Fairy Tale Boobs

I have never been a big boob girl. I think mine could have best been described as Goldilocks boobs. Not to big and not too small, they were just right. Since having Jackson and still breastfeeding I guess you would say that they are bigger than they used to be. This of course is pretty oblivious to me mind you. I think I have body dis morphia. I honestly don't think I look the way I actually look. I never thought my body changed that much during pregnancy and then I would catch a peripheral glimpse of myself in the mirror and get smacked upside the head with how I actually looked. Same thing now, I assume I look the same way I did pre-pregnancy. Apparently I don't.

My sister is getting married at the end of the month and tonight was the first night I tried on the bridesmaid dress. BAM! hello girls, will you please try and behave yourselves and stay in the dress please. I'm seriously hoping that A) I can find some sort of under garment to rein these ladies in and B) Jack doesn't get sight of me at the wedding and decide to claw my dress down.

Needless to say I'm terrified to try on my bikini!!

9 Month Well Visit

Yesterday was Jackson's first trip to the doctor in a while (knock on wood). I brought him in for his 9 month well visit. I have to admit I felt a little fish out of water because this was also our first foray into the Canadian Healthcare system.

Everything checked out great! Jackson weighs 21 lbs 8 oz and is 29 inches long. Around the 75 percentile for both. He was a real trooper when getting his immunization and flu shots. He only cried a little and was soon smiling again. It honestly was a pretty uneventful trip.

We won't be covered by Ontario health insurance until December so I was prepared to pay a bunch of money for this visit. I know what it's like going to doctor's offices and signing a credit card receipt for hundreds if not thousands of dollars because of insurance not covering. So you can only imagine my shock when the TOTAL bill came to $50.10!!

So in celebration I got a coffee and Jackson got a Mum Mum for the train ride home.

Happy faces!!

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Halloween

Apparently I need some motivation to blog, October's posts were very lackluster. So, in order to get my ass in gear I'm signing up for NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month). For those who don't know this basically means I will be posting an entry everyday for the month of November. If this doesn't get me back in the posting habit nothing will.

We had a great Halloween weekend! Full of new friends and fun activities. Jackson was a ferocious Tiger, RAWR!!!



On Saturday we went to Boo at the Zoo with the babies/kids from J and DZ and Other-Motherhood. Everyone had a great time. All the kids were dressed up and so cute! I think it's hilarious that we went to the zoo and Jackson's favorite thing to see was the fish.

Jackson and Sadie

Then on the BIG DAY (aka Halloween), we were invited by the ladies of 2 Girls in Love to meet up with some of their friends and go Trick or Treating. We had a great first Halloween in Toronto and made some great memories. It was fun to see their little guy Jackson (yes, his name is Jackson too. It's only the coolest name on the planet!), who is a little over a year older than Jack toddle up to the houses with his candy sack. I kept thinking that next year Jack would be doing that and it seems unbelievable. Jack was a real trooper staying out past his normal bedtime and going from door-to door. He even scored Mama some candy!


We have been so fortunate to have met so many great people through our blog. They've really made our move to Toronto so much easier. Thanks ladies!!

Holy Hell

Jackson has been pulling himself up onto everything for about a month now. He reaches his arms so high, grips his tiny little fingers onto anything he can get a hold of and then using all of his power pops himself up onto two legs. We are so proud of him and you can see he is so proud of himself.

Lately this major milestone has become a major nightmare. Bedtime used to be something I enjoyed, it would be our time to snuggle while he nursed and I read to him. He would slowly get tired and I'd put him in his crib with a goodnight kiss. Sure, there were nights where he would fuss for 10min or so but he would eventually fall asleep.

This past week everything has changed. During our quiet time before bed he seems agitated, not really feeding, kicking, grunting, the whole deal. I eventually put him in his crib and he pops up right away and stands in his crib rubbing his eyes and crying. I leave the room and his crying only escalates into blood curdling screams. I leave him in there for a few minutes and when I go back I find him still standing, with tears and snot running down his face. I lay him down again, try patting his back, sushing, the whole deal but nothing seems to work. And God forbid I actually pick him up because then he really loses it, screaming and throwing himself backwards, pushing away from me. Bedtime has now extended into an hour and a half ordeal. So far it's ended with me nursing him again which gets him to settle down and become calmer. He'll do a full feeding and I can even put him back in his crib where he falls asleep.

Along with this, he's not sleeping well anymore, waking multiple times throughout the night. Amy and I are both exhausted and I'm at my wits end. I feel so bad for him and nothing I do offers him any comfort. I'm hoping that he's just teething and that this ends soon.

So please raise your hand if you're being an absolute terror at bedtime!

Hoarders

Have you ever watched that TV show Hoarders? The one where people let their stuff pile up and up and up to the point where they're nearly drowning in it and then are paralyzed to do anything about it. That's how I feel about this blog. There have been countless times where I've wanted to make an entry, then didn't and now I'm all full up in my head with posts. It's gotten so overwhelming that I did what I felt was the easiest thing to do...nothing. But as all hoarders know this is not the answer because things continue to build and eventually you become that person who's body is found under their mountain of junk. (True story: http://www.newser.com/story/99215/missing-woman-found-dead-buried-under-junk-in-home.html)

So I have decided to slowly declutter my brain and clean out my head of posts. I'll leave the downer posts until later because two crappy posts in a row would turn even the sunniest of personalities sour. So happy times it is and what has been bringing a smile to our face during all our upheaval? JACKSON!

We have finally found a daycare for Mr. Jackson. He's been going part time 3 days a week for a couple weeks now. It's given me the chance to get the house in order and to be able to focus 100% on my work. Finding daycare up here is so damn difficult. Because maternity leave is 52 weeks, I guess their isn't a huge need for infant care. Add to that we wanted to send him somewhere licensed and add to that a large percentage of facilities have to take a certain number of subsidy kids we were starting to freak out at the limited number of choices.

Thankfully a couple blog readers stepped up with recommendations and we couldn't be happier. Because he's 8 months old, he's the baby of the baby class with the rest of the kiddos being between 12-18 months. So, he gets extra cuddles from all the teachers. Needless to say we love the place, they love Jack AND they have WEBCAM!! WIN, WIN, WIN! So after writing this I think it only fair that I be honest and say that maybe not 100% of my focus is work when he's a daycare. How can you not obsessively look at this?

Before you ask. Yes there are teachers and other kids in the room :)I just didn't feel right about taking a picture of them without permission/approval. He's having a blast and bring home craft projects and new skills like pulling himself up on things (which will be a topic of a whole other post).

Whew! That was a bit of a long post. Thanks for baring with me on that one. I promise to post soon and to not let my head get so buried in thoughts again.