it's juicy (or rather, not... instead, it's actually kind of painful...).

Photogenic

2008-07-19T21:49:00.002-04:00

Thank goodness my boys do not inherit everything from me, as Braylon is one of the most photogenic babies I have ever known. It helps that Kim excels at capturing the most precious expressions, true, but Braylon sure is one cute baby! He has always been a little ham, laughing and squeeling in delight, and I'm so glad Kim caught one of his gummy smiles! I love the second photo too, though I sure do wish he'd sleep through the night (if only I cover him in petals?!).

The Sweetest Thing

2008-06-25T15:51:00.004-04:00

Okay, I'll be the first to admit to my obvious bias, but I truly think my boys are the sweetest things. It is amazing to see them interact so meaningfully with one another. Isaiah is sure to make his presence known to Braylon in anyway he can, typically waving vigorously and repeatedly saying hi to him. He continues to enjoy tickling him, and is very aware of the response he gets. Braylon at times laughs just observing Isaiah play, and loves any attention doted on him by his big brother. They are certain to grow up to be such good friends (though I know they'll have their rough times too). And apart from the odd time, Isaiah holds little jealousy for his brother. We're quite fortunate in that regard, as it tends only to be times when he is tired and irritable and Braylon needs to nurse. I've really got two very good boys to raise.

As of late, Isaiah is really starting to make headway with his speech. In the past few weeks, he has finally begun to use the vocabulary we knew he had stored in his brain. He's even working on proper two syllable words; instead of da-da, used anytime he heard the garage door open when Greg was due home from work, for example, he's now saying da-y (we just need to work that other "dd" in there). And Braylon, too, is continuing to be incredibly vocal, cooing and babbling away. Now if we could only make progress in the potty department with Isaiah; he was doing so well for such a young toddler, but recently he's been quite defiant of even sitting on it. Maybe Braylon will beat him to it!

As for Braylon, although Greg has yet to witness for himself, he has managed to roll over from both front to back and vice versa... despite much time spent on his belly. It isn't yet a daily motion, but he's done it now enough to notice this new feat. He continues to be very strong, holding himself up on his legs for longer and longer and propping himself up at 90 degrees when he is forced into tummy time. (I know, I'm such a mean mommy!) I never know if he's advanced in his growth or not, as I remember thinking Isaiah was compared to other babies I knew who were relatively similar in age, but I think having a big brother to look up to and observe all the time is helping Braylon do things earlier. Who knows?!

Anyway, it seems I've again just noted a few of the things they've been doing lately rather than share the particulars of our lives. But although I've not really stories to share - instead, I tend to give a vague update regarding their accomplishments - I think it worthwhile to post this stuff. I don't even know if anyone who reads this cares all that much about such minute steps, but I think it will be neat to look back with them to remember these moments in time. And I always mean to blog more often, but I think it more important to spend my time at home being with them so you will have to pardon my absence in terms of a daily upkeep of blogging. It will be awhile until I next log on too, as we're off on vacation for the first bit of July. I'm sure to have something to post upon return, so until then...

How in the world...

2008-06-09T14:50:00.003-04:00

...Greg managed to get Isaiah to eat carrots last night for dinner is still beyond me. If you know our son, you well know he long gave up on vegetables and it has been a fight to get him to eat them ever since. Give him a stick of celery and he'll chew it to bits, strings hanging from between his teeth. He'll mush a green bean and think about squash and sweet potato. But he never swallows. Ever. Most often he allows the intruder (a.k.a. vegetable) to slide down his tongue, returning the enemy to his tray with true distaste. And he turns away from just about everything else. However, just when I was certain he was a mini-Grandpa, eating corn and corn alone (which is quite possibly the most difficult, and time consuming, vegetable for Mr. Independent), he shocked us by shoveling in mouthful after mouthful of carrot last night. Now my children are notorious for doing the exact opposite as soon as I praise them on my blog, so let me cross my fingers that we're finally on track toward getting his servings of vegetables in.

P.S. Dad, he also inherited your potato oddity; he loves his french fries, but he's no fan of mashed or roasted potato!

Braylon, too, has his own idiosyncrasies. Take, for example, how he automatically quieted into a zone just now, subdued by an interest in watching Euro. Greg is going to be happy to hear how he was fussy for cartoons but the second I turned the channel to Italy's game, he fell quietly into a relaxed state, watching the soccer match intently. I think he'll be our little soccer player! (As though I'm glad he already seems to show a preference of his own, he'll probably be pushed in that direction; he already has watched numerous games in his four months of life!)

