Our New Addition: Corbin Elliot

Well, he’s finally here! At 9:42 on Friday, April 19, Corbin Elliot was welcomed to many tears from Mummy and Daddy. He was born via scheduled c-section (which I will be writing a whole blog post about.), and is beautiful and healthy. He weighed in at 9lbs, 2oz of adorable rolls and cheeks, 21 inches in length.

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My recovery so far has been incredible, walking around and feeling great, if not a tad sleepy. Corbin is adjusting and settling into our daily life beautifully, and vice versa. I look at him and have a hard time remember life without him.

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We are fortunate enough to have Jason home with us for an entire week, and that has been such a blessing. He’s been able to keep Marley entertained and happy, bond with Corbin, and help me physically and mentally adjust to our new life.

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Corbin looks so much like Marley when she was born, it’s so funny to look at photos side by side. Since Marley takes after Jason so much, it’s safe to say that we have a little mini Jason on our hands, and I love that. His deposition is so laid back and chill, we haven’t heard him really cry at all yet, and he slept for 5 hours straight last night.

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Yes, I did wake up and bolt to his room in a panic, to check on him. Every mom remembers the first time they got a decent stretch of sleep, and woke up freaking out something was wrong, only to find a peacefully sleeping baby. Bliss.

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The first few days home were a emotional roller coaster for me. After tucking Marley into bed that first night, I walked over to Jason and burst into sobbing tears over how big, sweet, awesome and perfect she is. Ah, sweet postpartum hormones. Those seem to be settling, I do still get teary seeing her with Corbin, or looking out the window to see Jason and her playing together.

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My heart is so full and happy right now, and I know it will only get better. Yes, I’m sure there are going to be rough days/nights as we adjust, but it’s so worth it, so small in the grand scheme of things.

Thank you for all the well wishes over Twitter, Facebook and Instagram (follow me there, if you want to see a abundance of newborn squish!). We are truly thankful and appreciative of the love and support.

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Home Stretch: 38 Weeks Pregnant

Wow.

I mean, really, wow. As of yesterday, I have one week until this baby is born.

5 days

6 nights

120 hours

I’ve spent the last 38 weeks watching in amazement, as my body changes and adapts, to grow another human. I’ve been horribly sick, more tired than I ever though possible, and discovered what it really means to have a aching body. Yes, this pregnancy has been a bit rough on me, even that is a understatement. I am waving my white flag quite often these days, collapsing into a heap of emotionally and physically exhausted Krystal.

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On the other hand, this pregnancy has taught me a lot about myself. I have a whole new respect for my body, and the kind of condition I want it to be in. After months of not being able to bend to properly put shoes on my daughter, I am thrilled at the idea of being physically fit, limber and in control. To be able to lift my daughter, run around with her in the backyard, climb my stairs without feeling like my lungs might explode out of my chest, these things you take for granted sometimes. I am excited to take on the challenge of getting my body back into normal (maybe even above normal?!) shape. I am not talking about weight, either. I am so not someone who is going to stress and obsess about losing every pound of the pregnancy weight. Not by any means. I am talking about feeling good, confident and strong in my skin again.

I have this renewed bond and intense love for my family. I find myself daydreaming even more about adventures we will take together, projects we can take on, our little family of four. Wow. I am so anxious to watch Marley grow into the role of big sister, she is such a tender heart, I can’t think of a more fitting place for her to be in. I am trying to mentally prep myself, because I know that I am going to cry, probably a lot, watching the two of them together, seeing her meet him for the first time, her trying to help as much as she can. She is so eager to teach him everything she knows, to show him how much she already loves him. The depth of her unconditional commitment to him, before he is even here, is really beautiful.

I am excited to see Jason with a little boy, to witness their growing together, that unique father-son dynamic. I am dying to see if he will look like Jason, or take more after me. I will never forget the falling-in-love-all-over-again feeling of watching Jason with Marley those first few days, feelings I still get when I watch them together. I am anxious to see how our everyday shifts and changes, as we adjust to life with two children. I’m interested to see how/if it will change the dynamic of our marriage, strengthen and reinforce the deep bond that we have.

My body yearns for the snuggly, grunting, warm, heavenly-smelling body of a squishy newborn to be nestled into me. I remember those beautiful, blissful, soul-soaring moments where you couldn’t feel any more complete or happy than you do at that exact moment. I made this. WE made this. How incredible.

