Do you remember the kids show ‘Rugrats’? There was the little girl Angelica who was usually up to no good and trying to het the other babies in trouble. My parents to this day swear the creater of the show had met me at some point and modelled Angelica after my younger self. I really was troublesome and hope very much that Little Miss isn’t like that has she gets older.
Naughty Things I Did Growing Up
1. I don’t remember this my Dad recalls in vivid detail how I was always into things and then when Cam-Bam hit about 2.5 yrs suddenly I was the good child and he was the one causing my parents grief. One day Dad told me he was walking by our bedroom and heard me talking to my brother so he stopped to listen, shocking himself. I was telling my baby brother how to pull down the curtains over the windows by jumping off the top bunk of my bunkbed but he had to wait until I wasn’t in the room so everyone knew he did it. I was that evil and only 4.5 myself. Thank goodness I grew out of it because not only was I training my brother to be bad so I could get him in trouble it was dangerous. Dad told me he came bursting into the room shouting ‘Don’t!’ and grabbing my brother off the bed.
2. I loved Barbies. Loved them. I still have all my old barbies at my Dad’s in storage hoping Little Miss will want to play when she’s older. When I was somewhere between 4 and 5 I remember a big Christmas party in the apartment complex my family lived at. there was a Sants, presents, food games and prizes for the winners. The prize for musical chairs was a Christmas Barbie and let me say I WANTED her. I wanted her so badly I tried to steal her. I was under the table cloth with my stolen booty preparing to open it and got caught. I remember jumping enough to bonk my head on the table when I was caught and the woman scolding me saying ‘Oh no honey, you have to play the games to get that,’ and then she started musical chairs and let me play. You’d think I learnt a valuable lesson or something here and you’d be wrong. I WON THE GAME AND GOT THE BARBIE. I didn’t cheat either, I was a trouble maker and a bit of a klepto but not a cheater.
3. I ran away… twice. The first time it I was about 4 or 5 again and Cam-Bam and I had decided our parents were terrible people for not giving us McDonald’s for dinner. That night so we were going to run away to McDonald’s ourselves. We lived on the 21st floor of our building, it was the middle of the night and it was the middle of winter. We somehow managed to get to the elevator and into it. We were too short to reach any of the buttons and were stuck in the elevator until it started to move down. It went all the way to the ground floor and the doors opened to let another rider on, who happened to be a neighbour on our floor. Busted and yet saved. he took us home and from that day on there was a big heavy chair blocking the door at night. The next time was from school. I was in grade 3 (do the math) and a friend from class asked if I wanted to go skating. Of course I said yes. It’s doesn’t sound like a big deal but remember this was in downtown Toronto and it also happened to be the coldest day of that winter. My friend Christine and I walked the 12 blocks to my building where I left a note for my parents and then walked back towards the lake to her apartment. I was in daycare at the time and they knew immediately something was wrong. The daycare was attached to the school and I hadn’t come in in the 10 minutes kids had as a group to walk to the area and check in. While I was warm and safe at Christines house where her sister was starting to get suspecious; my mom, the school and the police were notified I was missing. Not too long after that Christines sister realized what must have happened and knew to call my Mom. My mom was not the one to pick me up. Both parents have told me the reason my Dad came and got me was because my Mom called Dad and told me he had to do it because ‘If I go I just might kill,’ was what she told him. Obviously, I’m not dead but I did get grounded for a month from friends, tv and the phone. The only thing I got to do outside of my room was my weekend swimming lessons and soft ball (which I hated anyways so it was like a punishment as well).
There are more, probably several more but these are definitely the top 3 bad things I can remember being the biggest deals in terms of badness. Now days I am huge rule follower. I can have my moments of rebellion and I am willing to see the hundreds of shades of gray in everyday life and society. I’m always early. I never take things without paying or asking and I hate being the cause of someone’s hurts. I know most kids start to act out as their parents marriages start to implode but for myself it straightened me out I became more well behaved at home and less of a worry for my parents.. I truly hope that Little Miss is care free and curious but I really hope that the moments where I want to pull my hair out aren’t for anything as bad as these. I know when I ran away it was was for a silly childs reason and because they have no real thought to the long term results of a choice, but I can’t imagine how terrifying that would have been for my parents. The Barbie thing again wasn’t out of any real meanness but a childs innate selfishness. I saw, I liked, I wanted. Hopefully when this happens with Little Miss I’ll be able to actually teach her that we can’t always get what we want instead of her still getting it in the end with no real effort or repercussions. Even the brother incident wasn’t really maliciousness, just jealousy of the baby stealing my thunder (which I’ve still never fully forgiven lol). I wanted Cam-Bam to get into trouble so he wouldn’t be the favourite. Jealousy is natural and not something anyone can avoid forever but hopefully when it strikes as Little Miss ages she won’t go to the somewhat extreme levels I did to get some attention. There’s nothing wrong with attention as long as it’s for positive things and I hope she learns that with less error than it took me.