Isaiah, on the other hand, just may take up yoga. I can't say for sure he knows his poses, but he has long mastered downward-facing-dog. (Maybe the 42 weeks in the womb spent doing yoga with mommy influenced his strange notions to all of a sudden hang in an upside-down "v" on the living room floor.) My instructor should begin mommy-and-me classes, I do believe, although he is far more flexible than am I so he might just show me up. See, mom, your genes passed through me and on to my son! (My mom is ridiculously flexible for 50; if you've never seen her do the splits, just ask!)

Yep, those are my boys. Always entertaining and each very unique. They have certainly developed their own personalities, and it's amazing to see how different Braylon is from his older brother! I know it seems like I tend to write about the same sorts of daily happenings, all somewhat blase (how do you make an accent on here?), but hopefully recording these observations and events will serve as gentle reminders when I look back in a few years with faint memory of days that pass far too quickly.

Change is a-Brewin'

2008-06-05T14:10:00.002-04:00

So, should you not yet know, Greg was recently offered a position at Toyota's new plant in Woodstock - painting cars (although not quite like the car he and Isaiah are driving at left) - and he has accepted. The auto industry here in south-western Ontario has really been suffering lately, save for Japanese companies it seems, so some sort of change was really inevitable. And although it is good news, it is sort of bad at the same time.

Why?

Well, for one I like where I live. We've got a nice house - though it's not perfect, there are many things I would change were I to build again - on a nice sized lot in a town where Greg has countless family and friends living. We're fairly close to London, where we seem to do the majority of our activities and shopping. And I hate moving. I've hardly really had to do it - an entire house, that is - and I hate it. And yet I'm sort of interested in getting something new again that has the things I wish I had've stuck with in the first place with this build.

Anyway, I'll spare you the list of pros and cons, as it's fairly lengthy in my mind... but we are seriously considering moving to Woodstock, which would obviously be convenient for the both of us, as we'll both be working there come February of next year (when I return to teaching after maternity leave). I mean we could drive together when he is on day shift, though it makes for long days for our kids especially, as we'd be out of the house by 5:45 and not back until nearly 6 p.m.. And that would mean a continuance of some serious money spent on gas (when just I was commuting, I was spending a third of my paycheck on gas!), the cost of which is ever inflating in our part of the world.

So, I don't know. We'll weigh our options and see how it goes. I'm a fairly firm believer in "all things happen for a reason," even if I'm not much of a risk-taker. Stay tuned for the changes that actually take effect.

A Moment of Reflection on Childhood

2008-05-29T15:54:00.007-04:00

Don't let the picture fool you; although it seems we've managed to capture Isaiah asleep in his big boy bed (a race car Nemo bed... what a clash of themes, Natalie), he rarely makes it through the night. Now I know we impressed toddlerhood on him prematurely, as Braylon needed the nursery for himself, but I'm longing for Isaiah to realize that sleeping through the night is unbelievably fantastic. (My, how I miss it!) It is a song and dance routine to convince him of sleep in the first place, and I'm unwilling to return the soother to him that we've successfully taken away. I'm anxious to take away the bottle too, but I think too much change is overwhelming for someone that age. However, the pitter patter of feet running to my side of my bed (and, on top of the fact that it is, I reiterate, MY side of the bed each night, it is oh-so-conveniently in-between one of Braylon's feeds, so I'm just nicely getting into deep sleep again) has got to stop!

Let me take a moment, though, to also praise him as a big brother, a role which he was meant to play. It amazes me at how gentle and loving he is with his little brother at a time when he is being forced to share our time, attention, and love just as he was realizing he was the star of the show. When Braylon wakes each morning, Isaiah is quick to say (well, perhaps say is not the appropriate word as Isaiah is slightly delayed in speaking; rather he shows a clear preference for a more kinesthetic apprach) hello to him, and relishes in the reaction he receives, typically a big gummy grin on Braylon's part. In fact, it is astounding to me how well they interact with one another already. Isaiah loves to play peek-a-boo with him, hiding just out of Braylon's line of sight, usually ducking beside his chair. He quite often plays "tickle-tickle" with him too (though I'm fairly certain that only I am able to decipher him saying tickle-tickle as he reaches his hand toward Braylon's ribs... I'm truly beginning to understand that parents really are the only ones able to decode toddler speech). I am hoping that they'll continue to grow up close; that's ideally why you have them so close together in the first place. Of course, in my case, I do remember countless incidents whereby my teeth were chipped or my forehead split open on the raw end of a physical fight with my brother, 13 months my senior, but I also know that we were and are still friends and I hope that holds true for my boys.

