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SNOOPY SUNDAY.

RULES:

1) Every Sunday, I will post an answer to a question from a reader.   You can ask me questions on Facebook or by commenting on my blog.  The question I choose will be random – I will put the questions in a hat and pick one out; that will be the question I answer.

2) Once I answer a question, I will visit your blog or your Facebook and ask you a question in return.  I will also link to your blog when I write the answer to the question you asked.

3) I don’t know if this is exactly a rule, but I will encourage my regular readers who have blogs to also participate on Snoopy Sundays.  Let’s make this fun, shall we.

4) Questions can be relating to anything, although try to keep it somewhat appropriate.  I cannot police how you interpret appropriate, so be nice.

Chandra was nice enough to shoot out something like 4 questions for me so I got the pick of the litter, and this time I chose: Do you think after the experiences you have had, are you more inclined to have more children or less?

Honestly, I guess I picked this one ’cause I thought it was an easy question.  Call me a copout.  I slept on a camping trailer-style table-bed last night, and my hips still get achy from giving birth, so my sleep was a little on the not so great side, forgive me please and let me just have my moment.

The short, super simple answer is, my experiences have not really changed my mind about how many children I want.  Not really.  For the first 3 months post-giving-birth, I was totally on the fence because I was down in the dumps about my experience in terms of my perineal tear and not so fun healing process, breastfeeding struggles, and the cryfests of 2011 that turned into late-night (think 4am) parties that only technically involved 1 of us as the 2 adults and 1 dog were basically were walking zombies, sleep-deprivation induced mania, if you will.   But guess what?  Things are looking up.  My hormones were all over the map and so I was upset and sad about every and anything.  I know that it’s not the worst thing that could have happened.  I know that.  I am fortunate.  Things could have been more hectic, things could always be worse.  Always.  But, it’s all relative and I must give acknowledgment to my experiences and how they have shaped us.

So with that being said, I could not believe that I would be going through that whole journey again.  Give birth again to another child?  Yeah right.  As beautiful, amazing, empowering and wonderful as it was, the after-part was the sucky part, and it scared me to think that we would trudge through those murky waters ever again.  However, look at us, we made it, and I’d say we passed with flying colours.  But then again, I’d say every parent does because parents are wonderful beings and can take on the world.  Especially some parents, whom I am so blessed to say, I know some of those people.  And they are fricken’ amazing.  They take on challenges like nobody’s business.  They possess the kind of strength those silly UFC fighters would be jealous of.   Anyway…

So yup, we made it through the 4th trimester. The 4th trimester is one thing a lot of people fail to talk about.  Seriously, I think instead of trying to fear-monger every pregnant woman with war-like stories of birth, let’s talk a little bit about the stuff people seem to ignore, like the 4th trimester, realistic breastfeeding tips, how to heal yourself physically and mentally, sex after childbirth (which may or may not happen in the 4th trimester, depends on how brave you are, really), what to do when you seriously feel like you just might lose your mind and never ever EVER find it again, and maybe a good tip for partners: how to deal with your baby when your baby is screaming at 3am and mamabear is screaming louder than the baby.  NOW we’re talkin’.

Ok, I keep getting off topic.  4th trimester…. yup, made it, and it seems after that 4th trimester, well, give or take a couple months, I found myself slowly creepily climbing back on the baby bandwagon.  Read that carefully people, BABY BANDWAGON, NOT BABY-MAKING BANDWAGON.  Instead of being all, omg, how will I go through this again, I was all, yeah.. I could totally do this again, and even, I want to do this again.  Yes, want, as in, desire.  K and I for sure want at least one more child, possibly two, and if you asked K, possibly three, though that seems a bit hectic and chaotic panic-inducing to me.  The thing is, I have one sibling, and always thought it would be cool to have one more (sorry broseph, you’re like, really cool and all, but…).  But then three siblings is an odd number, but four, while an even number, seems just WILD.  And expensive.

Another thing about my experience (and I’m merely talkin’ labour/birthing experience here) is that since I’ve given birth, I have been a crazy lady with research, reading birth stories, watching birth videos, reading birth plans.  I have already begun to create a birth scenario and birth plan for our next one.  I have visions of home births (or at least, doula-accompanied and major talked about “natural childbirth” plan with lovely doctor style hospital birth) dancing very rhythmically in my head.  But with that being said, there’s things I need to do, personally (physically, emotionally, etc) before we bring another life into this world.  There’s also this thing called time and age gap, both of which we want a decent chunk of.