I have been experiencing a lot of early labour signs, making my comfort level questionable at best. Constantly being on high alert is exhausting and is starting to drain me. After being checked out by my Dr today, knowing I have only this week left, if that, I have made a conscious decision to give in to the process. If I am going to go into real, proper labour before my scheduled c-section date (April 22nd), so be it. If I don’t and these contractions, cramping and nausea keep up for the last 5 days? That is also out of my hands. I refuse to let this last week break me, because I know one day, probably sooner than I think, I will miss parts of this.

We are ready when you are, little man, and we can not wait to meet you.

How far along? 38 weeks
Baby is the size of a: pumpkin. (think Cinderella’s coach!)
Total weight gain: 32 as of today.
Maternity clothes? Yoga pants, maternity jeans and stretchy tops.
Stretch marks? a couple little ones now. My skin hurts.
Sleep: What is that?
Best moment this week: Knowing that my body is preparing for labour/delivery.
Miss Anything? Clothes that fit me properly and eating proper meals.
Movement: Movement has slowed down a ton. He nudges me often enough to keep me from going into a panic though.
Food cravings: Water water water.
Food aversions: Everything. My appetite is gone.
Gender: Mr man
Labor Signs: contractions since last Thursday, cramping
Belly Button in or out? completely out and flat, it hurts.
Wedding rings on or off? Still rocking my rings.
Looking forward to: Finally meeting this baby!

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Spring Is In The Air

As we are slowly rounding the corner, into spring, my spirit soars a little. Every sunshine filled afternoon brings a smile, mounts anticipation for beautiful days spent outside. This winter has been one of the longest and hardest as far as crappy weather goes. We had so much snow dumped on us, piles upon piles, it seemed it would never end. To see peeks of green grass, watch the rabbits emerge to run around, and hear the birds start to chirp? It’s almost comical how happy it all makes me.

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This past weekend was so beautiful that Jason started to tackle yard cleanup and garden preparations, and Marley was beside herself excited to get outside and play in the dirt. We have this giant patch of dirt/mud in the back, where the previous owners played with their dog. This place is Marley’s absolute favorite, for such a girly girl, she sure loves to get down and dirty. I love the contrast of her dainty little hands, complete with sparkly bracelets and ring, completely caked in mud, with a giant smile on her face. Marley amazes me every day.

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As I was checking my mail yesterday evening, the echo of birds chirping surrounded me, I had to stop and soak that moment in. Spring can be dreary, rainy and grey until things really start blooming, but it’s no coincidence that it’s holding some sentimental value for me right now, as we have 12 days until our newest family member is born. It’s a beautiful, inspiring time right now, and I am so thankful.

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Our Baby Boy’s Nursery

I am practically jumping up and down with excitement, not so easy when you are 37 weeks pregnant, trying to sit and type. Today one of the last things was crossed off of my ‘Things to do before the baby gets here’ list. It was a decent sized list, and Jason and I have been slowly chipping away at it together. As I come into my last two weeks of pregnancy (!!!!!), finishing off the little man’s nursery took top priority.

We had painted the room a couple months back (Behr’s Caribbean Coast), and I salvaged a vintage dresser off of Kijij in what seems like ages ago. I was given the crib from my Mum, who used it for both of my brothers, and I just loved the vintage/classic look of it, and knew it would fit into the vision I had for this room. I knew from our experience with Marley, that a buying a new convertible crib for him was not something we needed to do, because we transition directly into a queen sized bed from the crib.

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For as long as I can remember, I have always been in love with the Pottery Barn Baby ‘Madras‘ nursery bedding. I love the clean lines, classic and fresh look of it. We have a few different sheet patterns to have fun with the look, crabs, whales and boats. The colors and pattern screams “BOY” to me, but gives you plenty to work with as far as a color scheme. Pick a few from the madras pattern, and make those your accent colors. In my case, I chose the navy blue, green, orange and white. I especially fell hard for the idea of bringing some orange into the room, afterall, my husband is Dutch! Regardless, I really love the combination of colors we chose, and the outcome of them.

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The glider was used in Marley’s room, and is so comfy, trust me, I have slept in it a time or two. It glides beautifully, cleans up like a dream and is so comfy. I have slept in it a time or two, and have zero complaints. The glider is from Dutailier and is called the Adagio.

