Thursday, August 25, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Bellflower Books Blog: Guest Post Series ~ Post by, Shannon Szemenyei of ...
I'm guest blogging today over on Bellflower Books, for their Meaningful Person series.
Hop over, give it a read and leave some love.
PS: grab a tissue
Bellflower Books Blog: Guest Post Series ~ Post by, Shannon Szemenyei of ...: My Dad Meaningful Person Guest Post by, Shannon Szemenyei of Sweet Stellas I’m not really sure where to begin with this guest post. When I...
Hop over, give it a read and leave some love.
PS: grab a tissue
Bellflower Books Blog: Guest Post Series ~ Post by, Shannon Szemenyei of ...: My Dad Meaningful Person Guest Post by, Shannon Szemenyei of Sweet Stellas I’m not really sure where to begin with this guest post. When I...
Monday, August 22, 2011
Mama Needs a New Bag
Well...the unthinkable happened. My lovely SkipHop Via Messenger bag is no more...like literaly needs to be thrown out.
I was unloading it today after being away all weekend (Bachelorette Party weekend in Collingwood! woohoo!) to wipe it down and give it a wash and there was this terrible stank coming from it.
At first I thought C had left a dirty diaper in the wet pocket...open it up and EW!
I almost threw up in my mouth.
Mold, moisture, stank and just general unpleasantness
So, mama's...looks like I need a new bag.
Comment with your suggestions! Below are some styles that I love...
Criteria for the new bag:
- decent sized pockets for wipes and diapers inside (I really only need 2 pockets)
- a pocket for my wallet
- a pocket for my blackberry
- diaper change pad included (or a pocket for it)
- decent sized middle pocket for toys, sippy cups, sweaters, socks...books...anything that Owen might need while we're out and about
- stroller clips (MUST!)
- decently affordable
I was unloading it today after being away all weekend (Bachelorette Party weekend in Collingwood! woohoo!) to wipe it down and give it a wash and there was this terrible stank coming from it.
At first I thought C had left a dirty diaper in the wet pocket...open it up and EW!
I almost threw up in my mouth.
Mold, moisture, stank and just general unpleasantness
So, mama's...looks like I need a new bag.
Comment with your suggestions! Below are some styles that I love...
Criteria for the new bag:
- decent sized pockets for wipes and diapers inside (I really only need 2 pockets)
- a pocket for my wallet
- a pocket for my blackberry
- diaper change pad included (or a pocket for it)
- decent sized middle pocket for toys, sippy cups, sweaters, socks...books...anything that Owen might need while we're out and about
- stroller clips (MUST!)
- decently affordable
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Officially Cleared
This is a post that I've been meaning to write for a little while now, but wanted to wait until it was official.
Wednesday of last week marked a very awesome day in my book of mommyhood. I had my last meeting with Sue and Gaetane, my health nurses that have been coming to see Owen and I since he was 3 weeks old.
We went over routine things like how did I enjoy the program, what did I like and not like, and most importantly, how did I feel a year later.
Admittedly, I was emotional. Not in the I-can't-do-this-without-you way, but in a I'm-going-to-miss-you! way. In anticipation of the appointment, I started thinking about where I was a year ago.
Thrown blackberries, soothers and remotes. Fits of screaming and anger.
Pumping a measly 1.5oz every 2-3 hours. Blogging in the middle of the night.
Not sleeping for hours on end. Nap training during the dead of winter and feeling trapped.
Now, where am I?
It felt so good to tell them that I'm actually happy. I feel like a mom; seeing Owen smile at me, reach for me, toddle over and sit on my lap while we watch Shrek together, snuggle into me when he's scared or hurt...it all makes me feel like a mom, and I finally like that feeling.
Finally, I feel like I can breathe, like I really do know what is best for Owen, like I am the light in his world and his Mama and Daddy are the most important people in his life.
So, that's what I told them.
