Thursday, June 23, 2011

Do I smell like puke?

I wish that after every time I fly with Liv I didn't have a story to share, but the trend continues. Nothing is ever smooth sailing with Liv and I. We like to keep things interesting.

Our first flight to Toronto was, like I said yesterday, 3 1/2 hours. I was worried about this because that's a long time to keep Liv sitting still. All went off without a hitch. I finagled an extra seat for us and Liv slept for the first hour of the flight and then happily watched a few princess movies. Everything seemed fined until our descent...

I don't even know how it happened, all I know is I looked down and saw Liv "spitting up" on me...and then I thought to myself, well you are almost 2 years old, so I guess you don't spit up anymore, and then came the 2nd puke followed by the 3rd puke and I just sat there horrified by the smell and by the mess that was COVERING us.

I immediately took off Liv's long-sleeve shirt, my sweatshirt, took away her blankie away and wiped her down as best I could. We were 10 feet from the ground so nobody could help me until we landed and the only help I received was a plastic bag to put our pukey clothes in. We looked a wreck and as I'm trying to de-board the plane with Liv, a diaper bag, over-sized tote,  Liv's friggin' princess suitcase, and our extra plastic bag of puke clothes...The irritating flight attendant warns me more than once about the step down from the plane and how Liv might have problems. I looked at her with my arms full and in my mind I said "Maybe you could shut up and help my daughter down because as you can see my arms are full and we are full of PUKE!"...but I am a lady and I didn't say that. I reallyyyy thought it though. I need to add that while I am struggling to get off the plane, Liv is complaining and dawdling because she wants her damn blankie out of the plastic bag and in her hand, seriously kiddo?

The drama continued because we only had 20 minutes to get to our next terminal, which was in the middle of nowhere with no shirts for kids and I thought it would be evil to get myself a change of clothes and not Liv.

In the end, I'm going to chalk it up to some motion sickness and how hot we get sitting in our take-off and landing position (seriously doesn't anybody else sweat to death like that?). It was miserable...I can honestly say it was the worst flight I've ever had.

Liv seemed fine after...puke covered (even in her hair) and all. She continued her day talking, singing, and dancing. I continued mine trying to apologize to everyone we sat next to.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

on the road again...

Or should I say, in the air again?

Either we go again! I'm trying my best to not get as stressed as I usually do. We leave Thursday at 6am, so I'm hoping that the disrupted sleep will help Liv to sleep for most of our first flight...which is 3.5 hours long! Gah, thats a long flight for a nearly 2 year old. I will have our usual arsenal of snacks, movies, and new coloring books to keep my little monster entertained.

Tips that I've learned when travelling with an under 2 year old:
-When packing, pack outfits that can be mismatched

-Bring enough diapers for a day and a half-ish...don't waste suitcase space, buy some when you get to your destination.

-Portable DVD players are my savior.

-Essential sleep items are needed on the plane (for liv, pillow, blankie, sucky).

-We have never paid for Liv to have her own seat, but I always ask the gate attendant if there is an extra seat and they usually finagle something for us (bc really, nobody wants to sit next to a baby if they don't have to).

-Always bring your stroller, we don't even use it anymore for Liv to ride in at the airport...but we do put all of our carry-on's in it so I don't have to lug them around.

-I try to bring a large variety of snacks (some new ones that I know she will like).

-I always dress Liv in layers because during landing and take-off (which is when she usually falls asleep), she gets so hot and sweaty because she has to face me on my lap.

-Stay relaxed. I'm so not the person to give advice on this because I'm usually a frazzled mess, but I try to stay relaxed at least on the flight.

-Always bring something to drink that can be closed tightly because if you don't get an extra seat, there is no way your drink cup is not going to get knocked over by your squirmy child.

-And last but not least, something to read for if and when your child naps and you try not to move an inch because man its a long flight and if they could just sleep for half of it, everything would be much more manageable!

Well, wish us luck! Packing is almost finished (this is a record for me) and we are ready to roll!

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Father's Day pt. 2

I was going to post about Pat in my last post, but I decided he deserved a post all to himself. When Pat became a father, it was unexpected. We had been together for 5 years and even though that seems like a long time, we weren't planning on getting married or having a baby at that time.  Along came Liv, and life's way of saying "you thought you knew what you were getting, but you had no idea what I had in store for you!".

This was the first year we have all been together as a family. Many of Pat's friends probably think it seems quite weird and impossible that Pat has an almost two year old. They don't really know him anymore, because he has had to change a lot. Pat has stepped up and he became the Dad I knew he would be. He loved Liv the minute she came into this world. Pat had to give up hockey. He will say that he got what he wanted out of it (he received his Bachelor's and MBA for free!), I am very proud of him for that, but I think if our lives had been in a different place, he would have liked to stay in Belfast to play a little while longer.

Instead, he came home and immediately set out to make us a life here. He has been taking care of us ever since. When we were at University, I would say to him "I have high expectations for you and you are slowly but surely meeting them". I think I can confidently say now that he has met my expectations because there is nothing better than seeing your husband love your daughter more than he could love anybody else.