For the mobile, I was inspired by my friend Jill‘s post on a nursery, and loved the look of the mobile she chose. After looking around the Etsy shop Lil’ Sprout Creations, I stumbled across this beauty. I instantly fell in love and sent Amy a message asking if she would do a custom one for me, to incorporate the orange in it. She was happy to oblige me, and was a dream to work with. I chose to do the DIY mobile kit, and built it from the instructions and materials she sent me. The instructions were very straight forward, and I managed to build it within an hour while watching TV.

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For artwork, I had originally wanted to get some vintage beachy photos and frame those in a collage over the crib. After some consideration, I decided something a little more child-like and whimsical was best, this is a baby room after all. So naturally, I started searching Etsy and Pinterest for prints that were kid friendly, but not overly baby-ish. I wanted to find a happy medium, something he could grow into. I found these prints, and fell in love pretty hard. I adored all of the colors she uses, the patterns and the fun and cute designs. Anais has some really fun, beautiful and creative prints that I simply adore. The frames I used to showcase them are from Target, I almost yelled out-loud when I saw them, they are so perfect.

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For smaller accents through out the room, I kept my eyes open over a few months, knowing the look I had in mind. The little throw rug, navy blue blackout curtains are from Target, most other items are either thrifted or found at HomeSense (the Canadian version of HomeGoods.).I even adore how my beloved Applecheeks diapers create a beautiful and colorful accent to the room.

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I adore putting together a cohesive, clean and inviting space for someone. The excitement of making a special place that will just be theirs is fun and exciting. I love the planning stages, the creative process and the thrill of finding that perfect missing link, especially when you get it for a steal. There are few things better than finding a gem at the thrift store or on clearance. I scored huge on the bedding from Pottery Barn, finding the bumper pad and crib skirt on for clearance from last year. There was a pregnant happy dance involved in that find.

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All in all, I am so completely happy and in love with this room. I can picture our little man sleeping in the crib, us rocking him in the glider, changing his little bum while he checks out the scenery outside. I love it all, and I can not wait to watch him grow up and into this space we have created for him.

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Sick Season Sucks: Boogie Wipes Giveaway!

If your winter has been anything like ours, and a majority of the people I have spoken to, you know how bad this cold season has been. Horrible.

I feel like Marley hasn’t been 100% healthy for longer than a 2 week period in the last 6 months, before she comes down with a new ailment. Between her starting preschool this year (which we all know is germ city, no matter how much money you are paying them and how fantastic they are.), and the overwhelming amount of sickness that has been floating around our town, it’s been a very sick year.

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The worst, and one of my biggest pet peeves? A runny nose. It looks gross, is so unsanitary, and that snot is just begging for a alternate vehicle to mingle with your body. Most germs are transmitted via saliva and other body fluids, like snot, so you better believe I steer us clear of that situation. Not just for our benefit, but for those around us as well.

Back when Marley was 6 months old, we visited Florida for a family vacation and it was there that I discovered Boogie Wipes. I spotted them in a shelf in target, read the label about being a saline wipe for dirty noses and decided right there that I had to try them. It only took a few uses before I knew I was hooked and had found one of those rare mommy miracle products that you want to tell everyone about. Before we came home I stocked my suitcase up with a bunch of packages of Boogie Wipes and declared myself a convert: no more pinning my child down to wipe her nose with a scratchy, irritating Kleenex.

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Since coming home armed full of Boogie Wipes, I have done nothing but fall deeper in love with them. They are gentle but insanely efficient and completely non-irritating. At any given time I will have a package in my purse, a canister and package in my car, an multiple dispensers throughout the house. Marley will even ask for them by name when her nose is runny or he just wants to clean her face, and is not impressed if she is forced to use a Kleenex. I even had to buy a package to stash in her backpack for school, because they work so well for her.

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This is a product that I truly love, one I tell all my mom friends about and one I convinced a local store to start carrying. They are not just like a baby wipe, and that is hard to explain, until you use one on a crusty, irritated little nose. They clean that mess up beautifully, efficiently and harmlessly, and we all know that’s part of the battle with a yucky cold.

