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conversations…

A conversation Jason and I had yesterday morning after I asked J if he had got up with Joey in the middle of the night because I didn’t hear him.  J confirmed he had, but it only took about 15 minutes to get him back down.  Aka, the reason why Men aren’t in charge of tracking baby milestones.

Me: Was he awake, awake, or was he just making noises in his sleep and you went into check and picked him up?
Jason: He was awake, awake. He was just sitting up in his crib kind of crying waiting for someone to come in.
Me: He was sitting up? Why didn’t you come get me?
Jason: Why would I come get you?
Me:  Um… maybe becaue it was the first time he sat up from lying down and I’d want to see it!
Jason: No it’s not, he’s been sitting up on his own for a couple of weeks now.
Me: No he hasn’t!!
Jason: Sure he has, he’s done it a bunch of times when he and I are playing on the floor.
Me: ?????

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max and ruby…

Okay – so, I’ve started to let Joey watch cartoons.  They’re not THAT bad, are they?  It gives Mommy a few moments of peace a day to do important things like wash the dishes and… er… surf the net ;)   I’m not new to cartoons.  I have plenty of nieces and nephews so I’m well versed on the who’s who of the Treehouse world.  One of the shows I’m not that into, but Joey seems to enjoy (of course) is Max and Ruby.  Seriously.  Where the heck are these kids parents?

That question is one that my siblings and I regularily discuss (sad, yes) as we try to figure out where they are.  You can google Where Are Max and Ruby’s parents and you’ll find a ton of pages dedicated to the topic.  People have plenty of theories, some are quite far fetched.  We’ve come up with some of our own.  Max and Ruby are latch key kids.  Alchoholics passed out on the couch.  The list goes on.  I decided to get to the bottom of it and asked the kids.  My Niece responded just with, there ARE no parents and became quite upset when I pushed the topic.  Like, she didn’t really want to think too hard about it – they just aren’t there, okay?

Then, I asked my 7 year old Nephew wondering what his thoughts were.  He thought about it, seemed as if he’d never noticed it before and finally, after a few moments said “I think that they’re dead”.

…..

Well then.  There you have it.

no choice…

When Jason and I were waiting at the Hosptial to be picked up.  A Woman came rushing in carrying a baby and crying.  There was an EMT walking beside her saying ‘Calm down, I’ll show you where it is…’ and off they ran down the hallway.  20 minutes later I saw her again, I was waiting in the pharmacy for Jason’s prescriptions and she came in searching for diapers.  There were only newborn sized. and she was distressed, shaking, holding back tears asking where she could buy size 5’s.  They directed her to the pharmacy down the street.  Five minutes later she was back, still shaking, more distressed looking at the diapers obviously trying to figure out if they could work.  I told her I had size three’s in the car, but it was around the corner.  She looked at me, pleading eyes, asking if I could bring them to her upstairs.  I felt horrible, terrible, but I couln’t.  Joey needed to be fed and I couldn’t make Jason sit in a car in the rain just after being released from the hospital because I could just imagine the pain he was in.  I apologized, told her I couldn’t but went to the shelf to see what we could find that would work.  There were adult sized Depends.   It seemed to be the closest thing that could work.  She looked doubtful, but I assured her she could make it work.  Her baby needed diapers, it’s better then nothing.  If it were my kid, I would have used them.  Then, she brought them to the cashier, $27,98!  I thought she was going to be sick right there.  I came up, pulled out my credit card and handed it to the cashier and told her I’d take care of it.  The woman through up her hands and said no, I can’t let you do that, the tears came in more.  I put my hands around her, told her that I wanted to do this, that I needed to do this for her baby.  I told her one year ago, I was in her shoes and asked her to please let me do this.  I started to cry, she cried.  I hugged her again, patted her back.  I didn’t do it to feel good, I did it because one year ago my life came crashing down around me and certain acts of kindness by strangers is what got me through it.  I did it because hopefully this one little insignificant action will lessen her burden.  I did it so she could go upstairs and hold her baby and sit with her Husband who was just brought in by ambulance. 

