Diaper Dude

Now, many of you may have been curious about my attempt to incorporate cloth diapers into my baby routine.  Once Zed’s belly button cleared up, I was ready to go. The first attempt was not so great, as I didn’t realize that I needed a diaper pant to cover the cloth diaper. The second attempt was a THOUSAND times better, since THAT diaper had a cover built in. No leakage. All awesome.  So, I am all on board with the cloth diapers. Yesterday, I picked up a few diaper covers and now I’ll be able to use the other type of diapers without any problem.  So, cloth diapers: 1, disposable diapers: 0.

The Boy seems to be doing somewhat okay with the addition of Zed. There are a couple things that I have to remember when he has a melt down or gets all hyper: 1) The Boy is three years old. He probably would behave that way regardless of who did or didn’t join his family and 2) He DOES have to deal with a new addition to his family. Grown adults have a hard time with gaining AND losing family members. DH and I just have to remember to give The Boy all the attention that we can and I personally have to remember to not focus all my attention on Zed.

So, how IS Baby Zed doing? We went to the midwives’ clinic last week and he now weighs 10 lbs. 5 oz. Which is a pretty amazing gain for only two weeks.  He doesn’t look that big to me, but when I dropped by the office yesterday to see Auntie Bella, she thought that Zed had grown a whole lot. I guess it’s like that old adage, “A watched newborn, never grows…”

Zed’s a really good baby. I was afraid that he’d be the opposite of his brother, but he’s been pretty much the same. If anything, he’s easier, since I now have half a clue about what I’m doing.  Today, I’m actually able to write on the blog since The Boy is at daycare for one of his two daycare days and I’m home with Zed. Yesterday, I got the car for the day and Zed and I went out for a day on the town. I was like a madwoman – driving around the city, binging on the car.

Speaking of binging, as of last Saturday, I joined back up with the Weight Watchers.  It’s a weird situation where I need to get back on the wagon, except, because I’m nursing, I get a boatload of points and it hasn’t really changed how much I’m eating in a day. But it looks like I’ve already lost at least 3 pounds so far, so I’m off to a good start.

The other thing that I started this week was signing up for “Roots of Empathy.” ROE is a program the brings young babies (2-4 months, at first) to school classrooms and teaches students about babies and, of course, empathy for others. As the website states:

“At the heart of the program are a neighbourhood infant and parent who visit the classroom every three weeks over the school year. A trained ROE Instructor coaches students to observe the baby’s development and to label the baby’s feelings. In this experiential learning, the baby is the “Teacher” and a lever, which the instructor uses to help children identify and reflect on their own feelings and the feelings of others…They are more competent in understanding their own feelings and the feelings of others (empathy) and are therefore less likely to physically, psychologically and emotionally hurt each other through bullying and other cruelties. In the ROE program children learn how to challenge cruelty and injustice. Messages of social inclusion and activities that are consensus building contribute to a culture of caring that changes the tone of the classroom.”

Zed and I will start in October and, hopefully, it will be a great experience for both us and the kids. A friend of mine did the program with her first child and I am really excited about doing it myself.

Oh, and finally, run don’t walk to see WALL-E. A fabulous movie. Probably my favorite Pixar movie ever.



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Baby Zed and Big Boy: A Tale of Two Diapers

Tomorrow, Baby Zed turns the ripe old age of three weeks! Old, old baby. And getting older all the time.

Memere is up here in the GTA visiting her oldest and newest grandchildren. She came up with lots of clothes for Zed, not only from her, but also from Uncle Weithy and Aunt Freyapup. All of his new babywear looks absolutely adorable and have come in exceedingly handy. Because, well, Zed has many poopie diapers. Many, many poopie diapers. Today, he also peed all over my lap. Unfortunately, no one sent me any cute new clothes, so I am stuck wearing my old maternity clothes.

Earlier today, Big Boy (fka The Boy) decided that during his toilet training, his best bet would involve peeing on my foot. So, that’s going well. If I can get away without someone (or something) peeing on my head, it will be a miracle indeed.

So…Big Boy’s toilet training… How is it going? Well, it is not as entirely as successful as I would have hoped. But Rome wasn’t toilet trained in a day, so we have to remain optimistic. At least he has no problem putting his new underpants on, even if he doesn’t understand the complete concept of taking them off before voiding one’s bladder. Sigh. Calm blue ocean, calm blue ocean.

But anyway, Baby Zed is doing really well. He was 9 lbs. 5 1/2 oz. when we last weighed him at the midwives’ clinic and we’ll see how he’s grown when he goes back next week. He’s looking cuter all the time, I’ll tell you and as these NEVER BEFORE SEEN photos clearly show.


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Welcome to the World, Baby Zed!

Man, this has taken me forever to write. No time, no time. Anyway…

After much waiting, Baby Zed has arrived in all his, yes his, Zed-ful glory. Here, take a look!

So, if you would like the gory (well, not too gory) details, here they are.