After tweeting, instagram-ing and Facebook-ing my love and recommendations for Boogie Wipes, they graciously reached out to me to thank me for the support and to offer to host a giveaway for my readers. Of course I jumped on it, and was more excited than most people would be to get a package in the mail from them that included enough Boogie Wipes to get us trough a few more colds and toddler messes. In order to share the love, or introduce you to this fabulous product, you can enter the giveaway below. Your prize pack will include the following: 2 packages of the 30 count wipes, samples and coupons. Contest is open from today, until April the 6th.

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Cold season really does suck, but if you can get some awesome help to deal with it, that makes life that much easier. Good luck!

 

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35 Weeks Pregnant

Woah. 35 weeks! I can’t decide if this has snuck up on me, or if I want to fist pump like a Jersey Shore champ. This is the home stretch, and a bit of a milestone for the little dude. At this point, if I go into labour, the Dr’s will not try to stop it, and I would likely be pushed in for my c-section right away. At my doctors appointment last week, I was 34 weeks, measuring at 38.5, so there’s that. Big boy on the way!

That is, if I wanted to opt for the c-section and not try for a VBAC (vaginal birth after c-section). This is something I have been thinking more and more about, trying to figure out how I feel about that possibility. With Marley, I was 2 weeks overdue and had a very long 26 hour labour which included being 10cm dilated for 4ish hours. She was a big girl (8lbs 12oz), and was never able to descend, getting quite stuck. I absolutely adore my OB, because she literally let me go as long as possible with my water broken (24 hours), before discussing a c-section with me. I was not forced into one early on in my labour, as long as Marley and I were doing well, we were ok with letting things go. Yes, it was long and painful and hard, but I was thankful for the chance to try.

My recovery from the c-section was absolutely incredible, I really could not have asked for a better experience that way. I was up and walking that afternoon, able to tend to Marley completely, and never required more than regular Tylenol and Advil for pain. I was feeling so good, that I requested to go home the net day, rather than stay in the hospital for the full 3 days they usually require. Obviously I listened to my body, and knew better than to push it, but I was by no means bed-ridden or in pain. My incision healed beautifully and I had no complications with that.

My one and only issue with having another c-section? I was not able to hold Marley right away, and have skin-to-skin with her. Jason got to have those first snuggles while I was stitched up and put back together. That part, I do understand, as I am technically in the middle of a operation, but it still sucks. The absolute worse part was coming down from the anesthesia, and time in the recovery room. I had violent shaking and vomiting on the operating table, shortly after she was out and safe, and it was very scary. The anesthesiologist was reassuring that it was partially everything in my system, and part adrenaline after such a long labour. The vomiting was attributed to my sensitivity to codeine and most general pain killers. Once in the recovery room, I was completely out of it, still shaking and throwing up, slurring my words and coming in and out of consciousness. I felt very very very drunk, and I did not like it. Anxiety was also kicking in, because I was not expecting that feeling. I was too scared to really hold Marley, because I was so unsteady and out of it. I was laid up in the bed, with a nurse poking and prodding me, and staring at Marley in Jason’s arms, completely out of it. I did not get to really hold her and be aware and ‘present’ for it, for quite a few hours and I have struggled with guilt and resentment because of that. I felt a little robbed of that afterglow everyone talks about and the first bonding moments with my daughter.

I have brought up all these concerns with my OB and will do so with the surgeon doing the procedure as well. I’ve been assured that this time will probably be quite different, both by my Dr’s and friends who have had repeat c-sections. It’s a much more relaxed experience when it is scheduled, and you are more prepared emotionally the second time around. You know exactly what to expect, and haven’t been in active labour for 26 hours and pumped full of other fluids/medicines. So in this sense, I am feeling better and better about having a second c-section. I know it will not be prefect, and my recovery not quite as easy since I am also juggling a toddler, but I feel pretty good about it. We are planning things out pretty well, my in-laws, my mum and my sister are all on board to help out with Marley for the first bit, and Jason will have a few days off of work to be home with us.

The thing that does worry me? Going into labour before my scheduled date, and having a quick delivery, naturally. Yes, it is more ideal on the body, but this is something I am in no way, shape or form mentally prepared for. I will embrace wholeheartedly it if it does happen, but it is a little daunting. My Mum had insanely fast deliveries with all 4 of us, with 3 being under an hour (TOTAL), and the last one being 4 hours. Quick quick quick.