Anyway (I'm notorious for getting caught up in random tangents, should you be reading my blog and not really know me in person), back to praise. Braylon too is worthy of some serious doting; he's an unbelievably good baby. Okay, so he's not quite sleeping through the night either (my kids just aren't meant to sleep, nor reward me of that luxury), but he's a million times better than was Isaiah at it (although every time I praise him, he tends to do the opposite the next night... so who knows what I'm in for tonight?!). He's just a very happy-go-lucky baby. Sure he cries, and sometimes it is very difficult to calm him down, but he tends to be good natured, even when Isaiah is putting far too much weight on him in a hug or accidentally hitting him with a toy or book. Must be why he gave me such an easy time pushing him out in comparison to Isaiah (let's not relive that horror on here... or ever for that matter).

Very often people ask me if I'm crazy to have kids so close in age, but I wouldn't have it any other way. At times I cannot help to acknowledge how difficult and trying it can be, but it is so much more than that. My children are a blessing (though I'd hesitate to say from God, since my faith in that direction has long since wavered). They are my pride and joy. We've had growing pains along the way, but we're really coming into our own, fulfilling the roles we've been cast in. I'm certain my grade 11s from last semester would be quick to say how much I love being a mom, as witnesses to a teary-eyed message from me about parenthood during one of their presentations, and it is true. I can't even picture a world without my rugrats. I am not a perfect teacher, nor am I a perfect wife (I just can't seem to comprehend the drop-everything-and-play-poker itch) - in these roles I am growing all the time; I am not a perfect mother either. But I think I'm a pretty good one. Regardless, I cherish those three roles above all else right now.

Anyhow, before I get off on a completely different tangent (since it seems I'm headed in that direction), I think I'll sign off for today. That, and Braylon's head has grown rather heavy resting on my arm (just so you know, I've had to finger type with my right for some time during this post), dead weight as I've coaxed him into a longer afternoon nap that he'd originally intended to take. So, until next time, whenever that may be (when I should, someone remind me, take a minute to praise my husband, who is equally deserving as are my sons).

Blatant Disregard of Parking Perk

2008-05-22T22:29:00.006-04:00

Although ideally I should lodge a complaint via an editorial in the London Free Press, I think for now I'll rant my annoyance via my blog. So without further adieu, here's what I think one particular London-nite:

To the man who took advantage of premium parking at the mall, even though he was not with child;

Just because you had a car seat in the back of your car, that does not entitle you to the "Expectant Mothers and Parents with Infants" parking spots at the mall. Your ignorance is intolerable. Those of us with young children such as I - 2 under two, in fact - really do need those designated parking spots to load and unload our children. You stealthily snuck into the last reserved location today and I watched as you surveyed for witnesses who might notice you did not have a child with you. You did not see me, but I noticed you. I saw you. I watched you wait in your car until the coast was clear (not so clear afterall, though, eh?) and then quickly walk into the mall (emphasis on the walk - you could physically tolerate parking further down the row, that I know). Instead, you clearly disregarded the purpose of those spaces so you could park in a prime location, as close to the mall door as possible. It is true you are not alone in doing so, I well know others are guilty culprits of this violation, but your action is rude and wrong. And you were caught in the act. I hope you know how much you put us - expectant mothers and parents WITH infants - out by swiping one of the few spaces made available. Next time don't be surprised if a black Equinox is blocking you in.

The Boys

2008-05-14T16:02:00.004-04:00

So it's funny... if you ask me what I'd like the third child (and no, I'm not pregnant yet) to be, I'll say without hesitation that I'd like a girl, ideally. I'm dying to buy pink (so I'm very glad, Kelly, you had a girl... because a little pink is headed your way!), and I'm anxious to have a mother-daughter relationship of my own. But I must say that my two boys are the best two boys a mother could ask for. We have our moments - usually when Isaiah is "trying," pushing the limits, and Braylon is asking to eat far too soon after his last meal - but we have countless loving moments in between.

Isaiah, if you've never met him, is a ham. Take today - Greg tripped over his lawn mower (we may have a million toys in our living room, so simply walking through is at times a challenge) and Isaiah immediately made fun of him. He's always trying to steal the attention and he's got a laugh that'll melt your heart (that, and the piercing blue eyes are going to get him into some serious trouble, I'm sure). Braylon is equally funny - cooing, squeeling and grinning if you give him an ounce of attention. He may in fact be talking long before Isaiah slips out a sentence (for now, everything is a ball). They are my pride and joy.

And so I'm very grateful to have a year at home with them (and then, fortunately, two months not long after as I return for second semester next year). And it also reminds me how astonished I am at those who choose not to have children. It is such an amazing gift. I'll save the sappy sentiment reflected with my Grade 11 students in the last few days of teaching in January, but I feel so very blessed to be a mom.