I did it because I had to.

one year…

One year ago today, we loaded up the car, said good-bye to my Brother who was living with us at the time and headed to meet up with my SIL at the cottage. About 15 minutes after leaving, we witnessed the tail end of a very serious accident. Tires screaching, loud thud and a car speeding off, a woman lay on the road right beside our car. My Husband quickly pulled the car over and ran to the woman, calling 911 on the way. My FIL ran behind him to see what he could do, my MIL stayed in the car obviously shaken over what we had just seen. I ran to the road, searching for any signs of the contents of the baby carriage that was thrown a good 20 feet away from the woman.

It seemed like forever, but finally the police and ambulance showed up. The woman was faiding away, it was obvious to everyone around that she probably wouldn’t make it. We were relieved to discover that the baby carriage wasn’t carrying a baby, but rather the woman’s groceries as she was heading home from the store. Nothing else for us to do, we provided our info to the police and got back into the car to continue on our way to the highway. News crews showing up, I called my Brother at our house and warned him that if he heard anything on the news about a car accident, not to worry, it wasn’t us, we’re all fine just delayed with our travel.

We were all upset, of course, it was a pretty silent car ride after that. About 10 minutes after leaving, we were on the highway and on our way to the cottage. We turned on the radio to the local news station for any update on the woman and the news report stated that she was in critical condition and not expected to survive.

At that moment, the turn signal light of a 53′ transport truck started blinking in my Husbands driver side window as the truck moved over to our lane and changed our lives forever.

Within 20 minutes, the chain of calls happened and everyone in my family was notified. My poor Brother, confused, corrected my Mother and told her no, we were fine, he had just spoken to me 30 minutes ago and I assured him that everything was okay and that we were not in an accident.

There are a lot of what if’s from that night. What if Jason had of asked Father drive the first half of the trip. What if I had of sat in the front seat, would I have pulled him out of the way like his Dad did.

But mostly, I often imagine what if we hadn’t of stopped.

baby steps…

I remember back when my Niece was first born, my BIL told us that a babies growth and development was measured in inches. Every small new thing was amazing and exciting and even though it may seem insignificant, it was awesome to watch.

The past three months have been sureal. I can’t even describe what it’s like to watch this little guy become a person. He’s only three months old, but he’s developing a personality that’s all his own. He smiles and laughs and makes jokes and play games. He coughs and then pretends to cough and then laughs just to get our reaction. He farts and poops and then laughs and acts like a little boy, already. He grabs at his toys and shakes them and pulls the cord to make them play music. He amazes us every day with every little thing he does.

Having Jason at home has made this experience a lot different then I thought it would. Our days are spent talking about the colour of poo, how funny his laugh is and calling out to the other to grab the camera or video recorder to capture something else incredible that he’s doing. We just sit there, watching him, playing with him, amazed by him.

We wake up in the morning to the sound of him talking and laughing in his basinet. He hasn’t woken up crying once yet. He’s such a happy little guy I never knew it was possible for a baby to smile as much as he does. Even when he’s sleeping, his lips curl up. I’ve had the best naps of my life over the past three months with him curled up in my arms.

Everything he does, every breath, every sound is absolutely amazing to watch and I feel blessed to be the one that created and carried this little miracle.

when Joey can talk, I’ll write more about him too…

Today I went shopping with my Mom, Sister and Nieces. I was picking up some new outfits for Joey (who just turned three months today yet is wearing 6-12 month sized clothing!!) and the girls were picking out a few things for themselves. My four year old niece picked out a cute shirt and had the following conversation with my Mom. It just shows that peer pressure really does begin ealier and earlier.

Katie: Isn’t this a cute shirt? I think Amelia will love it!
Mom: You shouldn’t think about what other people think, the important thing is will you love it?
Katie: looking closely at the shirt Yes, I love it… and… I really think my girlfriends will too!

As I’ve said time and time before… she’s four going on 14…