Baby, Daily Life, family


I can’t believe it’s already time for me to write this post. Two years ago, at 5:04am, my whole world was born.


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He was stubborn. He didn’t want to leave his comfy home. It was 31 hours of labour, 17 of which was intense active back labour, and 5 hours of pushing. Finally, my big boy was born via escape hatch at 9lbs1oz.



Two years. How is this possible?


32.5lbs, 38.2″ tall.

  • Diaper Size: Pampers Cruisers 6
  • Clothing Size: 3T, squeezing into some of the bigger 2T stuff
  • Nicknames: Monkey, Baby, Little Man, Stinker, Turd.
  • Teeth: All of them, though the molars are still coming through (they keep poking out, and then receding, the jerks)
  • Had a long hard winter, including several bad colds, and a few trips to CHEO
  • Loves to dance, jump, run and spin
  • Is finally starting to talk. He doesn’t use sentences very often, but that’s ok.
  • Still loves antagonizing the animals.
  • We hang out with his best buds Gus and Wesley about once a week.
  • Very picky about his food! Chicken nuggets, bananas and french fries are his favourites
  • Is still nursing frequently
  • Loves making art. Painting is his favourite, though he loves using window markers on the patio doors too
  • Can’t get enough fresh air. Stomping in puddles is the best.
  • Is a young chef in training – Loves to help me cook.
  • Is finally starting to sleep better.
  • Loves giving kisses and hugs.
  • Loves watching kids movies, so long as they are animated and have talking animals.
  • Bubbles make him happier than anything else in the world
  • Terrible Twos in full force.

I can’t believe how grown up Liam seems these days. He has such a wonderful personality. He feels so strongly and loves spending time with us and his friends. He is such a little dude now! It’s a joy to see him interact with his friends and have them run off and play independently (He and Gus playing “nap time” is truly the cutest thing ever). He is incredibly polite and will often sign please and say thank you without prompting. He finally called Pat “Daddy” and me “Ma” (until recently, we were both Ma). He loves drumming and making music. He sings, he speaks to the animals, and he loves it when we have a busy day ahead. He’s down to one nap in the afternoon (usually b/w 11-1).

I have never been more in love, or felt more pride than I do for my monkey. I am thankful that I am able to stay home with him during the day and be a part of his growth and learning. Love you, little man. You are our everything.

Baby, Daily Life

I was that Mom

It started innocently enough. My little guy had a good nap and I had some jogging pants to return, so I figured we’d have an afternoon out at the Kanata Target. I got us ready, loaded into the car and off we went. Liam seemed in a good mood. I strapped him into my Tula at the store, but quickly transferred him to the cart at his request. We did some shopping and found some great deals (All Btoys are on sale for incredibly low prices). I picked up a couple groceries and then Liam started to get bored.

I stayed calm and I kept him engaged for the most part. We tried walking, we tried babywearing, we tried the cart. Eventually, I became that Mom. I had a screaming toddler who was lashing out at me physically. By the end of the trip, I was exhausted. My hair, so recently cut and made beautiful, was frizzy and all over my face. I was sweaty, and my clothes were disheveled from toddler wrangling.


I remember a time before I became a mother where I wouldn’t leave the house without make up. I was horrified at the idea of looking less than my best in the public eye. I couldn’t imagine being the mom with the tantruming child. I would have better control of my kids, oh yeah.

My kid is not a robot. I don’t bark commands that he blindly follows. He’s a learning and growing child, who is just beginning to deal with his emotions. I am fine with that. I mean, it’s exhausting and annoying, especially when it happens in public, but it doesn’t defeat or shame me. (I also accept that my child is a child and will be a child in public) I could give two craps about my hair or my clothes after an incident like that. I’m primarily concerned with Liam being ok, calm and safe. I was surprised by some of the looks though. That I clearly came out to this mall simply with the plan of annoying these people with my unruly child. Then there were the looks at my carrier. I heard one woman say to her friend that it was no wonder my child was unhappy, as I was forcing him to stay attached to me. How selfish I must be. How would he ever learn to walk?

Luckily, there were some amazing people who made up for it. One man helped me with my groceries and the doors. One man made my son laugh and was kind to me. Another man smiled and complimented me on my carrier.

The point of this rambling is that I realize how much I’ve changed and that I am going to do my best to be supportive when next I come across that Mom or Dad who is in that spot. Today, I was that mom. I was harried, tired and doing the best I could. A smile and a kind word made all the difference for me.

I now have some tea, a hearty cheesy pasta dinner and a great article to read before I break out the knitting. Liam is curled up on the floor playing “Vet” for some stuffies. It’s been a long day, but a good one.