I have my consultation with the surgeon who will be performing my c-secion booked for next Wednesday, and will have my actual c-section date at the end of that appointment. Then? It’s serious count down time and reality will really set in. I am so excited, nervous, anxious and happy, it’s really quite the roller coaster. My ‘To-do” list is getting quite small, the weather here is warming up, my body is settling into the final stages of pregnancy and this baby is running out of room to squirm too much.

All things considered: I am feeling ready. Mr Man can stay in there for a few more weeks, because that is ultimately best for him, no matter how big he already is. We want his lungs and everything else developed and in prime working condition.

Plus, we don’t have a name picked out yet, it’s down to a final 3 and we just can’t decide. SUPER.

How far along? 35 weeks
Baby is the size of a: large cantaloupe (I laugh at this, because mine is clearly a watermelon by now)
Total weight gain: 24lbs as of last week
Maternity clothes? oh yes. Living in yoga pants and stretchy tank tops right now. Most shirts are showing a peek of the bottom of my belly.
Stretch marks? A couple little white ones.
Sleep: I feel exhausted most of the time, but I am not sleeping much. Pregnancy insomnia is real, yo.
Best moment this week: The nursery is 98% done!
Miss Anything? Driving comfortably, I can not move my seat back anymore and still touch my foot pedals.
Movement: Lots of limbs rolling across my belly, very weird.
Food cravings: I almost never feel hungry anymore, running out of room. Still crazy thirsty all the time though.
Food aversions: nothing yet.
Gender: Little dude
Labor Signs: tons and tons of strong braxton hicks and cramping.
Symptoms: uh everything? I look like I swallowed a basketball.
Belly Button in or out? completely out and flat, it hurts.
Wedding rings on or off? Still on, and a little loose actually.
Looking forward to: Meeting with the surgeon and setting a date for the c-section.

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A Million Moments

As a parent, you know that there are millions of emotions attached to the baby and toddler years. These moments and emotions run the gauntlet from one end of the spectrum to the other. High highs, low lows and everything in between.

Overjoyed, overstimulated, overdue, overtired, overachieve, overprotective, oversensitive, overstretched, overworked, head-over-heels.

That’s just the beginning.

Finding a balance with these emotions, embracing them, enjoying them and most importantly, learning from them, this is our day-to-day challenge as parents. Is every day sunshine and rainbows and easy? Heck no. There are many days where I feel overstretched and in over my head, but I know I am not alone, and my love for my daughter and family will get me through those tough times. On the flip side, there are also many days where I find myself so overjoyed and full of love, that I could almost burst from it. Look at how lucky I am!

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I have mentioned lately how overwhelmed I have been feeling, with the new baby coming and trying to juggle a toddler as well. There are so many different emotions attached to this time in my life, and some of them came to a head this past weekend. I have been trying to cross things off my list of ‘things to do’, relax while my body prepairs for this baby to come, and enjoy my little family in the last few weeks that it is just us. Seems easy, right?

Well. Marley is 3.5 years old, and as lucky as we have been to have her be so easy going and laid back, she still has her moments that completely frustrate me. Take for example, her newest phase: crying. I’m not talking temper-tantrum, screaming “I hate you” kind of crying. I am talking “you have broken my heart and I can never look at you the same way again.” crying. Lately, any time she is told that no, she can not have/do a certain thing, her little lower lip quivers, her eyes slowly fill up with tears and the complete lost puppy look comes across her face. Sometimes she will hide in a corner or behind something, but the message is always clear: you just absolutely broke her heart. She is not mad, oh no, it’s worse than that. It’s like you have DISAPPOINTED her, and she can’t believe it. Do you remember the first time you felt that from your parent’s? YA, not fun!

It’s been horribly heart breaking, because how do you put a stop to that gem? She is not exactly acting out, but it’s not the kind of behavior she should be exhibiting either. We want her to be able to talk to us, deal with her emotions and explain how she feels, not to just cry and feel heartbroken. The cherry on top? When you try to say “Mummy and Daddy said no cookies for breakfast, you know that is not allowed.” and she responds with the hurt-cry and a “But I just LOVE cookies Mummy.”. You may now push me over with a feather, because it’s just too much cuteness at times. How do you even deal with that?!