Mom duties call, though, and take precedence over blogging (which is why I so rarely find time to enter something these days), so adieu.

Taking all Donations

2008-04-22T14:58:00.003-04:00

So, thanks to my uncle we've now got a flower bed in the front of our house - baby steps. We've procured some hostas split from my mom's to plant at some point, but that's about it thus far... so just thought I'd post a bulletin that we're accepting all plant donations should you have an overgrown bed or two! Seriously, the bed is sad - it's a shallow bed of dirt thus far and three hostas ain't going to do much!

Oh, and while on the subject of plant donations, I've two other things to mention. This year I'm participating in the Relay for Life in Strathroy on June 6th. I would greatly appreciate for people to support me in doing this, so should you be willing and able to donate some money, please let me know. We're supposed to raise a minimum of $100 but on average an individual raises $225.

And secondly, I've been trying to scrounge for milk crates - the plastic kind I used to store all my clothes in at camp - as I'm hoping in the near future to clean up my office stuff downstairs. Milk crates are the perfect size to store and stack my many binders of course material and resources. Dad, I'm sure you must have some somewhere?! Anyone else? I'd like to avoid purchasing them from Staples but I'm not so keen on swiping them from behind Tim Hortons either.

Geez, I don't ask for much, do I? I think I'm going to challenge myself to give three things in return for the three I'm asking for...

Bags of Tricks

2008-04-21T14:30:00.008-04:00

As for Mr. Isaiah...

1. Wearing mommy's shoes and slippers - his new fascination. I know there's not that much of a size difference, but it's the funniest thing to watch. He's tried Greg's running shoes too, but with less success. Doesn't the sparkle suit him?

2. Ball (pronounced bahl) - one of the only words he says to date. Any day now he'll be talking up a storm, but for now everything is ball.

3. Laps - he'll fill up a bag of toys or pull his lego sack around the house in circles. We'll have to put a step counter on him, he's a bundle of energy.

4. Ball with Raider - really a kong, he thinks it is the best thing since sliced bread to toss Raider's toys to him, and gets so frustrated when Raider (the laziest dog on earth) refuses to play... until Isaiah practically places the kong (or ball, as Isaiah claims) directly in his mouth.

5. Utensils - meals are becoming a dilemma because of Isaiah's stubborn independence. He can't yet figure out how to master the spoon (he sort of shovels in sideways into the mouth in the hopes that the food will fall into it, but usually it falls down his front instead) and he prefers to flail the fork in the air rather than stab the next piece of meat. Ahh we're approaching toddlerhood, that's for sure!

Braylon, on the other hand...

1. Sleeping - hallelujah, he's quickly becoming a far better sleeper than was Isaiah (who, might I add, is waking up in the middle of the night again because he goes down without his soother but wakes in a panic in its absence and won't be calmed easily). Last night Braylon made it from 10:30 until 5:30 this morning! To most of the gals around here, those who formula feed in particular, that's nothing for a 2.5 month old baby, but it's fantastic for me!

2. Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle - Braylon's language. He's very vocal lately, perhaps in competition with his older brother? It's amazing how he will interact if you gurgle back to him, too!

3. Smiles - Braylon is full of smiles, especially if you lean in and play with him. Apart from crying when he's tired and hungry - oh, and when Isaiah bonks him accidentally - he's a very happy baby.

4. Losing his hair - just like Uncle James, Braylon has lost a ton of hair recently. The other day I took his bassinette sheet out to wash it and the head indentation was full of hair. Poor thing, he's got a ton on top still but has the old man ring now on the sides. Stylin'.

5. Stiff man - he's incredibly strong. He was holding his head up long ago, and now he's able to bear weight on his legs. We've been practicing our standing, and I think he may hit that milestone earlier than did Isaiah because he already holds the majority of his weight. Exersaucer, here he comes!

Congestion

2008-04-15T15:31:00.003-04:00

So for some strange reason, we never seem to beat "the bug" around here. Just as soon as one of us gets over a cold, up flares another. On top of that, Isaiah recently sprouted two new teeth, his first molars, so we have been dealing with a cranky child with an intense diaper rash. All of this we have taken in stride, but the latest bout of illness has affected Braylon in that he was too congested to pass his hearing screening today. He passed the first stage, but then he had to receive a "refer result" because he did not "pass" the next two. So of course I became immediately concerned: can my son hear? What's wrong? She reassured me it is likely due to his congestion (poor thing, he has been coughing and sneezing horrendously for the past few days) and other factors may have interfered as well. I'm still, two hours later, feeling slightly apprehensive regarding it all. You just expect your children to be healthy and "normal" and when something goes wrong you start to wonder.