So, Thank you Pat. Liv and I Love you and.....Happy Father's Day! (I won't be making you breakfast because you don't even like breakfast, but maybe I'll make you dinner :).

Father's Day pt. 1

My real Dad has never been a "real" part of my life. I know that a lot of people can say this and its not an uncommon occurrence. I can say though, that I have never missed out on having a real Dad.

 My Dad's name is Jody. My mom re-married when my sister and I were 6 or 7. He was a huge part of our lives way before that though. I never understood the significance of how a man who had never had children could love my sister and I like Jody did. There was no hesitation and I always knew that he loved me and considered us his own. I now understand because I have a child of my own. I think that it shows the kind of person he is. He loved my mom so much that he loved us too. It proves that blood doesn't make a family and as my friend so eloquently quoted on facebook today "anyone can be a father but it takes someone special to be a dad".

I have never called Jody "Dad", but I think and hope he knows that Dani and I have never thought of him as anything different. Now not only is Jody my Dad, but he is Liv's "papa". Thank you Jody for being my wonderful Dad, but also for being Liv's amazing Papa. I love you Jody!

Wednesday, June 15, 2011


It's safe to say that I'm a non-traditional type. I'm not sure when this rebellion started, but I have been fighting against tradition for quite some time now. I like to chalk it up to my straight laced k-12 years. I was the epitome of a goody-good. I didn't have a sip of alcohol until I was 18 years old. I enrolled in a local University after Highschool and didn't apply anywhere else because I had a boyfriend and that's what you were "supposed" to do. I also joined the cross-country track team which didn't last long and was the beginning of my changed life. I followed that bold move up with breaking up with my boyfriend of four years and enrolling in a University that wasn't in my hometown.

That one decision single handedly wrote the story of my life up to now. I met my husband there. Now this is where things get scandalous, so pay close attention to the sequence of events: I dated him for 5 years, got pregnant (2008), gave birth the best part of our lives (2009), Pat moved to Belfast for a year, moved to Calgary and got married (2010), and now we are having a reception in my hometown in July!

We did all of this before we even owned a home. Is that weird? It doesn't really feel weird, but I think some people might think its a bit backwards. I don't regret any of it because obviously I wouldn't have my family if things hadn't gone the way they had. I'm not saying traditional isn't great. I think traditional and non-traditional both have a place in this world.

If I ever have any doubt about my non-traditional ways, I just take a glance at my daughter because she's anything but traditional...
enough said.

Sunday, June 12, 2011

baby shower

This is a little late, but Sunday the 5th, we threw a baby shower for my Sister In Law, Leslie. She is almost 8 months pregnant and is due August 4th. I am so excited to meet my nephew. There were a lot of girls that pitched in to make the shower a success and it didn't hurt that it was BEAUTIFUL. Honestly, we couldn't have picked a better day. It was perfect because we were hoping to keep everyone outside. Everyone was so generous and Leslie walked away with almost everything she needed and more.

drink table.


baby shower fun. Les is thrilled :).

The belle of the ball.


Leslie had lots of help opening her gifts.

Monday, June 6, 2011

22 Months

Another month gone by...I am currently drinking coffee and watching "be be beast", which is clearly beauty and the beast, for the umpteenth time. We watch princess shows every day. Because, "pincesses" are Liv's new favorite thing everr.

Liv requests princesses every morning and the way she says it is too cute to deny her. She drops the 'r' and sometimes adds a few 's" to the end, ex. "pincesseseseses". Her dad had to go and buy her 2 more pairs of princess pajamas because she wants to wear them to bed every night. Every. Single. Night. God forbid I change her diaper and take her princess pj pants off, because that is just wrong in her eyes.

She also loves to talk on the phone, especially with gaga, auntie Dani, or Pat if he's not here. Skyping has become more fun too. She used to not want anything to do with it, but now she gets excited to talk to all of our family.

Liv is extremely bossy. She tells us to sit all the time...this phrase is not reserved for only the dogs, its for everyone. She likes to say "no dada, no, bad dada". I like to think of it in a positive way, I spin her bossiness to mean that she knows what she wants and goes after it...she's clearly very ambitious. I clearly should have went into public relations.

She has also started to play so much nicer with other kids. Which thrills me because I am so that mom that gets glares from other moms because my kid doesn't like anyone to get in her way or play with a toy that she possibly had her eye on. Her hugs also used to resemble wrestling moves. She is getting it now though. For the most part, she will listen to me when I tell her to wait her turn or that she has to share. She may not like it very much, but she does it and thats all that matters.

It definitely gets easier. Liv is easier to reason with and is learning how to act like a little human being and not so much a caveman. I am starting to feel like I can have another baby. Not saying that this will happen soon, but I can confidently say in a year or so we will try to have another baby.

we spend lots of time at the park.

we try to let liv be as independent as possible...but the worrier side of me has issues.

hello liv.

loves to walk lily.

we go on lots of walks too.

not happy about getting her picture taken with mom.

hello husband.