I started going into labor on Wednesday night, after a visit with my midwife. I continued having contractions and watching seemingly endless episodes of So, You Think You Can Dance? on the TV. It was, of course, a very good thing that Pepere was here to help out with The Boy and DH was here to help with me. The midwife came over to the house on Thursday, an actual housecall (!), can you believe it?, and she said I wasn’t progressing all that much and my contractions weren’t consistent enough, which was rather disappointing.

So, another day passed as DH and attempted to count my haphazard contractions until Friday morning when the midwife came over and things seemed to be going really well. I was attempted to deal with the contractions through breathing, but I was getting pretty exhausted at this point. At this point, we decided to go, very slowly go, to the hospital. I slowly dressed, slowly went down the stairs, slowly got in the car, and slowly breathed through my contractions.

When we got there, my midwife, God love her, was already filling out my paperwork and getting my room ready. She got me into my room, got me into a nightgown and let me lay down in my hospital bed and started monitoring Zed. That’s when the nurses told my midwife that because I was a high-risk VBAC patient, she was being taken off my case and there was a transfer of care to the Head of Obstetrics, who I had briefly met twice before. He seemed to act like this was something that I had previously discussed and approved. This was decidedly not the case. And I was certainly in no shape to argue with hospital staff. My midwife was pretty mad about it, with good reason.

Time wore on and then the doctor decided that I needed an epidural. Although I hadn’t really planned on an epidural, I was very, very tired at this point and thought that it might be a good idea. As it turns out it was an excellent idea and for the first time since Wednesday night, I was my normal self. The bonus was that I could feel my legs, which is usually not the case with an epidural and which is one of the reasons that I wasn’t completely on board with one. But this epidural was strictly restricted to the contractions and I gladly watched a stupid Dr. Phil episode.

A couple hours later, the nurses told me it was time to go into the delivery room and that the baby was on his way. I was pretty happy that I had the epidural because I was a touch more rested than I otherwise would have been. Not to say that had labor was all peaches and cream, because it wasn’t. Fortunately we were able to do it in about an hour. And who should show up right at the last minute and perform a painful episiotomy on me and get to catch the baby? Why, it was Dr. Transfer of Care. Thanks for nothing. Glad it was so important that he override the care of my trusted midwife. Jeez, the whole thing is still upsetting.

So, I had a successful VBAC and both Zed and I are healthy and happy. He was born at 6:27pm (The Boy was born at 6:31pm) at 8 lbs. 15 oz and 20 3/4 inches. He’s a great little baby who is a good, strong eater and a good sleeper. It went about as well as I could have hoped considering, despite my midwife’s sudden demotion.

More to come about the first meeting of The Boy and Zed and Zed’s first week of fun.

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So, after a long, long drought, I have decided to return to my blogging duties. Clearly, I have nothing else to do except wait for the (hopefully) immediate arrival of Baby Zed, who is due to arrive on June 7 (Saturday).

Pepere is up visiting The Boy and will be here when/if a trip to the hospital is warranted. The Boy couldn’t be more excited about Pepere visiting and right now they are at the park, playing on the damp swings and slides.

Yesterday, I had my bajillonth ultrasound and it looks like Zed will be a little over 8 lbs., which is good news for both of us. But, I’m still forced to attend midwife visits this week, even though I’m tired and lazy and it just isn’t fair.

As DH would say, Poooor Preggy.

Anyway, poor me.

But mainly right now, it’s just a huge waiting game. I hate all this waiting and I hated it the last time with The Boy. I’ve been terribly patient waiting all this time and now I just want to meet Zed.

So, the countdown begins more or less today.  And now that I’m home on maternity leave, I’ll have time to actually blog it out.

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Old Fashioned Family Fun

So, last weekend was the Family Retreat through my church, and the three of us went. While we had a fun time, no one there had more fun than The Boy. He was running and playing and laughing and eating fruit with the best of them. He had several friends his age there and that was good. But the biggest surprise for me was that he was constantly tended and catered to by the 4th, 5th and 6th grade girls. These girls would chase him (which he totally loves), carry him and and play with him in various and sundry ways.  Oh, he had a huge ball that boy.

We attempted to go sledding (or tobogganing, as they seem to say up here), but The Boy didn’t seem to be all that impressed with it. He only went down the hill four times, so that he could get back the lodge to play Thomas the Tank Engine Uno and run with 10 year old girls. Which isn’t to say that he didn’t go on his sled again. He took it as his main mode of transportation – sitting in it whenever we went to the dining hall.

The whole weekend seemed like a flashback to college. There was late night drinking and loudness, the wearing of pajamas to breakfast, barely awake people in the bathroom in the morning and everyone going to the dining hall in large groups.

All in all, it was a fun little trip. Since The Boy was pretty busy, DH and I were able to play some backgammon and Yahtzee.  That was nice, since we rarely have time to do such things at home. I got to know some people a little better and others for the first time. A good time was had by all.