Other than that, things are relatively same old around here. My mom's side of the family got together on the weekend, something we've not done in a very long time (approximately one year since the passing of my grandfather). It was nice to see everyone and spend some time catching up. Isaiah loved being able to play with his cousins, too. We've been immersed in shower season as well - as friends and family are soon to be married or welcoming new additions to their families. We're anxiously awaiting the boys' first cousin - another boy - who is expected to arrive at the end of the month. And we're trying to enjoy the glimpses of spring too; we've managed to take the boys and Raider for a walk every day, save for a few (such as the day we woke up to snow, again... welcome to Southwestern Ontario where it can be 18 degrees one day and -1 the next). And I think I may just head out to enjoy the sunshine right now!

Ski Trip to Panorama, BC

2008-03-29T14:56:00.004-04:00

First of all, thank you to our cousin Richard who invited us on our very first, hopefully of many to come, ski trips. We flew out to Calgary mid-March and on through to Panorama Mountain Village to join him and his fiancee, among others, to ski the Purcells. It was our first time out west as well, and I most definitely understand why so many who head out that way have stayed. BC, though far more expensive for gas and groceries and such, is gorgeous... and mild! Thankfully, though we had no new powder to ski on, the mountain retained some snow on the runs because driving in through Radium the ground was bone dry.

So neither of us are professional skiiers by any means (though Greg thinks he's a shoe-in for the downhill Olympic team for Portugal after his week on the slopes) but we had a great time. I'd not skiied in years, nor had Greg (though I didn't have to come down off the first chair on all fours, Greg!). By mid-week we'd both made it to the top of the mountain (though chose not to attempt black diamond runs from there; instead we took a run called "Get Me Down"), as well as had "clean" days (no falls) - a long way from our first day stumbling down the green runs. Definitely a long way from the Byron bump I'm used to! Obviously!

And Braylon had a "first" that Isaiah has yet to have - a plane ride. We left big brother Isaiah home to vacation with all of his grandparents (again, thank you). So Braylon had his first one-on-one time with mommy and daddy as well. I must say he's a pretty darn good baby; though fussier than was Isaiah, he's content for the most part. He was actually quite sick during our week in BC - coughing and sneezing like crazy - and maintained a good demeanour regardless. He did a fantastic job of flying out - other passengers noted they'd not even known a baby was on the plane - and had other contenders for noise violations on the plane home as it was packed with kids (Easter weekend).

Anyhow, he must've known I was writing about him, as he woke from his nap... so back to my weekend with the boys!

I Should've Known...

2008-03-10T19:13:00.004-04:00

...when I saw the onset of a runny nose, steadily dripping from my son's nose, that today would bring the debut performance of "Mommy, I'm Sick," starring Barking Cough, High Fever, Running Nose and best-of-all Grumpy Child. 24 hours and a few boxes of kleenex later, we're well into the "run" of a strong 'bout with an illness (for which I'm not yet willing to wait all evening in line at the after-hours clinic as I don't think we've quite reached full blown sickness). I must say it's nice to have a little boy so willing to cuddle, and though he woke up cranky at 6 a.m. this morning, he was coaxed back to sleep between us until 10 a.m., so I savoured a first sleep-in (though interrupted with spells of nursing Braylon, who also slept nicely for us) in some time! However, I've also today endured a stubborn child who would have nothing to do with food, even soup to make him feel better.

I hate when my kids are sick - I feel so helpless. And I really don't want to go rushing off to see the doctor when it's really just the common cold, yet I hate to see him suffer. Thankfully his spirits were lifted as his neighbour friends, Olivia and Bella, came to visit in the afternoon and played with him for some time. And he seemed to be a-okay to play (though he's being slightly sucky with daddy right now, which seemed to turn on immediately once his friends went home). I'm sure he'll kick this in a few days, but I just hope Braylon doesn't catch it as we'd like to try to travel with a healthy baby come the weekend!

I Broke Down and Finally...

2008-03-06T13:02:00.004-05:00

...cut Isaiah's hair. Gone are his curly locks and fly away wings.

Thankfully hair grows, so I'm hoping it fills in some as it's fairly fine (despite Greg and I both having rather coarse, thick hair). He's still a handsome little man, though!

Braylon has a really nice head of hair already, though his is getting lighter (while Isaiah's has darkened). I imagine I'll have to cut his sooner than was Isaiah's trimmed, but we'll see.