This is Lloyd. Lloyd is Little Miss’s favourite thing. He is her security blanky of sorts I guess you could say. Lloyd goes everywhere with us.
How did Lloyd get his name? Oddly enough his name comes from Coronation Street. Yes, Coronation Street. C’s family hail from England on one side and he is First Gen Canadian. Most of his family excluding his grandmother have no accent from their time in England but a large portion of them watch Coronation Street and at least 50% of the time at famiyl get togethers the show and its currant story lines will be talked about. C even records all of the previous weeks episodes so he can blow through them at his leisure throughout the week.
Up until this summer Coronation Street would air here in Canada behind England. When we first moved in together it was about a 9-10 month delay in when it aired there vs. here. Whenever C would annoy me or we were bickering I would go online and find out the story lines coming up and tell them to him before he saw them just to annoy him. Petty(ish) and silly I know but hey it’s better than fights, smacks or various other means that people use to bother one another. One day I decided that since Canadian networks were catching up story line wise to the UK telling C them ahead of time wasn’t enough and I started naming Little Miss’s teddies after characters from the show.
There are 6 of Lloyd. 6, that’s right. The original came in a 3 pack and Little Miss loves them so much we got an extra 3 just in case. I highly recommend picking up extras of a babies favourite teddy/blanky for so many reasons. I never have to go looking for Lloyd. There’s one in the babies bed, one in our bed and one in the stroller at the moment and well as one she’s hidden in a hidey hole not yet discovered by us, one in the dirty laundry due to baby barf and a clean one on her dresser. When we go out one goes with us and because we have so many extras if we ever were to lose one luckily there’s a replacement waiting at home. I know it seems crazy and possibly expensive but for us it all worked out. The original 3 pack was a gift and even then only about $30 and the replacements since they are last years model were on clearance. We ended up getting them for about $7 each after you add both costs together and divided by 6. I know we can’t choose which bears or blankets become babies favourite but if you can see a preferance early on stock up!
So this is post number 2 today and it’s been almost 2 weeks since I last posted. Why? Well, the morning after I last posted Little Miss became Patient Zero in a mini outbreak of yuck involving family and friends.
Literally no one I knew has been sick in the last week and Little Miss wakes up with the ‘I’m gonna Yuck All Over Mommy And Daddy From BOTH Ends’ kind of sick. It was awesome… NOT. Finally she starts to feel better and I get sick. It was so bad for me I actually had to call C and ask him to come home because I was feeling so gross I didn’t want to risk trying to run to the toilet while the baby was up somewhere above floor level. It got to the point I cleared out a chunk of her room of everything but toys and teddies and then lay on the floor by her blocking all routes of escape. I just lay on the floor keeping her corralled and letting her use me as a jungle gym, it was the easiest way to keep her happy and me flat on my back (mostly).
Lo and behold I got better and that Saturday was Little Miss’s cousins birthday party. An hour before we had to leave poor C got the yucks. He didn’t even make to the bathroom (EWWW). C was so sick he stayed home and Little Miss and I made the trip to the party ourselves leaving Daddy to fend for himself. The next day Little Miss and I went out to lunch with my Mom and Chaz. Patient Zero struck again when Chaz got sick and I can’t say for sure it was Little Miss who caused it but I know her cousin ended up with a case of the yucks as well last week. Poor everyone. It was not fun, it was messy and it was very inconvient for everyone who got sick or had to deal with it.
On top of getting sick Little Miss also managed to chip her front teeth. One of them is no concern but the other she took off a noticeable line across the whole tooth. She was holding onto the coffee table and dance/bouncing along to music when she bopped her head down at the wrong time and both C and I heard the click and then the shriek. Tomorrow I am taking her to our dentiest office to see if they think she needs to see a Pediactric Dentist since our office doesn’t really see babies (they take patients staring at 3 yrs) and Little Miss has already seen them once before making her their youngest official client already. I know most people might think I’m worrying overmuch about nothing but since Chan-Man had to have oral surgery when he was 4 for his teeth I think I’d rather be told I’m being paranoid than not do anything until it’s too late. We’ll see I guess.
My parents broke up the summer before I turned 10. My Dad was going to be our primary care giver and we all moved half way across the province. It wasn’t as hard an adjustment for my brothers and I as for other since we moved to a small town where we has always spent half the summer and all other school holidays there already. We had lots of friends in the neighbourhood upon moving. Our first Christmas in Smiths Falls my Dad brought us home an 8 week old male orange tabby kitten. We named him Oliver after the Disney movie ‘Oliver and Company’ due to his uncanny resembalance to the title character.
