I am honestly starting to think that by blogging about our parenting adventures, the universe somehow feels responsible for ensuring that I never lack writing material, because life is truly starting to feel ridiculous. Curve ball, after curve ball, after curve ball. Luckily, I am better suited at catching and handling metaphorical curve balls than … Continue reading #allergymom
I like plans. Plans are my favourite. It means that I know what to expect and can adequately prepare for what’s going to happen. I came from a family of planners, so I come by it honestly. In fact, my sister’s “planniness” has already rubbed off on my three-year-old niece, who has on several occasions, … Continue reading A Change of Plans (x 1000)
I feel unsettled. I feel like any minute, the powers-that-be are going to jump out of the sky and say, “You’ve been punked!”. I feel like we are living in a movie plot line and I am but a helpless character stuck in my home, praying that I am not the next person to turn … Continue reading Unexpected Heart Results and a Real Life "Would you Rather?"
While I’m not hugely superstitious, the fact that Cade’s follow-up appointment with orthopedics was scheduled on a “Friday the 13th” always felt a bit ominous. Since we were made privy to the fact that Cade is missing bones in his foot, Lyndon and I knew that the treatment plan and prognosis may be different than … Continue reading Will He Walk? – Our Little “CHAMP”
In hindsight, it may not have been the wisest decision to schedule Cade’s immunizations the day before his follow-up appointment with the pediatric plastic surgeon. Getting out the door for a morning appointment is hard enough on a normal day. Getting out the door with a crabby two-month old with a slight fever who is … Continue reading Dad Jokes, Future Fashion Dilemmas, and a Follow-Up Appointment with Plastics
“Ugggghhhhhhh… my hips hurt… my legs hurt… gaaahhhh I slept soooo bad last night.” That’s what Lyndon woke up to last Thursday morning. Lucky man. I moved my pillow mountain, rolled over dramatically (to ensure that he understood the seriousness of my plight) and grabbed my phone. A missed call and voicemail from a Saskatoon … Continue reading Part VI – Breech Babies and Finger Bones: An Introduction to the World of Plastic Surgery
I have officially reached the point in pregnancy where sleep has become elusive. It may be because my tummy has expanded to a size where it is impossible to achieve a comfortable sleeping position without utilizing every pillow in the house (there is officially no room in the bed left for Lyndon). It may be … Continue reading “From the Mouths of Babes…”