I Love My Brother

2008-02-29T14:51:00.003-05:00

Ever cute - when we ask Isaiah to give kisses, he does, even to his little brother to whom he generally expresses either indifference or jealousy. And how fitting they're wearing their Valentine's Day pajamas.
I love my boys so much!

Change a-Brewin'?

2008-02-29T14:22:00.002-05:00

Who would have thought that I, a former Medway Cowboy and therefore lifetime rival of anything Strathroy, would have actually come to enjoy living here? Well, despite having to commute to work over an hour each way, I honestly do. And so that's what makes the fact that we may have to leave, should Greg successfully land a job at Toyota, for which he is interviewing for as I blog, tough to swallow. I know I get far too attached to things, and far too settled, but we built this house thinking we'd be here for some time. And although I do practically everything outside of Strathroy (in London, mostly) - work, shop (obviously), skate, play soccer, do yoga, meet up with friends - I'm not certain I'd like to live elsewhere...

... save for one place. Ideally I'd actually really like to have my grandparents' property, but the reality of that is incredibly unlikely. We'd purchase the lot and home for the equivalent of the sale of this home, but that home is not really liveable at present and we'd therefore not have money to build a new home on the property (which is absolutely gorgeous, if you don't know because you've never been, and ideal for my sons to grow up on - complete with a large field in front for soccer games, a creek to catch crayfish, a pond to skate on in the winter and canoe on in the summer, and fields in the back to roam and explore). It is a place I cherish deeply and I'd hate to see it go to someone unknown, or worse a developer, but I'm beginning to realize we're really not going to be able to make any deal work out to live there. Ahh, the nostalgia of a past I don't wish to let go of...

So that change I could handle, because I actually feel a sense of "home" there, which I lost all feeling for when my childhood home was sold. And I'm not certain I'd like to move at random to some other house with absolutely no meaning. Maybe I get too tied up in symbolism or look for connections, but (and here is where you'll think I'm strange) I think we were meant to live in this house - the number is 549, for example, which is my number and Greg's and 4 is the difference between them.

Nothing is happening now anyway, or for sure for that matter, but a big change may be in store for us... who knows, only time will tell.

English as a Second Language

2008-02-19T15:01:00.002-05:00

These days Isaiah is talking up a storm! His language may not be English, apart from a handful of select words - barely clear but recognizeable enough - but he's a talkin'! Mostly he talks to his books and toys, though he understands what we say to him 100%. It's amazing, actually, how well he understands and how much he knows already, at just 15 months. Like just now, he went to the fridge, mumbled something in his language in a whining tone, and I knew he wanted some juice! As for real words, he definitely knows ball (we're honestly not forcing him to be a soccer player) and is working on apple and balloon (all of which happen to be on the same page of his favourite book - which he chucked in a pail of water the other day, but thankfully it is a board book so it recovered well!). I am astouded at how much he has developed in such a short time, particularly as we've now Braylon to compare him to to see how far he's come in a year.

Anyhow, he's up from his nap and likes to imitate mom in every way - including typing on the keyboard and trying to snatch the mouse - so I'd best get off before this entry is written in a language you can't decipher! :)

A Moment's Peace

2008-02-12T13:49:00.000-05:00

Okay, so the real challenge began this week with Greg's return to work. I hate shift work as it is, and he did luck out and miss a week of nights because Braylon was born at the beginning of that shift, but I can't say I'm a fan of afternoons either. Last night was slightly challenging at times to get both boys' needs taken care of, especially because Isaiah is pretty dependent still, and Braylon is hungry all the time! And Isaiah definitely has a streak of jealousy on top of hating to be told no. So there were a few moments of hectic chaos, but when I did finally get them both to sleep I did get a sense that there will be moments of peace as well. That is, until the doorbell rang (why do people make deliveries at 9 p.m.?).

Not that we need to make each moment a family affair (though Braylon's first bath apparently needed to be one), but it does make it easier for one of us to have one baby and the other to have one as well. Ahh well, we'll adjust and settle into a routine in some time. You just may not catch me blogging too often until that happens!

He's Here!

2008-02-06T14:09:00.000-05:00

Announcing... Braylon Miguel Rebelo (who sleeps all day and cries all night), born Mon. Feb. 4/08 @ 4:39 p.m. - he's finally arrived!

Just like big brother Isaiah, Braylon decided to show up 10 days late (thankfully no need for induction, though Dr. Marcou would have met a very different pregnant lady had I made it to my appointment for baby clinic that day instead of heading in naturally to deliver a baby!). He's not quite as big as was his older brother (who also, by the way, seems like a huge baby boy now that I've been with just Braylon for a few days) - he weighed in at 8 lbs. 4.8 oz. and was just 19 inches long. He's a healthy baby boy, though, with a healthy set of lungs. And we're doing just great - only about 4 pushes (I really made the doc work for his money this time, eh?) and no tearing makes the world of difference - so we're home already, less than 48 hrs. post delivery (as much as I love the hospital...).

