Mundane Ramblings

I was sifting through some old emails last night that I had archived and came upon this little gem that I sent out to a chosen few back when I was carrying Quinn. It made me laugh to remember exactly how in tune I was to what people said, did, and how they acted around me. Enjoy.
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Nicole Vallentyne wrote:
So…
It would seem that yesterday and today mark the dawn of a new phase in pregnancy, and quite frankly, my least favourite.  This new phase I will refer to as gigantism.  Let me give you a few examples of how I am aware I have hit this particular phase.

Yesterday I am all set to leave the house and pick up Jordynn on the corner from the bus.  On my way I run into a neighbour that I haven’t seen in a few weeks.  Upon seeing me he says, “WHOA-HO!   When are you due?” To which I reply, “About 2 weeks.”  The conversation is ended with him wishing me luck.  Luck how I wonder?

Not even five minutes pass when I see my other neighbour Louise, who says upon seeing me, “OH MY GOD NIKKI!YOUR STOMACH IS SOOO BIG!  You look like you’re going to explode.  That is a big baby.  Oh you poor dear.”

Thanks a million!

So then we have today to reinforce any doubt I may have had about entering this new phase.  Court and I go out for lunch, and I return from a restroom trip only to find many individuals unabashedly staring at me.  Not staring at me in that adoring way of saying,   “Oh, how wonderful.  She’s carrying a new life within.”  Oh no, it’s more like a gawking   “Good Heavens!”   kind of look.

Again, thanks a million!

To top it all off though, and this one really takes the friggin’ cake; I go into Bouclair today to pick up some material for a project I’m working on for Jordy’s room.  To make a long story short, I had some material put aside from another store I was at in order to get all that I needed.  As soon as I walk in, I quietly ask a lady at the cutting counter, “Excuse me, do you have a washroom?”

To which she yells at another worker at the other end of the store, “CAN YOU TAKE HER TO THE BATHROOM, SHE NEEDS TO GO!”

Great.  So this other girl sees me (somehow) and says, “Are you the lady here for the white eyelet?”

I naively say, “Yes, how did you know?”

She replies, “Fern called and said that you were pregnant and big, and that I couldn’t miss you.”

All I could do was smile, and walk up to her and say, “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE WHO ABSENTMINDEDLY FLAP YOUR CAKEHOLES AT WOMEN IN THE GIGANTISM PHASE OF PREGNANCY?!?!?!?!!??”

…Unfortunately, that is NOT the correct ending of the story, however it is fun to fantasize about.  All is correct except the last sentence where I actually responded, “Great.”

I pity the poor bastard that says one more thing to me today about my gigantism condition.  I swear to God I’ll go hormonal.

That is all.  Thanks for allowing me that little rant.
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Well after reading Court’s blog about no content for a while, y’know what with that whole work thing getting in the way, I thought I would take a minute to contribute one of my rare posts. Now, let’s see what EVER would I post about? …Right.  Kids of course.

Here is a little taste of the young sweetness that I’m gratefully surrounded by.

Let’s start with our little ham Cael:

Cael and I were talking and cuddling and he decided after a while that he wanted to head downstairs and play with some toys while I folded laundry.  Before going downstairs he paused on the top step towards the basement and says, “I love you forever mom.”

To which I reply, “I love you forever too, Little Man.”

“No like I REALLY love you, like forever and ever when we are dead and in our Heaven Suits!”

Kay, so now I’m REALLY curious.  I have to find out more about this.  So I say, “Heaven Suits huh?  What do our heaven suits look like?”

Cael looks at me like ‘Are you kidding me?’ and says, “Y’know, they’re like blue dresses and we have that circle thing on our heads.”

What can  I say at this point, I should have known what this heaven suit looks like obviously, seems that everyone does according to Cael.  So I simply replied, “Oh, of course.  I love you in my heaven suit too.”

Then there is Quinn:

Quinn is a more serious sort.  Not too serious, just a “one mood” kind of guy.  He’s so easy going and takes everything in stride.  He loves to be loved up, and expresses himself conservatively, which is a bit of a contrast to his exuberant younger brother.  When he does throw you a bone though (and it happens often), you definitely know he means it and wants you to know how he feels.  So with that in mind, I’ll share with you the bone he threw me recently.  He was in bed one night and I was tucking him in .  I was kissing his face and then proceeded to nibble on his ears while he giggled. Then he says, “Mom, please don’t nibble on my ear.”

He was giggling so I was confused by the request.  “Why do you want me to stop nibbling on your ears Quinn?”

Insert throwing of bone, “Because I can’t hear all the beautiful things you have to say.”

Well guess which one of us turned into a melted puddle.  I’ll give you a hint….not Quinn.  What a doll.

Our sweet and ever growing up Jordy:

Last, but certainly not least, I have to share something about Jordy.  You may recall before how I was mentioning what a big person she is.  Well that continues on a daily basis. I learn from her a lot.  We all do.  She’s got an old soul and a heart of gold.  The thing I guess I’m most grateful for is that she still wants to hang out with Mom sometimes.  We had given her a lot of room with managing her own workload, at her request…and it didn’t go as smoothly as it could have.  She said later, it’s better when we are on her about this stuff.  What kid would say, “yeah, you were right, I need you to help me.”  This kid would.  We are pretty proud of her.  It is March break and she is staying in Cornwall until Thursday.  She asked me before she left, “Mom, can we do something just me and you on Thursday when I get back?”

Music to a mother’s ears to hear her teenager choose to spend quality time with her.

This is one proud mom, signing off for now.  I’ve got some Green Rice Krispies to make and some Shamrock face painting to do!   I love March Break. I can’t wait for summer holidays.

Hey people,

Yeah, the periodic post, after promising I’d be here more often. Whadda-ya-gunna-do? Well summer is here for the most part. That will mean that with the kids home all day everyday, my posts will be even less frequent.

Jordynn’s last day of school will be on the 24th. Quinn’s will be on the 25th and Cael’s last day EVER of preschool will be tomorrow. Littlest man of the house graduates from preschool and prepares to join Quinn at the elementary school in September. He’s looking forward to that as it means a bus ride to school instead of “Mom’s Taxi Service”. I think “Mom’s Taxi Service” (MTS) provides better service but who can really compete with a 4 year olds lust to ride the muggy, metal, yellow tube?

This graduation (of sorts) will be bittersweet for him I imagine seeing as the two loves of his life are not joining him at the same school next year. Me being a dogan means we have the kids in the Catholic system. His girlfriends won’t be at the same school. I’m not sure if he’s figured this out yet or not. Good thing their mom and I have become friends, that way he gets to see them regularly (hopefully!) without having to depend on school.

A little conversation I heard in the back row of the van a week or so ago went something like this:

Q-”Cael, why do your girlfriends always want to play with you?”

C-”Well Quinn, (snicker snicker) they think I can save the world.”

[insert them both having a good yuk over this and through giggling chatter they say]

Q-”But Cael…You CAN’T save the WORLD!!!” (snicker snicker)

C-”YEAH! I KNOW!” (Laugh laugh snicker snicker)

I know for a fact that these girls are smarter than these two chuckleheads give them credit for. This could mean that these girls are well on their way to understanding what it means to feed a man’s ego. God love them!

More later!