Personally, I can’t imagine just having one child.  And I say that without any judgment (seriously!) on people who choose to stick with just one kiddo.  I just picture Cade and his brother(s) and/or sister(s) playing in the yard, setting up forts with miscellaneous items, and of course, with the aid of nature.  I picture them creating games and implementing their own rules, each helping the other how to figure out fairness and justice via an awesome game that they imagined and then put into action.  I picture them fighting and tattling on each other.  It makes my heart glow and beam so, so, so much.  I know we’re in for still more challenges and just ’cause we’ve made it through the 4th trimester (and well, an additional 4 months after that) it’s not that I think we are just totally good to go.  I just know that we can take on whatever challenge that this little dude is gonna present to us.  You deal with what you’re dished out, right, isn’t that how the saying goes?  Some people’s dish is piled high with medical needs, some people’s dish is piled high with super active toddlers who might as well be nicknamed Crash, and some people don’t even just get 1 dish, they get the whole friggin’ buffet.  Whatever it is, whatever it may be, we can do it, and you can too.  So with that, I say, bring on the kidlets.  But not too soon, will ya?

May 29, 2011 at 10:24 pm Leave a comment

SNOOPY SUNDAY.

RULES:

1) Every Sunday, I will post an answer to a question from a reader.   You can ask me questions on Facebook or by commenting on my blog.  The question I choose will be random – I will put the questions in a hat and pick one out; that will be the question I answer.

2) Once I answer a question, I will visit your blog or your Facebook and ask you a question in return.  I will also link to your blog when I write the answer to the question you asked.

3) I don’t know if this is exactly a rule, but I will encourage my regular readers who have blogs to also participate on Snoopy Sundays.  Let’s make this fun, shall we.

4) Questions can be relating to anything, although try to keep it somewhat appropriate.  I cannot police how you interpret appropriate, so be nice.

This question comes from my auntie Gail, she asks: What was your favourite holiday growing up?

I totally forgot to do this little activity last Sunday, but the one before that, I talked about how I loved having family over in the summer for birthday parties, because we’d always play a huge game of hide and seek on our street.  That is one reason why family birthdays were one of my favourite times.  Except for when my cousins would tease the shit out of me and I would tattle.  I was such a tattle tale. I’m not sure if it is a holiday, but of course, Hallowe’en meant way too much candy and chips, but also, plenty of exercise and running about the city, once we got old enough to trick or treat on our own, branching out to different areas of the cit.  And in general, I looked forward to summer holidays with my family, as well as the one big memorable Disneyworld trip when I was 10, which we took with both of my parents as well as my grandparents.  I’m so happy that we have the bulk of that trip videotaped, as it was definitely a very special time that was spent with my family.

So other than that, I’m going to be super cheesy and cliche and can you guess what holiday I am going to say?  Christmas.  Not because I am super religious or anything, because I’m not, but because I am a total family girl and Christmas always meant big family gatherings, sharing laughs, way too much food, and sometimes games.  I looked forward to Christmas every year, and being able to see the family and engage in a lot of the silly, crazy, family antics that often take place, none of which come to mind right now. There were a couple years where we would all rent a log cabin/villa out at Good Spirit Lake, and that was super tons of fun.  If the temperatures were Saskatchewan-winter-mild, we’d be able to go for walks, sledding, skating, or playing shinny.  Then we’d retreat to the cabin for a fire, laughs, even more food, and then crash for the night.  It was so much fun getting out of the city, the rushing hub-bub of the holidays, and spending it out at the lake.

When I was younger, looking forward to Christmas was partially because of the gifts.  There, I said it, sue me.  It was exciting running to our stockings in the morning, and then running downstairs to find the one gift from Santa, which was the unopened gift under the tree.  We loved reading the note that Santa left us, as a response to the one we left for him and his team of reindeer.  As I got older, I more look forward to Christmas, and the holidays in general, because it means large get togethers, and a time for me to spend with family, eating, drinking, and visiting.  And now, we’ve got Lily & Cade to enjoy it with as well.  This past Christmas was particularly exciting because it was the boy’s first, and also the first time many family members were able to meet him.

Holidays are sometimes confusing, too.  In theory, but in practice, they get worked out.  My parents are divorced, and every holiday, there’s always the question of “whose turn is it.”  I know, it sounds ridiculous, but I imagine it’s somewhat of the same sentiments as “splitting up” the holidays between partners’ families, which we don’t really have that issue of being that Kyle’s immediate family lives in Ontario.  There’s always the whole, well last Christmas I was with this family but last holiday I was with that family, so really, whose turn is it?  Sounds so extremely juvenile, and maybe it is, but each year I have a mild lump in my throat, knowing that I’m going to have to figure this shit out.  Like I said, it always gets figured out, and to my knowledge, there are never hurt feelings, because typically, “everyone gets a turn.”  I keep using quotations because it just sounds silly, and game-like, but I’ve no other idea really how to express it.  It really shouldn’t be about turns, and I think that really, I am the one that has created that idea.  I don’t want Cade to one day think that it is his turn to spend a holiday with such and such family, but rather, that he is able to spend the holiday with that family, and that it is something he can look forward to, guilt-free, anxiety-free.  Perhaps he can then teach his mama a thing or two!