Braylon is adjusting fairly well, though as I alluded to before he gives us a fairly rough go at night (and sleeps "like a baby" in the day)... so far (but what do we know, he's only been with us 2 days now!). He's dropped in weight some, but is a big eater - I assume he'll gain it back in no time. He's also unfortunately got a nasty rash, so no bathtime yet..., as well as a full head of dark hair, though so far blue eyes like his big brother, and a great set of lungs! He did have super long nails too, but I've already given them a trim because he was clawing some serious scratches into his skin already! I must say he's pretty darn cute, though, but again I'm biased!

Big brother Isaiah isn't too sure what to make of it all, and craved attention from me at the hospital like crazy! So far Braylon has only been home for Isaiah's nap time; in fact, all four of the boys are sleeping at present (and in case you're wondering who I mean by four, that's both babies, Greg & Raider). I can only imagine how busy this is going to get for us, but I think we'll settle into things and soon enough not even remember what it was like with just one baby (who, seriously, does not even seem like a baby in the least any more - he's the oldest 15 month old ever, both in terms of size and what he's doing).

So, not sure when next I'll blog, but I won't leave you hanging too long. I wanted to be sure to get on here now, especially so those of you who couldn't make it to meet Braylon in person could see some pictures at the very least! Stay tuned as I'm sure I'll have far more interesting tales to tell as time goes on...

Still an only child... for now!

2008-02-01T10:30:00.000-05:00

Okay, so Isaiah is still an only child... for now (good thing, he's such a ham - and a flirt, might I add - as you can tell from his picture; we're going to have some trouble because he's already charmin' the ladies). Braylon is officially one week late (he's already following in his brother's footsteps as Isaiah was 10 days overdue). The closer we get, the more I think it's going to be Sunday, just because of the SuperBowl, but what do I know? I thought I was ready to go weeks ago - and have surprised many people (and myself) in holding out this long!

Thanks to everyone for their suggestions, by the way (though Polly, I prefer Kelly's raspberry tea suggestion to your castor oil one, though I've heard it does the trick)! I can't even go for a nice long walk (or should I say waddle?) today, because the weather is not appealing in the least. So we shall see...

One thing I hate about the "system" in Strathroy is that, in rotating through so many different doctors, no one really tells you what you want to know. Sure, I'd prefer to not be induced, but how long are you going to let this baby stay inside? The one doctor said I'd only go 7 days over, max., before induction - which would mean we'd already be at the hospital - whereas Monday's doctor sort of passed the buck to the following week's because he noted I was feeling okay (as okay as I can - I sincerely doubt he really knows how uncomfortable an overdue pregnancy can make a girl feel). Who knows - it's a waiting game at this point.

And so I'm trying to make every last minute with Isaiah alone count, because his world is going to be rocked when Braylon arrives. It's been nice to be home with him all week, though I'm certain he must miss socializing (a.k.a. flirting) with the kids at his grandma's house. He's such a big boy already - hard to imagine as although we're still technically in baby-mode Braylon will be such a baby compared to Isaiah. I haven't found it in myself to cut his hair yet - despite prodding from Greg in particular - so I thought I'd post this pic of his bathtime mohawk!

So, stay tuned still. Apparently he didn't want to make his premiere appearance in January, as expected, but at least we'll have a baby before March (February isn't that short of a month, even if this is a leap year!).

A Sigh of Relief

2008-01-30T14:58:00.000-05:00

I did it, I survived. My exams are marked, report card comments written, marks transferred, failure forms filled out (much to my dismay), personal belongings packed and home (just in case this spring proves successful in my attempt to transfer)... now it's just a matter of delivering a baby. I managed the stress of everything else, though sacrificed my thumb nails as I wrestled with staples, but I can't say I'd like to do it again any time soon.

Not to complain, because I know your first thoughts will be that we teachers get 2 months off in the summer, but if you knew what I went through the last few days - marking 32 grade 11 exams, 22 grade 12 exams, and 25 grade nine exams (all of which had an essay component, I might add), plus 25 character analysis essays as well as generating comments - all in a span of 48 hours while watching my 14 month old son - you'd leave that thought to stir in your head, I'd hope. Because I did all of that unpaid, I might add (not that I'm looking for credit, but sometimes people don't realize what teaching entails). Although I couldn't have done it without the help of my parents, all of whom took turns watching Isaiah for some time over the weekend so that I could focus on getting my work done.

