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So because I have to make up FOUR posts now in the next three days (why can’t November have 31 days), that makes SEVEN posts I have to do, you’re going to get at least two today.

On Friday, Darren’s mom called and said they would pay for the Poptart’s next carseat. On Monday, I went to Baby’s World to try some out. She, of course, takes after her mother and likes one of the more expensive ones.

On Tuesday, the Poptart had her 6 month Doctor appointment where she got her regular vaccines and the first part of the baconic plague vaccine. She has to go back in three weeks for the next part. She weathered them like a champ. She was 28 inches long and 19 lbs. I’d been noticing that she’d gotten heavier and her bucket car seat was getting very difficult to carry. And she just didn’t look comfortable in her carseat any more.

Yesterday, I called Baby’s World and put a hold on the carseat.

Later today, the Poptart will take the last ride in her bucket carseat. We will  retire the two bases and find a place to store them. And we Darren will install the new carseat in the car.

At 11am I’m meeting Amber at Baby’s World. I’m apologizing in advance if I end up crying on her.

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Wednesdays, our garbage and recycling are picked up. Yes, both on the same day. Its incredibly convenient. I throw my one bag of garbage in the can in the garage, drag it out, and then put all the recycling bins out. I have my own stacking ones for glass/cans/plastic, newspaper, office paper and cardboard and one big blue bin from the recycling society that we use for bottles. The bottles are returned by the recycling society for the deposit, which is used to fund the society.

Now, on to my point.

Both garbage and recycling, including this bin of bottles, are set out around 7am. My neighbours two doors down in my complex also have the same stacking bins which they use pretty much exclusively for their myriad bottles (they enjoy their beverages).

At some point, the garbage truck goes by and takes the garbage. It’s almost always before the recycling people. Today, the Poptart and I were coming back from our morning program (Mother Goose, FTW!) and I noticed the garbage was gone. I pulled the car into the garage and went to retrieve the garbage can. I noticed the recycling from the other side of the complex was gone, as were my bottles. I looked at my two-doors-down neighbours and their bottles were gone too. The rest of the recycling on my side of the complex was still there.

I would have stopped and scratched my head but it was pouring. So I put the garbage can back, got us into the house, and went to find the roomba (it got jammed under the TV stand).

Then the recyclers came by and picked everything up.

This isn’t the first time my bottles have disappeared before the rest of the recycling; it happened a couple of weeks ago too. I figure there are 3 different options:

  1. The recyclers picked up the bottles when they made their first round.
  2. The garbage men took the bottles (although they are clearly in a recycling box) either for trash or the deposit.
  3. Someone is going through our complex, pilfering bottles before the recycling truck comes by.

And that is the kind of mystery that occupies your time when you should be baking cookies, when you’re on maternity leave. 🙂

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I think it’s 7, anyways, does it matter? Because why limit it to 365?

1. A case of free-range chickens.
2. 60 pounds of grass-fed beef.
(In other words, enough meat to not have to buy any until about February)
3. A happy, healthy, growing baby who said “mum” today while looking at me (even though it was probably an accident, but she only said “mum” once not “mumumumum” like she normally does, so I’ll take it)

4. A warm house on a blustery day.
5. Multigrain garlic buns and leftover salad for dinner (leftover meaning it’s a mix of leftovers with a few things added in; some people make soups, I make salads).

On mornings when it’s raining (or monsooning as it was this morning), I’ll get up and drive Darren to the train so he doesn’t get too wet on the way to work. Take note he takes the train at half before dark (otherwise known as Oh My God o’clock). So he’ll get up, get ready and then come and get me when he’s ready to go. One of us will pack the Poptart into her seat because they don’t like it when you leave babies home alone.

Me: mmmmmf. Need a ride?
Darren: Yep. It’s raining. Want me to get [the Poptart]?
Me: If you could.

I get up, go to the bathroom and toddle downstairs where I find Darren just standing there holding her. She’s snuggled into his shoulder, her arms around his neck.

Darren: I don’t want to put her down.

1. Me, apparently.

I missed 2 days on NaBloPoMo because my parents decided to come down for an impromptu visit. Grandchildren do this. I logged on for the first time in a couple of days to find something that sucked even more harshly:

2. That Anissa Mayhew had a massive stroke on Tuesday afternoon

Anissa’s blog is #FreeAnissa. She’s also the mastermind behind Aiming Low – a site that reminds us not to be perfectionists; that sometimes, good enough, is good enough.

I have not met Anissa, but she is one of those people who I tweet with, and I read her sites. And she has been through so much: a previous stroke, a daughter who has beaten cancer. She is the kind of person I’d like to have a bottle of wine with and just listen to her tales. Everywhere, there are posts saying how kind, charming and funny she is. How good of a mother she is to her 3 young children.

But mostly kind.

And the fact that she is a Battlestar Galactica fan helps to make her one of the bloggers I’d most like to meet.

I don’t do prayers in an organized religion sense, but she has been in my thoughts since I found out. And there is some evidence that prayer circles work.

So let’s all pray or at least think good thoughts for Anissa making a full recovery.

And if you’d like to help her family, there is information on how you can help at Aiming Low and The Spohrs are Multiplying.

 

The Poptart is a good baby. Dare I say, an easy baby. She’s slept through the night – at least 6 hours – since about 8 weeks of age. Every once in awhile, of course, we have a “bad” night where she’s up every couple of hours.

The tradeoff on this was that she didn’t nap during the day. At least not more than 20 minutes. If I wanted her to sleep longer or if she needed to sleep longer, she had to sleep on me, but would move every time I took a breath. Which sort of defeated the purpose of taking a nap: so I could get stuff done around here so she could get some rest.

My mother said the no napping was payback: apparently I didn’t nap either. And yes, she laughed at me.

Anyways, I took the tradeoff: so long as she goes to bed between 8 and 9:30, she sleeps when we sleep. I will take that any day. It’s not like I could return or exchange her.

In the last month or so, she started taking a nap about 1.5 to 2 hours after getting up in the morning. This morning she napped from 6:30 to just after 10.  Then she went for another nap at about 1 until just about 2:30. Then another nap about 5pm for about 45 minutes.

And she’s been doing this more or less consistently for the last couple of weeks.

Of course, now that I’ve written this down, she’ll probably stop napping and wake up all night.


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