Not much to update. Baby Zed is still super wiggly and whenever The Boy talks to Zed, Boy says, “It’s not time to come out yet.” I don’t know if that is merely an observation or a not-so-veiled threat.


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As I write this it is snowing. As it has been snowing seemingly forever. I am now officially sick of snow and all possible upcoming future snow.

Now I know what you are saying.

You could have stayed within the warm confines of Southern California and only had to deal with earthquakes, mudslides, and wildfires. True, I could have. But this is an exceptional amount of snow and my house won’t burn down because of a snowstorm.

Although, who knows this winter.

Anyway, enough of my endless complaining. Off to my long waited for description of The Boy’s 3rd Birthday Party.

The Boy has never had a real birthday party with cake and ice cream and all his little friends. This was the first year that he was super excited about his birthday and so it was a lot more fun for all of us.

Here is The Peanut Club, where The Boy’s party was held. Not too long ago we went to a party for one of The Boy’s friends at Chuck E. Cheese and it was so overwhelming that I knew I had to find a more low-key place and The Peanut Club was perfect. We had the place to ourselves and all the toys we could want. The Peanut Club is basically a play area for kids, with toys for all age groups. Lots of riding toys, things to climb and a big slide and ball pit. All the kids had a great time and we had to drag them away from the toys for pizza, cake and ice cream.

Here is The Boy (notice his shirt with a big “3” on it – not bought for the occasion) getting his face painted. The woman asked him if he wanted to be made up like Spiderman or Batman. He quickly said no, he wanted to be a cat! So, here he is getting made up like a kitty.

Here he is checking himself out in the mirror and he seems to like what he sees.

Here he is rocking the air hockey table.

Here is The Boy successfully blowing out is “3” candle. That’s also a first without him spitting all over the cake.

A great time was had by all and The Boy loved everyone who came to celebrate with him (including Memere and Pepere). He loved his presents (and opening them up). And he had just a wonderful birthday. Here’s to another wonderful year!As an aside, if anyone is interested, Baby Zed is doing well. He/she is passing all of his/her tests and secretly told me last night that he/she hates the snow too.

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The Holiday Season is Finally Over

I know. Where have I been? I wish I knew.

The thing is, first of all there was Christmas and illness. Then New Year’s and even more illness. And then I just decided to wait until The Boy’s Big 3rd Birthday Blowout to post and since that happened on Saturday, I’m rested and ready to go!

So, if you are among the handful of people out there that haven’t heard the big news, The Fambly is adding another member. A new baby due in June! Currently, we are calling the little peanut, Baby Zed, which goes like this: Baby Cousin Chloe was originally “Baby X”, Baby Cousin Reilly was “Baby Y” and that made this new baby, “Baby Z.” But, since we are in Canada, Z is pronounced “zed” not “zee” and, voila, Baby Zed.

Anyhoo, everything seems to be going well. I have a cough and cold that I’m slowly beginning to shake, but it’s been hard to deal with. Also, last week DH and I went to get the ultrasound to see the gender of the baby, but Zed wouldn’t cooperate (cheeky monkey) and so we’ll have to prepare for both possibilities. I suppose there could be a third possibility, but I don’t want to consider it.

We had a lovely Christmas, with The Boy in full Holiday mode. He still gets easily distracted by presents and wants to play with all of his toys as soon as he opens them, and he forgot all about his Christmas stocking, but still it was pretty fun for all involved.

In case you weren’t one of the lucky few to witness the excitement, here is some graphic proof:

Here is The Boy with the “big” present: a brand new Toddler-friendly digital camera.

Since he now has a camera, it’s only right to show you the pictures that he took all by himself.

Here is Mommy, a face without eyes:

And here is Fuzzy Daddy:

Artsy, no?

The Boy got lots of cool presents including some fun jigsaw puzzles, which he loves, and a bunch of games, which he also totally loves. He suddenly got interested in matching games like his matching Go, Diego, Go cards and his Dog game where he matches up the toy to the right dog. He seems to have grown up overnight.

Oh, that reminds me! He had to get his haircut before his birthday party and his hair was super shaggy and it looked awful. So, we went to the hair salon at Zeller’s where we had some success last time he got his hair cut. There was a huge wait and weren’t served until the doors had actually closed. The Boy was particularly high-strung and he wouldn’t sit still for a minute. So, I had little confidence when it was his turn to get into the barber’s chair.

But, much to my surprise he didn’t need to sit in my lap or anything. He got right up into his seat and wore his bib-cape-thingy like a Big Boy. He did everything that the hairdresser asked and didn’t fuss or cry even a little bit. It was completely different than every other previous haircut. I was amazed. It’s almost like The Boy’s life will be divided between pre- and post-January 2008 haircut.

Well, I do want to talk about our New Year’s and The Boy’s Big 3rd Birthday Blowout, but I will have to get back to that later this week.

I promise.

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