And so done I am, in more than one sense (although Braylon doesn't agree - he's hoping to show up on SuperBowl Sunday, I suspect). I must say it is quite relaxing to think I've really very little to do for an entire year now, save for spending all my time with my sons! Although (thanks to my anal retentiveness and nesting inclinations, as well as my what-can-I-do-to-keep-my-mind-off-the-fact-that-I've-yet-to-deliver thoughts), I've kept myself busy thus far cleaning the house and making sure things will carry on in my absence of 3 days should Braylon make an appearance. (Any day now, buddy.)

And of course I've been glad to be back home with Isaiah full time, even if that means changing dirty diapers and dealing with his new-found ability to throw temper tantrums (and so what will the terrible twos have in store for us?!). I love my job (even if it means having to go through the end-of-semester stress 2 times a year), but I love being home with my family even more. He's definitely coming into his own, and I look forward to seeing how he'll deal with being a big brother! It's going to be a huge adjustment!

So, hopefully you next read that I've delivered a healthy baby boy (who, at this point, is likely to be just as large as was Isaiah, since he's getting extra time in the "oven")... stay tuned!

Busy Bee

2008-01-23T12:38:00.000-05:00

Hi all,

Still here... beyond busy, but still here. I'm 2 days to d-day (though probably not actually d-day, since Isaiah was 10 days late) and wishing it would be any day, but thinking realistically it won't be. Still working - yes, I'm crazy. I was 2+ hours coming home yesterday thanks to horrid traffic on the 401 (anyone driving Ingersoll through Putnam will know exactly what I mean - we were completely stopped for what felt like forever), and am trying to finish up the semester because originally that seemed like a good idea for so many reasons (so many of which have been usurped by other reasons for not working any longer). Hence being busy; if you know anything about teaching, you know it's a busy time of year for secondary school teachers, finishing up the semester. Now add the 40-weeks pregnant factor to that, and the fact that I'm full time English. (Sorry, James, but being a phys. ed. teacher is pretty appealing at this point, and I know you get a lot of jokes about it all but the work load does pale in comparison). But I know, I can't really rant... I did it to myself.

I didn't think, however, I'd also be so sick. I've caught my third bout of illness since Christmas, and this one is hanging on for dear life (so part of me is thankful I've not begun labour becaue I'd like to be able to breathe through the delivery). I've actually not had a voice for a week now (again, adding difficulty to the task of teaching), and I've had that dry, irritating, tickling cough for just as long (and a pussy eye come night, red and itchy come day, if you must know, but that's a few too many details, I think). Trying to kick this one has been tough, likely because I'm drained, stressed, and 40 weeks pregnant. Yes, I know, I'm trying to take it easy... I'm home sick today, in fact, and though I've a pile of marking, I haven't touched it yet (and it's nearly 1 p.m.).

Anyhow, I didn't really come on here to vent... I just wanted to update you on the lack of news our way, since most of you have been wondering. I'll likely not post again until we've news, so stay tuned! Back to bed for me...

Happy New Year!

2008-01-02T16:40:00.001-05:00

Happy New Year, everyone! It's taken me awhile to blog, despite other facets of procrastination (I'm in serious avoidance of the huge pile of marking I inevitably need to finish upon my return to work in 1/2 a week), as it's already well into January 2nd and I'm only now wishing you a Happy New Year! We didn't celebrate with the first baby of the new year, even though that was the one thing I asked for for Christmas, and I'm not entirely sure we'll greet this little guy until the due date anyway (I was hopeful in that this one would come 10 days early, instead of 10 days late like Isaiah). He actually has been making me pretty uncomfortable lately, and until today gave us cause for concern because neither of the two doctors I've seen in clinic lately were able to tell if he was head down. But I had an ultrasound this afternoon to confirm the position, and he is infact turned the right way (though he must have some strong hands because all of the movement is very low).

Anyhow, besides waiting for baby and ignoring my marking, the holidays have been low-key. Thanks to my mom and Greg, Isaiah's new room is almost ready to go. Mom is at present painting coat #2 and this weekend Greg will assemble his car bed. So transitioning to childhood is going to come quickly for him, as he'll have a big boy bed and a new room that I'm hoping to arrange before the end of the weekend. And then I suppose I'd best pack a hospital bag and sort out the difference between Isaiah's stuff and stuff we'll reuse for the new baby!

So here's hoping I blog more often in 2008 - I started off well in 2007, but I tend to get too busy! Plus with our computer dilemma over the holidays, I've sort of been anti-technology! But I'll try to keep you all updated on the happenings in the Rebelo family, especially our new addition, whenever he decides to join us!