Their response? They were so incredibly proud. Like...over the moon proud of this Mama for getting through Post Partum Depression.
In terms of Owen's naps, they said that they want to bottle me up as an example for the other mom's that they see.
When it comes to baby food making and toddler feeding, they love my enthusiasm for making everything fresh and wholesome for Owen.
When it comes to mama-kiddo relationship and bond, they see the light in his eyes when he sees me and giggle when he half-walk-half-crawls over and into my lap for a kiss.
I can say this with 100% certainty now...I'm officially cleared of PPD, and it feels pretty awesome.
Wednesday of last week marked a very awesome day in my book of mommyhood. I had my last meeting with Sue and Gaetane, my health nurses that have been coming to see Owen and I since he was 3 weeks old.
We went over routine things like how did I enjoy the program, what did I like and not like, and most importantly, how did I feel a year later.
Admittedly, I was emotional. Not in the I-can't-do-this-without-you way, but in a I'm-going-to-miss-you! way. In anticipation of the appointment, I started thinking about where I was a year ago.
Thrown blackberries, soothers and remotes. Fits of screaming and anger.
Pumping a measly 1.5oz every 2-3 hours. Blogging in the middle of the night.
Not sleeping for hours on end. Nap training during the dead of winter and feeling trapped.
Now, where am I?
It felt so good to tell them that I'm actually happy. I feel like a mom; seeing Owen smile at me, reach for me, toddle over and sit on my lap while we watch Shrek together, snuggle into me when he's scared or hurt...it all makes me feel like a mom, and I finally like that feeling.
Finally, I feel like I can breathe, like I really do know what is best for Owen, like I am the light in his world and his Mama and Daddy are the most important people in his life.
So, that's what I told them.
Their response? They were so incredibly proud. Like...over the moon proud of this Mama for getting through Post Partum Depression.
In terms of Owen's naps, they said that they want to bottle me up as an example for the other mom's that they see.
When it comes to baby food making and toddler feeding, they love my enthusiasm for making everything fresh and wholesome for Owen.
When it comes to mama-kiddo relationship and bond, they see the light in his eyes when he sees me and giggle when he half-walk-half-crawls over and into my lap for a kiss.
I can say this with 100% certainty now...I'm officially cleared of PPD, and it feels pretty awesome.
Monday, August 15, 2011
Friday, August 12, 2011
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Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Book Review: Love, Rosie
I've been meaning to write book reviews for my 25 in 2011 books...so I'm going to back track now and write about the first book of 2011, Love, Rosie by Cecelia Ahren
Now, if you've read PS: I Love You, then you know that Cecelia is a fantastic author. I wasn't quite sure what to expect from Love, Rosie and when I started it, I thought that perhaps I had picked up the wrong book and was reading a teeny-bopper novel.
It starts off with Rosie and Alex, writing notes back and forth in class, getting caught and being kids. Harmless fun, but you can tell that Rosie likes Alex, and Alex likes Rosie.
Skip forward a few chapters and one loves the other, but for some reason or another these two crazy kids can't work things out. They both go off, get married to other people, have babies, get divorced and watch their kids grow up.
I don't want to give away much more than that, but I would definitely recommend this book to anyone looking for a lighthearted page-turner. I think I finished it within a couple of days while on vacation. I couldn't wait to sit down and see what Alex and Rosie were up to next!
Now, if you've read PS: I Love You, then you know that Cecelia is a fantastic author. I wasn't quite sure what to expect from Love, Rosie and when I started it, I thought that perhaps I had picked up the wrong book and was reading a teeny-bopper novel.
It starts off with Rosie and Alex, writing notes back and forth in class, getting caught and being kids. Harmless fun, but you can tell that Rosie likes Alex, and Alex likes Rosie.
Skip forward a few chapters and one loves the other, but for some reason or another these two crazy kids can't work things out. They both go off, get married to other people, have babies, get divorced and watch their kids grow up.