I look forward to sharing holidays with Cade, partaking in holiday traditions (which is another question for another Sunday), and teaching him that holidays are about family, happiness, health and sharing good times with loved ones.


Thanks for the comment, auntie Gail.  I will be posting a question on your Facebook that you can hopefully share with all your FB friends.  Stay tuned for next week’s Snoopy Sunday, and remember to keep those questions coming on so I don’t get bored.  Goodnight xo! 

April 17, 2011 at 11:07 pm 2 comments

SNOOPY SUNDAY.

ULES:

1) Every Sunday, I will post an answer to a question from a reader.   You can ask me questions on Facebook or by commenting on my blog.  The question I choose will be random – I will put the questions in a hat and pick one out; that will be the question I answer.

2) Once I answer a question, I will visit your blog or your Facebook and ask you a question in return.  I will also link to your blog when I write the answer to the question you asked.

3) I don’t know if this is exactly a rule, but I will encourage my regular readers who have blogs to also participate on Snoopy Sundays.  Let’s make this fun, shall we.

4) Questions can be relating to anything, although try to keep it somewhat appropriate.  I cannot police how you interpret appropriate, so be nice.

This question again comes from Elizabeth (c’mon people!  ASK ME STUFF! WHAT DO YOU WANT TO KNOWWWW!) What childhood memories are you excited to share with Cade when he’s old enough?

This is a tough question because there are so many awesome things about my childhood that I want to do with Cade.  I don’t know if there is one or if there are a couple that really stand out, because honestly, there were a lot of things in my childhood that I am excited to pass on to Cade.  I remember being a child and having my grandparents take us around driving to look at the Christmas lights every Christmas.  We would usually get a hot chocolate or a sundae or some other treat from Mc.Donald’s, and then we’d cruise around Yorkton, checking out the festive lights.  As we got older, we complained about going, but looking back now, what a beautiful time to bond with our grandparents that was.

We spent a lot of time out at Good Spirit Lake camping when I was younger, and I definitely want Cade to remember days of ‘growing up at the lake.’  As we got older, in the evenings, I would walk around with our other family friends’ kids that we typically camped with.  We’d think it was so cool to walk to the beach at night, and meet up with other kids our age.  It was so much fun and there is nothing quite like walking on a beach at night, smelling the crisp air and campfires.

Another memory that seems somewhat trivial but I remember it so very clearly, is how when I was a bit older, (10ish maybe?) our family started this Friday night routine.  Every Friday night our family and another family (the one we always camped with) would go to Bonanza for supper, and then we would end up at either our house or their house.  The adults would sit around and visit and do whatever adults do, and us kids (their 2 girls, my brother and myself) would all play video games, board games, hide and seek, ‘house’, Barbies, watch movies, etc.  It was super fun and we’d usually end up falling asleep and then our parents would carry us out to the vehicle.  It was nice looking forward to that every Friday.

Okay and one more memory – I loved having a bunch of built-in neighbourhood friends!  That was the best, and we lived on a fairly quiet crescent and so we were able to always be playing outside in the summer and winter.  Winter we’d build forts and play street hockey, and summer we would play kick the can, ride bikes, play street hockey, and hide and seek.  My favourite was getting a ton of people together outside and playing hide and seek.  This was always awesome when we’d have birthdays in the summer for my brother – his birthday month is May – because our family would be over and then that just means more people!  I would love to live on a small, quiet street where there are other young families so that Cade has nearby friends and they can do these kinds of fun things.   I’m sure it is a little bit different in this generation and being in a bigger city, but I see some children on our street who are always playing outside together and it just takes me back to when I was that age.  So much fun.

Okay, ONE more memory!  I always remember having super fun birthday parties.  I don’t remember what we did for each year, but they were always fun and everyone always had a good time.  Also related to this, I remember having ‘year-end’ parties in grade 6 and 7 I do believe.  It was super fun and it was tradition for my friends to bring their books over and we’d have a big bonfire and rip them all up and burn them.  Honestly, I don’t remember what else we did at the year-end parties, but I remember having lots of people over for them and again, them being a good time.  I’d love to do this for Cade when he’s older, but I feel like it may be different for girls and boys.  I hope he is not embarassed of us as his parents and lets us do these kinds of things for him!

Remember to post more questions so that I at least have A question for next Sunday!  xoxo!

April 3, 2011 at 9:03 pm 1 comment

SNOOPY SUNDAY.

RULES:

1) Every Sunday, I will post an answer to a question from a reader.   You can ask me questions on Facebook or by commenting on my blog.  The question I choose will be random – I will put the questions in a hat and pick one out; that will be the question I answer.

2) Once I answer a question, I will visit your blog or your Facebook and ask you a question in return.  I will also link to your blog when I write the answer to the question you asked.