So we have been trying to talk her through these episodes, and when that is not working, I am giving her a quiet time-out to think about it and come back to me and talk about it. She has to learn that the answer to getting what she wants is not to cry. It’s been a fun process, but one I really want to try and complete before the baby comes. Last thing I want is a crying newborn and a heart-broken-over-everything toddler. NO THANKS.

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So this weekend I was folding laundry in my bedroom, while Marley played around me and ‘helped’, I had some music turned on and told Marley that she could watch one of her shows once we were done with the laundry and she had cleaned up her mess. Well. THAT did not go over well and the tears started almost instantly. Again I explained to her that she could absolutely watch a show, she just had to be a good girl and be patient, we were almost done and crying was not going to get her anywhere.

More crying.

So I scooped her up, brought her to her room and sat her down on he chair with a few books, told her that now she was going to have some quiet time and relax a little.

Even more crying.

Now I was just annoyed, so I left her to it and went back into my room to finish folding clothes. Yes, I felt horrible, because it was such a small thing, but she has to learn the rules! I had to stick to my guns on this, and it was not going to be easy. Then the guilt started creeping in on me: she gives us next to no trouble normally, if this is the worst we deal with, maybe I should relax a little.

Then another little thought creeped into my head; one I had been warned about, but I still wasn’t expecting. This was our last few weeks as just Marley and Mummy, her last few weeks as my only baby, her last few weeks as a only child. Oh my goodness, what am I doing to the poor girl?!

Then I was crying. No, let me rephrase that; I was sobbing. I had to sit on my bed for a few minutes to allow these racking sobs to escape my body. What was going on?! As much as I tried, there would never be these moments between us again, she was going to grow up so much in these next few weeks, and not even realize it.

I could still hear her little crying next door, and it made me feel even worse.

I quickly went into her room, scooped her up and sat on the floor with her, hugging her tightly as I continued to cry and cry. Pretty sure I shocked her a bit, as she leaned back and we looked into each other tear-stained faces, a little startled. “You are crying too, Mummy.” and she wiped my face with her pudgy little toddler hand. I explained to her that I was sorry, and I was not trying to be mean. I love her very much and she is always, always going to be my little girl. Even when she is bigger than I am. I told her I needed her to help me be a good Mummy, and that I am not always right, but I try really hard. She hugged me and told me she loved me and can we please just snuggle a little? Of course, peanut.

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So we both got it out of our systems, I gave into the emotions I didnt realize I had been holding onto and allowed myself to feel them and ride them out. It was quite therapeutic in many ways, and reaffirmed this beautiful bond that I have with Marley, and will continue to have, no matter what. Time will not change that, new siblings will not change that, and me trying to discipline her will not change that.

That afternoon, I felt a million different emotions, went through a million different moments, and came out on the other side a little drained, but feeling clearer and even more thankful for my dear, sweet, little girl. As a Mum, we go through so many of these moments, not always willing to admit and talk about the not-so great ones. The ones that bring us to our knees when we least expect it, the ones that force us to grow as a person a little bit more, the ones that make us human.

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I am not entirely sure that I would have shared these feelings, had it not been for the Fisher Price Million Moments campaign, and that is the honest truth. We are so very quick to post the beautiful, happy, brag-worthy moments in our lives, which we should be! But why do we shy away so much from publicly saying “this day was hard” or “My toddler is bringing me to my breaking point today” or simply saying “I need some help”? Absolutely celebrate the awesome, beautiful moments in our lives, but don’t be afraid to give in to the not so great, emotional ones.

I encourage you to head over to the Fisher Price Million Moments contest page and check out the submissions, and even enter a few of your own. There are some really great prizes (up to a $200 value!) and a lot of beautiful and honest stories being told.

Disclosure – I am participating in the Million Moments of Joy Blogger Campaign by Mom Central Canada on behalf of Fisher-Price. I received compensation as a thank you for participating and for sharing my honest opinion. The opinions on this blog are my own.

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Toddlers have gross hands

This probably is not news to you, but the germs that can take up residence on my child’s hands at any given moment of the day is terrifying. Jason and I decided early on that we did not want to be the parents that were constantly wiping their kids down with hand sanitizer/wipes, after all a few germs are ok, right? We keep Marley as clean as possible, remind her to wash her hands throughout the day and keep her hands away from her mouth. Unfortunately, this isn’t always easy to do, she is 3.5 years old after-all.