Oliver was the first cat our family had owned in 5 years when our previous kitty left us. He was a family pet, but he was really mine. Oliver slept with me under the covers and no matter what I did he always loved me best. I could even dress him in my doll clothing and he never fought or scratched, he put up with it and still followed me around. I could use him as a pillow occasionally and he enjoyed it and would purr all the while. He and my Dad were buddies and he loved sitting and hanging out with my brothers but if he wanted pampering or was feeling sick it was me he came to.
At the beginning of November he turned 16. He’d gotten old. His hips were creaky and he’d gone a little kooky. Sometimes he wouldn’t recognize me for the first little bit when I would arrive for a visit and even would act like he’d forgotten my Dad at times for a bit. Earlier this month he got sick. He was wheezing and having a hard time breathing so my Dad took him to the vets where Oliver was diagnosed with pneumonia and put on medication for it.
Friday morning my Dad called to say Oliver had died. He got to go at home and not in the vets office. Dad told me he’d been worried and was going to take him back tot he vets office Friday because Thursday Oliver had seemed to be having more trouble than before breathing although he was happy and purring when being pet. From what Dad and my step Mom figure he simply fell asleep and never woke up.
I can honestly say I cried when my Dad told me and even writing this makes me tear up a bit. Oliver was my first real pet and had been alive and with our family for over 3/5th of my life. We’d raised him from a kitten to an adult and taken care of him when he was ill, he truly was a part our family. Dad and my step mom buried him in the back yard under the honeysuckle where he liked to lay and she is making him a little stone marker. Part of me feels guilty that I wasn’t there for his passing, but none of us knew it was going to happen. Dad told me he was worried he might have to make a decision at the vets but knew I had always said if it ever came to that and there was time to let me know so I could be there and I would have been, but this happened with no real warning.
I loved that kitty. I love that kitty. Even though he’s gone doesn’t mean the love I had for Oliver is gone. I hope I’ll always remember him and the many many good memories I have of his time with my family and that soon thinking about him won’t hurt as much and I’ll be abe to smile without tears in my eyes.
Back in August I wrote about deciding to work on getting back into shape.I’ll be honest and say it fell to the side my scope of importance as things around here changed and Little Miss decided to stand with assistance and no assistance, jump from bottles to people food skipping over baby food entirely and learning to furniture walk. All of this kept me busy chasing her and not up to working out really. I still managed to get in lots of walking and light modified weight lifting for my arms (a 2 story walk-up/down with a baby and stroller is not easy especially when you add groceries), but in the last 2 weeks I’ve slowly started up again.
I’ve decided to take it a bit more seriously than before and have created a circle of fitness around me so that if I fall off track on one side there are two other support systems in place. I don’t want to jinx myself yet since I’m so fresh into my new set up but can say that I’m getting help on one level from http://fitgirlontop.com/ . Terra is one of my oldest and best friends. Obviously if you’ve seen her blog you’ll see she’s a fitness trainer and on her own fitness mission after a year of setbacks and illness. Since she does personal fitness for a living her goals at the moment are more intense than mine are but having a girlfriend with a similar mission who is a bit of an expert (as well as her fiance who creates healthy meal plans for people with a fitness goal) makes it easier to set personal goals and dietary plans. Anytime I’ve had a question I can call or text her for advice and if I’m feeling low or guilty about chowing down on a chocolate bar or two I can talk to her and Terra helps make it seem less terrible.
I’ve also started going to the gym more regularly. It’s still early days as I mentioned before but I’m hopeful I’ll be able to keep it up. During the day while C is at work I’ve decided to go at least 2x in the mornings when the JCC has their Babysitting room available. Little Miss enjoys interacting with other babies and playing with them as well as seeing Latoya (the girl who runs it) since she’s become familiar with her leaving me mostly guilt free to spend an hour at the gym each time to choose a non group activity like the elliptical or swimming laps in the pool. C and I talked and he’s agreed to watching Little Miss a night or two during the week after dinner to let me go back to the gym for a group workout. This week I hope to try a spin class and Zumba. Until I find which classes I enjoy most and are most suited to my fitness style I’ll jump around to a couple of yoga styled classes as well as a Gravity class.