I don't want to give away much more than that, but I would definitely recommend this book to anyone looking for a lighthearted page-turner. I think I finished it within a couple of days while on vacation. I couldn't wait to sit down and see what Alex and Rosie were up to next!
Monday, August 8, 2011
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Losing a Friend Sucks : Obituary: View Christine Cameron-Boshart's Obituary by Toronto Star
Christine Chrissie Cameron-Boshart Obituary: View Christine Cameron-Boshart's Obituary by Toronto Star
Today, I've been feeling angry. Why do amazing people like my dear friend Chrissie get taken from this world so soon?
I met Chrissie through Delta Gamma at Wilfrid Laurier University. Never in a million years did I ever think that I would be a sorority girl...but there I was...rushing.
Chrissie met us with open arms, and the biggest and brightest smile I have ever seen. She was wonderful as a sister - a true embodiment of our Do Good motto, and I didn't fully appreciate how amazing she was while I was in university.
That appreciation came years later, when over a few facebook messages back and forth about General Hospital (yes seriously...the show. Sam and Jason finally got engaged!! Squee!! And I totally called it that Brenda would leave Sonny and somehow wind up back with Jax!)
Most recently, Chrissie helped me (though I'm sure she didn't even realize that she was) with my Post Partum Depression. When I was having low days and would logon facebook or twitter, she was there with an encouraging word, and I wouldn't even need to say anything. She just knew that I needed it. She would send me the most amazing messages, filled with so much hope, and love. She truly believed in me, and i will be forever thankful for that.
Words cannot express how much I will miss our daily tweets and messages. It's so weird now that it's all stopped.
I had last chatter with her on Tuesday, just one day before she underwent the spinal surgery that was supposed to fix everything....once and for all.
I had just sent her a journal that I had painted for her...with a note to say Thank you for believing in me. Instead of writing about her recovery, which she was so looking forward to, her friends and family will be writing messages to her in it. The journal will be given to Chrissie, and will go with her on the rest of her journey.
Losing a friend sucks
Today, I've been feeling angry. Why do amazing people like my dear friend Chrissie get taken from this world so soon?
I met Chrissie through Delta Gamma at Wilfrid Laurier University. Never in a million years did I ever think that I would be a sorority girl...but there I was...rushing.
Chrissie met us with open arms, and the biggest and brightest smile I have ever seen. She was wonderful as a sister - a true embodiment of our Do Good motto, and I didn't fully appreciate how amazing she was while I was in university.
That appreciation came years later, when over a few facebook messages back and forth about General Hospital (yes seriously...the show. Sam and Jason finally got engaged!! Squee!! And I totally called it that Brenda would leave Sonny and somehow wind up back with Jax!)
Most recently, Chrissie helped me (though I'm sure she didn't even realize that she was) with my Post Partum Depression. When I was having low days and would logon facebook or twitter, she was there with an encouraging word, and I wouldn't even need to say anything. She just knew that I needed it. She would send me the most amazing messages, filled with so much hope, and love. She truly believed in me, and i will be forever thankful for that.
Words cannot express how much I will miss our daily tweets and messages. It's so weird now that it's all stopped.
I had last chatter with her on Tuesday, just one day before she underwent the spinal surgery that was supposed to fix everything....once and for all.
I had just sent her a journal that I had painted for her...with a note to say Thank you for believing in me. Instead of writing about her recovery, which she was so looking forward to, her friends and family will be writing messages to her in it. The journal will be given to Chrissie, and will go with her on the rest of her journey.
Losing a friend sucks
Monday, August 1, 2011
Neil Diamond - Sweet Caroline High Quality
In honour of a dear friend and {sister}, Christine Cameron, who passed away suddenly on Sunday July 31st, 2011.
I will not say goodbye to you, I will not bid farewell
I will simply say "until we meet again"
Picasso
Just now getting around to uploading a bunch of videos to our Youtube Channel...here's Owen painting one of Daddy's Father's Day gifts!
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