In the battle the keep the germs at bay, we have tried all sorts of methods to make hand-washing fun, and something she will remember to do on her own. Princess soap. fun colors and scents, but it’s still a battle some days.

I was approached by Mom Central Canada, to see if we wanted to participate in a contest that Lysol Canada is holding on their Facebook page, and I knew it was something we should try out. Have you seen the Lysol no-touch hand soap system? It’s similar to what you may see in a public restroom, a soap dispenser with a built in sensor to dispense the right amount of soap. No more grimy, dirty soap bottles. Plus, for a toddler, that’s a bit of a cool novelty, right? PERFECT!

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Lysol is asking their fans to get their kids involved in the battle against germs, and are asking them to decorate their no-touch hand soap dispenser in any way they want. Go nuts, have fun with it and let your creative side come through!

Marley and I received the no-touch hand soap system in silver, and Marley wanted to put sparkly flowers all over it. We had decided to place it in our main floor powder room, to keep it accessible for Marley when she needed it. We headed to our local dollar store, and Marley picked out some white flowers and sparkly ‘diamonds’ that she loved.

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Once home, we set up our craft mat, I warmed up my hot-glue gun and we got ready to pretty-up the soap dispenser. Marley loved putting together the flowers, and helping me place them on the machine. She was chattering non-stop about how this was going to be her super special beautiful soap, to make sure her hands are clean all the time. There was a lot of hand gesturing involved, she’s a hand talker, this one.

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Once completed, not only was Marley so excited, but I was happy to have a hopeful solution to teaching her proper hygiene. I encourage my Canadian reader to head over to Lysol Canada’s Facebook page, check out the rules of the contest, download a $5 off coupon, and get your kids decorating! Lysol will be giving away mini tablets to winners, with chances to win every day! Good luck!

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Disclosure – I am participating in the Kid Who Touches Everything blog tour by Mom Central Canada on behalf of Lysol. I received compensation as a thank you for participating and for sharing my honest opinion. The opinions on this blog are my own.

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Keeping Up

My current view: a kitchen counter full of dirty dishes, a fully loaded clean dishwasher, a toy-strewn living room, a dog hair covered floor, smudged windows and 3 loads of laundry that need to be folded and put away.

That’s literally just from where I am sitting, in my kitchen.

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I’m struggling a little bit right now, trying to figure out how to keep up to the everyday going-ons of a household, enjoy my final few weeks with just Marley and I, rest my oh so tired pregnant body, spend quality time with my husband, and address the things that need to be done before the baby arrives.

Overwhelmed is a understatement. My body not only hurts, but it’s at a point now where few things are comfortable. Have you ever tried to explain to a 3 year old that you can’t get down on the ground and play dollhouse with her? It’s similar to feeling like the worst human being ever. I am torn between listening to my body and Dr’s orders, and keeping my child happy and my house from turning into a disgusting black hole of mess and clutter. None of which are good for me, emotionally and physically. I simply can not relax or be happy when my house is in total disarray. Of course I can handle a normal amount of chaos, I am not superhuman, but I am a much happier person when things are at least mostly in shape.

Jason has stepped up and been helping out a ton, but the fact is, he still works 40+ hours a week, while I am home all day. There is only so much he can do to help, in the time he has. I try not to nag and pile everything on him, or get frustrated when he doesn’t do something the way I would. But, you know, it happens. We have been pretty diligent with teaching Marley to pick up after herself, and take responsibility for her toys, which has been helpful. I’m even more on top of her now, about picking up here things, and putting them back in the playroom. I don’t know about you guys, but I’m fairly sure I gave birth to a tiny hoarder. The little tiny, inconsequential items she collects and plays with, blow my mind. She has a playroom FULL of toys, but give her a handful of change, a rubber elastic, a bowl, a wooden spoon and a rag? She will keep herself content for an extended period of time, which is awesome, but also means there is a constant littering of random little trinkets all over our house that have no real home. Maddening for someone with my level of OCD, because WHERE DO I PUT THESE THINGS?!

