tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78826164437806465642024-03-13T13:15:01.630-04:00Who I AmUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger98125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882616443780646564.post-24968746107088611922011-08-21T22:00:00.006-04:002011-08-21T22:00:02.558-04:00Menu Planning Monday: August 22 - 28
How did everyone's menu plan go last week? Did you stick to your plan? I find that sometimes when I plan specific meals for specific days I have a difficult time sticking with the plan, but it went really well this week. I really loved being able to decide what I wanted to make for dinner each day knowing that I had everything on hand for a variety of meals.
Another thing that helped me out Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882616443780646564.post-61626138495392607052011-08-19T07:00:00.000-04:002011-08-19T07:00:18.480-04:00Foodie Friday: Tuna CasseroleHere is the Tuna Casserole recipe I promised from Monday. I love this recipe because it really is super easy - I can make it while Pierce plays in the living room - and it's healthy, too! This usually makes enough for the three of us to have it for dinner one night & for lunch the next day.
3 cups uncooked macaroni
2 cups frozen peas
1 can tuna, drained
1 can cream of cheddar soup
1 cup Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882616443780646564.post-68593045539128557992011-08-18T07:00:00.000-04:002011-08-18T07:00:11.138-04:00Someday SoonThe thing about postpartum depression is that there's this stigma associated with it. And if you haven't gone through it, you don't know what it's like. It's a lot like motherhood that way. When you're about to become a Mom you know that it's going to be difficult. Like REALLY difficult. And you're almost unsure of the fact that you'll be able to do it (at least I was).
Postpartum depression isUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882616443780646564.post-19690452024862695752011-08-17T07:00:00.000-04:002011-08-17T07:00:00.879-04:00Wordless Wednesday: Anything with Wheels!We bought him a car mat at Ikea this week & while he was napping I set it up for him as a surprise for when he woke up. I love that he just lay down on the mat & started playing like the big boy that he is!
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882616443780646564.post-18534528348225957142011-08-16T07:00:00.000-04:002011-08-16T07:00:05.749-04:00Schedule ShiftingPierce has a crazy schedule. It is one he set himself, not one I put him on. He wakes up anywhere from 6:00am to 7:00am (usually closer to 6, though) goes down for his nap at 10am (yes, 10!) wakes up at 1:00 (although lately it's been closer to 12, but he really does need 3 hours) & goes to bed sometime between 7:30 & 8:00.
I don't know why he has such an early nap, especially since he Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882616443780646564.post-91030806415006110142011-08-15T07:00:00.001-04:002011-08-16T16:53:23.073-04:00Menu Plan Monday - August 15 - 21
I have decided to get back into the swing of things with menu planning for the week. I think it is one of the most important things you can do to save money around your house because a) you only need to grocery shop once per week & b) it puts an end to that creeping "What am I going to make for dinner?!" feeling that starts around 3pm when I realize that we're going to have to eat in about Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882616443780646564.post-49896764184068766762011-08-12T07:00:00.000-04:002011-08-12T07:00:07.912-04:00Trying to Domesticate MyselfAbout a week ago, I was inspired by a real life friend (I know, right? I'm just as surprised as you are!) to bake some cookies. We had a playdate at her house earlier in the day & she was baking cookies & so when I got home & wanted something sweet I knew that there was a relatively easy peanut butter cookie recipe on the back of the Kraft peanut butter jar. Except...it wasn't on my Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882616443780646564.post-50675860853023872772011-07-29T12:03:00.003-04:002011-07-29T12:24:57.116-04:00Sometimes I WonderSometimes, when I have time to sit & think, I wonder...Did I really have PPD, or did I just have a hard time adjusting to motherhood?I have been considering typing out this post for a long time, but I have been worried about what people would think.The thing that causes me to wonder this is that I feel like I am doing really well off of my medication. And I wonder if, maybe I didn't really Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882616443780646564.post-155612247231058392011-05-26T07:00:00.000-04:002011-05-26T07:00:11.925-04:00GardeningI don't have a garden. I don't actually have a yard at all. We live in a third floor condo so we have a small balcony off our living room & the balcony is covered & faces East which has always made it difficult for me to grow plants out there. One year I fell in love with Gerber Daisies & decided to ignore the "full sun" requirement of the tag & just go for it. Within a week they Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882616443780646564.post-367358101250745022011-05-25T07:00:00.003-04:002011-05-25T07:00:07.687-04:00In Two Days I Will Be a Working MommaPlease excuse me while I go throw up now.In all seriousness, I'm kind of looking forward to it. I feel like getting out of the house, meeting new people & having some adult conversation will be good for me. I am hoping I will feel refreshed after getting out of the house rather than staring at the same 4 walls all day long. And I think that will make me a better, more patient mom. At least, that Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882616443780646564.post-71517670708673756102011-05-24T14:18:00.004-04:002011-05-24T15:43:23.344-04:00Why I Haven't Been AroundI am so sorry that I haven't been around lately.To be honest, I just needed to pull back from the blog a little. Don't get me wrong, I wanted to share freely about my experience with postpartum depression. I really really wanted to vomit on the pages of this blog about how, more than once, I would put Pierce in his crib & get in the shower with the water on full blast so that I could no Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882616443780646564.post-59880921658139157072011-04-07T22:01:00.001-04:002011-04-07T22:01:45.627-04:00A post for KimI have been trying to write this post all day long. I don't know what to write. Last night when a friend called I just started sobbing & verbal diarrhea-ed out the situation to her. I was worried she'd think I was lame because you're an internet friend, but she totally understood why I was upset.We have never met in person, but I care about you. I want you to be safe, and happy, and Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882616443780646564.post-53207049273146352182010-12-18T08:00:00.000-05:002010-12-18T22:03:15.043-05:00Confession: I really want to be like June CleaverI really do. I want my house to be sparkling clean. I want my kid to never eat processed food. I want to have a hot meal on the table at 6:00 every night. I want to be involved in the community and the school when Pierce is old enough to go. And I want to do all of this while looking completely put together and beautiful.Is this normal? I can't explain my desire to be this way other than I just Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882616443780646564.post-12334021009326949152010-12-10T09:00:00.000-05:002010-12-10T09:00:06.888-05:00CrankopotamusI want a crankopotamus for Christmas,Only a crankopotoamus will do!No whine-odiles, or fuss-aluffagusses,I only like crankopotamuses.And crankopotamuses like me too!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882616443780646564.post-25446300489860977022010-12-09T07:49:00.002-05:002010-12-09T07:49:58.991-05:00It's my birthday......and I'll post if I want to. Which I don't.The end!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882616443780646564.post-71466559067624247252010-12-08T09:00:00.000-05:002010-12-08T09:00:13.401-05:00The 12 Step Program to Liking SnowHave a baby.Seriously.Every year for as long as I can remember I have HATED snow since it is basically a tangible object that represented that which I hated most: cold and winter. Even when I was little, when it was supposed to be outside in my snow suit throwing snowballs and rolling up snowmen, my parents had to force me to go outside in the winter. I wanted to stay inside all the time.The lastUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882616443780646564.post-7001099213713377392010-12-07T09:00:00.004-05:002010-12-07T09:00:11.890-05:00The Drunkard and the Water Bed - An Aesop's Fables of getting drunkI was 18 - just one year shy of the legal drinking age in Ontario - but that didn't stop me. The plan was to go to a friend's house and have pizza and drinks. There were four of us, so two went to the store to get the alcohol - I gave them my money and asked them to get me a pack of 4 Smirnoff Ice and I went with another girl to get the pizza. We went back to her parent's house who, by the Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882616443780646564.post-21852376779708340342010-12-06T09:00:00.001-05:002010-12-06T09:00:08.132-05:00I'm Frustrated with BloggingI'm sorry for the lack of posts lately. I'm feeling frustrated. I can't think of anything to write about and when I do, I can't make it seem interesting like anyone would actually want to read about it.The truth is, my life is not that interesting. Shocking, I know. But the other truth is that I am afraid. I'm afraid to divulge too much information on my blog about myself and my family. It's Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882616443780646564.post-72562019003134336992010-12-02T08:00:00.001-05:002010-12-02T08:00:07.220-05:00The Road to RecoveryI pulled into the hospital parking lot. I was expecting the hospital to be much bigger than it was. I found a parking spot, purchased a ticket and went through the doors that said Main Entrance. The first thing I saw was a big desk with a sign that read Information. "Good," I thought to myself, "I can ask there where I'm supposed to go." When I reached the information desk there was no one Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882616443780646564.post-2222160657542865692010-12-01T09:30:00.000-05:002010-12-01T09:37:40.247-05:00I am not a man*telephone rings*Me: Hello?Caller: Hi, can I please speak to Devon?Me: Speaking.Caller: Oh, hi Devon, it's [name withheld] from [company withheld]. How are you?Me: I'm good thanks. How are you?Caller: I'm good, but I think I should be speaking to a man.Me: Uhhh...nope. This is Devon.Caller: Oh, uh...okay. So I'm calling about your interview.Pause for some backstory: I had an "interview" for a Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882616443780646564.post-18169646470784095662010-11-11T08:00:00.000-05:002010-11-11T08:00:01.446-05:00I am not worthyThat's the way I feel a lot about Pierce. I feel like I am not worthy of him. I feel like he deserves a mom that's better than me. He is such an amazing boy. What did I do to deserve him? I don't know...probably nothing.It's hard to feel this way and I don't know if my PPD contributes to it or if this is something that all mothers feel at one point in time or another. Or maybe I'm just crazy Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882616443780646564.post-16496392848844976392010-11-10T06:00:00.000-05:002010-11-10T06:00:11.184-05:00Sharing My VoiceToday I am over at The Nut House sharing my post about coming out with PPD. The Nut House is a blog run by Lisa, she refers to herself as Hazel Nut and her husband, Wall Nut. She has five children: Honey Nut, Wee Nut, Little Nut Nut, E Nut and Wing Nut. I love the creativity with the aliases she uses! I really wish I was that creative. This is coming from someone whose blog is called "Who I Am" Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882616443780646564.post-9785206676123878082010-11-09T08:00:00.000-05:002010-11-09T08:00:10.233-05:00I can't believe I haven't done this yet!So just before Kristin left we came up with the great idea to do a traveling pants type of thing, but with a scarf, which means it's completely different and there is no copyright infringement. (Here that, lawyers? None! If I say it, that makes it so.) We thought it would be a fun thing to blog about so we started a blog, http://thetravelingscarf.blogspot.com/.If you read our About Us page you'llUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882616443780646564.post-14799212955258888792010-11-05T08:19:00.004-04:002010-11-05T08:37:57.427-04:00I'm not going to lie......not having Kristin around sucks. Even when we text each other all day long, it's just not the same. But I think I am doing better without her around. Today is a week since she left and I can't believe it's only been that long. It seems like a lifetime.On Wednesday night I had a bit of a breakdown. Andrew said he was going to go to his parent's house to work the next day (he works from home butUnknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7882616443780646564.post-24305728454523440432010-10-28T08:00:00.001-04:002010-10-28T08:00:12.973-04:00When You Lose SomeoneI suppose I'm not really losing someone, but that's what it feels like. My BFF is moving over 3,000 kilometers away tomorrow morning.I feel very differently about it at different times. Like right now, I feel accepting of it. I mean, I know she's moving because that's where her husband can find work and she wants to be with him. Of course, it's nice for their 2 year old son to be with him as wellUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1