Sadness

My baby boy is gone for the weekend. I miss him already. He's starting his baby solids and can sit unassisted for a whole twenty seconds!

In other sad news, Justin is gone all weekend for recording. So not only is my baby gone, but my baby daddy as well. The weather is horrible and he's going all the way to Toronto. I really hope he's okay up there. I miss his beard already.

And finally, I need to find a new home for my beloved Sirius. We adopted him when I was going into surgery to be a companion for our other cat, Milo. I would be in the hospital for a week at a time and the company was good for Milo. When I started spending more and more time at my own home, I realised that poor Sirius was becoming unhappy.

Sirius is a lot like a puppy. He comes when he's called, he sits in your lap or at your feet, he sleeps on his back. However like a puppy, he needs a lot of attention and with a very busy five month old, I can't give him the attention he deserves. I feel really bad when I have to push him away when Mack needs something. It breaks my heart, but I know he'd be happier somewhere he doesn't have to compete for affection. It's going to be hard to find him a new home.

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No baby, no worries

Mackymoo is not here today. He's with his papa until tomorrow. Normally I would take this opportunity to go out and get "slizzered" as it were, but I'm still recovering. So what are my non-baby type plans?

MOVIE DAY! Movies all day without interruption. Babies are all about interrupting movies.

Movie 1: Disney's Treasure planet.


Movie 2: Disney's Atlantis: The Lost Empire.


Movie 3: Titan A.E.




There's a bit of a theme. So excited.

It was the year 2009;

Ben Somer is playing a show with babydaddy February 24th at Mansion House. Ben Somer is so much more to me than just another folk musician. Ben Somer makes me feel more than nostalgic.

Every time I listen to Ben Somer ( www.myspace.com/bensomer ), I vividly remember walking up the stairs to 22 Hetheringtion Street. I can see the pile of shoes in the entrance way and smell the sweet, musty scent of reefer from Ken's room. I can hear the roommates laughing and coughing all through the house. There was so much love in that house. One by one the roommates moved on and out, but I'll always remember it fondly.

I can remember playing "Like You're Praying" over and over to mend a broken heart. I was so blind to what was really going on. No one likes the feeling of being replaced. There were times when going to 22 felt like I was being slapped in the face. Out of sight, out of mind doesn't work being in the same room with your old sweetheart. That was ages ago, but whenever I play that song, I remember.

I remember hugging friends and talking loudly at 73. All the shows, laughs, photos, fights, hugs. The excitement of a free music scene. Playing ticket-taker when needed. Drinking wine masked in metal water bottles like I was underage. Ben Somer helps me remember these forgotten memories.

I'm so happy where I am today and so thankful for 2009 and all it's memories, good and bad. If I hadn't met that ol' flame, I would never have gone to 22. I would never have met Timur, Sam, Ken, Janine, Joe and of course JJ. I wouldn't have my beautiful baby boy without him.

I would never have heard Ben Somer.

Arghgrhrhhhh So hard to keep this train a moving

We are finally going to get internetz this week so I can have an updated blog. Woohoo.

No internetz= grrrrrr

Anywho, I've had surgery to remove the kidney stones and stent from my body. Can I hear a HALLELUJAH?! Seven months they've taken residence in my urinary system, but the eviction has taken place! Unfortunately, this means four weeks of recovery and no picking up objects that weigh over ten pounds. Mack weighs well over ten pounds. Again, I am saddened.

I think I'm the only person that does not have a Twitter or a Tumblr. I like Tumblr because you basically post crap you think is cool. Short image posts that make people smile.

Twitter however I do not understand. My fifteen year old sister described it to me as a website of just Facebook statuses. Which is cool, but Facebook has status updates. Why do I need a Twitter and a Facebook? Do I double post one status or is one status only for Facebook and the other, Twitter?

Finally, I've decided to chop all my hair off in hopes that my son can longer pull it out. As much as I love glamourous big hair, my son loves to yank on it more. Five-month-olds have a very firm grip and no remorse. I figure by the time my hair grows long again Mackenzie will no longer play tug of war with my tresses.



Hello new hair, how I'll miss my ponytails.

Santa Claus Parade!

Happiest guy ever and he didn't even watch the parade.

Mack is three months old!

My baby boy is three months old today. I love him so much. I can hardly believe it's been a quarter of a year since he was born.

I remember every day of my last trimester being a nightmare. It dragged on and on. In my last month of pregnancy, I googled "how to induce labour" every day and tried all sorts of things. I drank raspberry leaf tea, bounced on an exercise ball, walked everywhere and he wouldn't budge. Because of my kidney stones, I was able to have him induced early since he was full term and I was in extreme discomfort.

I was induced Monday and two days of contractions later at 6:55pm on Wednesday August 25th, Mackenzie Benjamin Jacob Noel Jennings was born. He weighed 6lbs and 13 ounces. Which was pretty good considering he was almost two weeks early. He was tiny though, the only outfits that fit were for premies.

Now I have a 15 pound, roly poly three month old and all the days preceding are such a blur. Those nights in the pediatric wing for his jaundice, the endless feedings, the constant demand of his newborn screams all seem like ages ago.

Mack is changing everyday. He smiles all the time. He's always watching us and taking in everything we do. He holds his head steady and is putting more and more weight on his legs. He has strong opinions, he knows what he wants and when he wants. If he wants to nurse, he's going to nurse, no binkies or nunus will stop it.

I'm happier now than I've ever been. I regret nothing I've done in my past because if I changed anything at all, I wouldn't be able to hold my strong, sweet boy in my arms and see gorgeous eyes watching me wherever I go.

Happy Three Months little Mack. Mommy loves you more than you know.

Oh and Daddy too.

No dignity

I recently had a 50 year old woman feel up my ladybits. I could end the blog there, but I feel like an explaination is in order.

I had an ECG done last week and I was under the impression that I could at least wear a bra during the procedure. Nope, the nurse basically told me to strip it down for the waist up and gave me a "privacy sheet" to wrap around myself. So I do so and she rips it down past my chest and just leaves my belly covered! Thanks for not looking at my stretch marks... really cared about that when my boobs are out. I so did not want to give her eye contact, but she wanted to have a pleasent conversation throughout the procedure. Awesome.

Lately I've been obsessed with reading and saving new recipes. I love it. I have never been more addicted to a website than I am with Cooks.com. I have at least six different casseroles lined up.

Tuesday I have another ultrasound. I'm so excited. Please be a giant baby so you can come out early! I'm going to eat as much sugar as possible, hopefully he gains two pounds. He probably won't though.

Back to my recipes.