3) I don’t know if this is exactly a rule, but I will encourage my regular readers who have blogs to also participate on Snoopy Sundays.  Let’s make this fun, shall we.

4) Questions can be relating to anything, although try to keep it somewhat appropriate.  I cannot police how you interpret appropriate, so be nice.

Since you were all jumping at me with your questions (NOT), I had 2 questions to pick from, both from Elizabeth (thank you, you are a trooper) and so I picked this one:

What age difference would you like Cade to have between him and his brother or sister down the line (assuming you want to have a second child!)? What do you think a ‘good’ age difference is between siblings?

To answer the second part of this question first, I don’t know if there is a ‘good’ age difference between siblings.  I am not sure I can accurately answer that until I experienced a couple different gaps.  I’ve heard people say they’ve had their babies 1-2 years apart and that is great because they are close in age, and that way you kind of get the whole baby-making process done with earlier.  I’ve also heard that 3+ years apart is also great because the older one can then be somewhat of a helper, and feel responsible and independent, as well as an assistant in helping out with their little brother or sister.  So, I really don’t know, I think it totally depends on what works for one’s family.  Which brings me to the first part of your question…

I feel like I am going to jinx our ‘plan’ because I spoke so very highly of waiting 4-5 years after getting married to have our first baby, and, well, look how that panned out.  I feel like I need to clarify every time – the actual plan did not go as planned, but the actual plan is now amazing and we could not be happier.

Regardless, of course once you have your first, everyone has to start asking about the second.  Like c’mon people, let’s all recuperate from the shocking reality of having a human child to care for 24/7 before we start planning for another.  That reality is definitely not something you can plan for.  Moving along now.  There are different factors to consider for us in planning an age gap, one of the major ones being daycare.  I’m feeling a little bit anxious about having to pay for daycare just for Cade, and I really cannot imagine paying for two children in daycare.  That’s basically a whole pay cheque.  Probably even more.  That thought scares the shit out of me and I don’t want to have to deal with it.

Kyle and I both can see ourselves having a wider age gap (think, 3-5 year gap) rather than smaller.  It’s just the way we roll and I think that is what would work best for our family.  I think with Cade being a bit older when we have our next baby, it will also make it easier to explain to him how our family will be changing, and what his ‘role’ will be (being a big brother, and of course totally hyping that up, because it WILL be very exciting for him).  We’d also like to not have two babies in diapers, just because of the logistics of it all.  I think it would be great for Cade to be a little bit more independent too, and while obviously he will still be getting a ton of attention from us, it will make it easier to have him be a little bit more independent in terms of playing on his own and not having to have mommy and daddy solely be the entertainers.

Another reason I think 3-5 (probably somewhere in between there) would be a great age gap, is because, say we had our next baby when Cade was 4, I would then have a year off with the baby and Cade, and then when I went back to work, Cade would (hopefully) be starting kindergarden.  However, Cade was born in November, so there is the issue of us possibly holding him back so he will be 5 turning 6 rather than 4 turning 5 when he starts school.  If that was the case, then we would be waiting closer to 5 years to have our next babe, which seems a bit longer than what would be ideal.  It’s really something we will have to figure out, and there are probably so many more things to think about in terms of age gaps and what makes one gap better than the next.

Remember to post more questions so I have something for next Sunday’s post.  Goodnight to all, xoxo!

March 27, 2011 at 9:37 pm 1 comment

SNOOPY SUNDAYS.

I’m going to try something here that I have NO idea if it will work or not.  Last time I requested comments from y’all, I received them, though I received them minimally. Going to give it a shot anyway.

So there are these things online in the blog world called ‘Memes’ and I am going to attempt a new one, sort of.  I’m not 100 % crafted in how this particular phenomenon works, but we’ll give it a go. Since I’m going to be doing this Sunday and seeing as it’s later Sunday night, I may have to start this next Sunday, unless I receive some feedback and can whip up an answer tomorrow.

RULES:

1) Every Sunday, I will post an answer to a question from a reader.   You can ask me questions on Facebook or by commenting on my blog.  The question I choose will be random – I will put the questions in a hat and pick one out; that will be the question I answer.

2) Once I answer a question, I will visit your blog or your Facebook and ask you a question in return.  I will also link to your blog when I write the answer to the question you asked.

3) I don’t know if this is exactly a rule, but I will encourage my regular readers who have blogs to also participate on Snoopy Sundays.  Let’s make this fun, shall we.

4) Questions can be relating to anything, although try to keep it somewhat appropriate.  I cannot police how you interpret appropriate, so be nice.

I just showed Kyle this and asked him if my Snoopy Sundays game made sense.  When I said Snoopy Sundays I burst out laughing because god, I am such a nerd.  Oh well.  I’m cool with that.

Ask away, my gentle readers.

March 20, 2011 at 11:46 pm 3 comments


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