I am trying my hardest. Most days. Other days, I can’t muster the energy or will to even begin. Sometimes a clean load of laundry sits in the basket, waiting to be folded and put away, for a day or three. Some nights we go to bed with the dishwasher waiting to be unloaded, and our sink full of dirty dishes. I am trying to learn to be ok with this, because it’s either that or go crazy trying to keep everything the way I used to be able to. The reality check is simple: our lives are about to be turned around again, schedules will be out the door, there won’t always be time or the energy to keep things perfect. This new little baby is going to require most of my attention, and he deserves that. I have to learn to let it go, know it’s not the end of the world, learn to relax within the chaos of a home filled with my beautiful family. One thing on a time, and just like Dory says “Just keep swimming, just keep swimming, just keep swimming.”

Sometimes, it’s just easier and better for all involved, to look around and survey my surroundings, have a internal freak out, shrug and sit on my couch. You know what? I’m learning that that’s ok.

 

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Sleeping In Style – The Children’s Place Spring 2013

I recently had The Children’s Place reach out to me, asking if Marley and I would like to participate in the launch of their spring 2013 line, specifically the sleepwear. If you have been reading for a bit, you know that Marley is a bit of a fashionista, the girl loves her clothes. She comes by it naturally *ahem*.

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So who was I to turn down the fun opportunity to check out some cute and affordable kids clothes?! Marley and I headed to our local The Children’s Place, and sure as a heat seeking missile, Marley bee-lined towards all the cute baby girl (0-3 all the way up to 4T) sleepwear section. The object of her quick and intense desire?

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See that mermaid nightgown? She was DETERMINED to get that down, and before I could even reach her, she had asked the sales girl to help her. I had to laugh, because, seriously? I checked out the nightgown, I was also smitten with the cute design, neither too baby-ish or too grown up for a little 3 year old. There are cute ruffle details, a modest length and a quality feel to the fabric. The kicker for me, was spotting the bright yellow tag that is attached to each sleepwear garment, which states the following:

“For child’s safety, garment should fit snugly. This garment is not flame resistant. Loose-fitting garment is more likely to catch fire.”

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What does that mean? That means that The Children’s Place has taken the precaution and care not to treat your child’s sleepwear with extra, not necessary, chemicals to fire-proof them. I have been saddened to see many companies lately, doing this, so I was pleasantly surprised to learn that The Children’s Place does not practice this with their clothing.

We checked out the other styles that were on display, a cute array of  styles, fits and designs that I felt would please just about any little girl. As if I needed any more confirmation of that, Marley was ‘ooooohhhh’ and ‘ahhhhhhh’-ing over pretty much all of them. Her eyes landed on another very cute set, this one a 3 piece set that included a matching scrunchie. I mean, COME ON HOW CUTE IS THAT? So we picked up that one as well, since little Miss Marley is quickly growing out of almost all of her clothing.

As we were making our way to the counter to pay for her new jammies, Marley stopped and pulled me over to the baby boy section. What about baby brother? He will need new jammies too, right? So I let Marley pick out a (insanely) cute pair for her soon-to-be brother, as well. There is a little bear on the bum and they couldn’t be cuter if they tried.

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OK! New jammies in hand, let’s head to the cash register and pay for these, preferably before Marley rips off the tags and pulls this mermaid nightgown over her existing clothes. She was that exited about them.

But then this caught my eye:

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I couldn’t NOT buy it, right? So I did. Then I put mental blinders on, as we exited the store, forcing myself not to look too closely at all the adorable spring clothing that was neatly and brightly displayed all over the store.

We arrived home, and Marley was quick to finish her supper and pull us upstairs for bath time, which ultimately meant NEW JAMMIE TIME.

Obviously.

She was practically vibrating with excitement over this mermaid nightgown, I can’t tell you how cute it was. Ok, it was really cute. I got her all dried off, pulled the new nightgown over her head, and added a pair of sparkly pink leggings (that are also from The Children’s Place!), to make sure she was warm enough. It’s still winter here, snowing as we were getting ready for bed, which I am so sick of BTW.

Marley’s next request: Could I please braid her hair, so that in the morning she would have wavy hair just like her new mermaid friend? The end result was a very happy, proud and pleased Marley, snuggled cozily, safely and stylishly in her bed.

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Thanks to The Children’s Place for reaching out to us to try out their products. While they did provide us with the means to purchase the items, the views and opinions are purely our own.

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