I’m also setting easy healthier eating goals for the month and if I succeed I’ll add on to them by stepping them up a level. This month even C is going to try doing a few of them as well. We’re going to completely stop drinking pop during the week and limit ourselves to one 2 litre bottle if possible on weekends. I’ve also decided to make sure we have salad with dinner 3-4x a week and on the nights we don’t to make sure there’s some other sort of veggie on the plate as well. After this week I also want to cut back my coffee drinking to only on weekends and go from a double-double to milk and one sugar. The next one isn’t a long term goal but I really want to try making quinoa instead of rice at least once or twice this month to see how it tastes and if we could possibly start using it instead of rice occasionally. I also am going to try (try I said) to only eat chocolate on weekends and if I feel like I absolutley must have some during the week to only eat 2/5th of a bar and give away or save the other bit until the weekend. Honestly, I think the coffee and chocolate goals will be the hardest because I LOVE both so much. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t drink coffee, I started as soon as I was old enough to filch my mother’s coffee cup off of the table and as the years have gone on increased my habit. Chocolate is the same; I was the kid at Halloween who didn’t care about how much candy I got and if my brothers stole it, I just wanted my chocolate bars.
We’ll see how the rest of the month goes and if I’m able to do all of thses things. I’m realistic and know I probably will not succeed in all of my goals but I’m trying to be optimistic and hope I’ll be able to do at least 80%.
Lots of little things went on this past week, luckily no more medical visits due to Little Miss and her utter lacko of fear of the world around her.
Everyone on the east coast obviously was aware of Hurricane Sandy and since last Monday the devastation left in her wake, even here in Toronto there were some problems but nothing like what New York and New Jersey are going through. We had a little bit of an issue in our building from storm damage but it was fixed by Halloween. A huge old tree crashed across three yards and the top landed across our drive way blocking access for river’s but also totally blocking in our fire escape door. The oddest part if the tree was easily 100+ ears old and huge but did not come from any of the yards around our building; there’s no stump that we could see. Other then that tree and a lot of larger broken branches abpit our area had very little damage, we didn’t even lose power. We’d stocked up on a few important supplies just in case but knew realistically if anything had happened we had friends and family throughout the GTA we could call on or could call on us.
By Wednesday in Toronto is was business as usual and Thursday Little Miss and I met up my friend Jess and her 6 month old K to have lunch at Imperial Buffet at the Eglinton Town Centre and see Fun Size. I had never been to Imperial and it was Little Miss’ first time trying Chinese food. We both enjoyed ourselves greatly before crossing the parking lot and watching a movie. Jess and I haven’t seen a movie together since we watched Magic Mike over the summer but have been trying to work something out for weeks now. Every time we’ve hammered out a date some sort of emergency or other has derailed our plans so it was nice to finally keep a date. Little Miss and K were great during the movie; sitting contour laps playing with each other’s feet and napping while we enjoyed the movie. It was silly and fun but also had enough sentiment to keep it from being pure fluff. This week we’re trying to do it all again but see Wreck It Ralph, hopefully all will go as planned.
C loves pizza, loves it. He could happily eat it several times a week and not get tired of it. Saturday we had a vets appointment for Bright-Eyes to check her glucose levels, which are doing so well we now only have to give her one insulin shot a day now(sorry to sidetrack) and afterwards we decided to go to Loblaws and grab a few things. C wanted pizza for dinner but we didn’t feel like ordering and he dislikes frozen. Loblaws makes fresh pizzas that you just put in the oven but haven’t been frozen. We found a 16′ cheese one for 50% off and decided to put our own topping on. By the way 50% off meant if was only $4. We are a mostly white meat family and knew our meat topping would be chicken so we wondered over to the butcher area and again found some chicken for a great discount (30%) and then found chicken wings, which he also loves, for more than 70% off. We choose to use sweet onion, fresh garlic and tomatoes for our additional toppings. It was great. We spent only $13 on pizza, toppings and wings and got so much more than if we jaded ordered from a restaurant, we even got more toppings per slice.
Sunday as sports lovers know is football day. I don’t dislike football, I quite like it when I’m watching it live and not on a television. I don’t have the attention span for replays and commercials. There were a few games C really wanted to watch so we decided he could hang out at home for the afternoon and watch the games while Little Miss and I went to visit Bestie and Jay. Even though the girls are about 10 months apart they get along really well now that Little Miss is mobile and chatty. They spent the afternoon chasing each other around the living room and tag team chasing Gus the cat. Jay has been in day care during the week for the last two months and her handling of those smaller than her has gotten better. Jay’s more gentle without having to be told as often with Little Miss and unless she’s decided she wants to try and ride the baby like a horse (which we 86 immediately) she’s fine to be a play mate to Little Miss. Bertie and I are thrilled since we grew up a grade apart and a half a year dividing us and yet we’re 25 yrs into this friendship so we hope the girls will be able to do the same as time goes on.
The girls are closing in on poor Gus on the child couch. You can see him in the corner of it (the grey fluff).