Sunday, 30 November 2008

He shoots, he SCORES!!

What a GREAT hockey day we've had!

Middleman's team played SO well this afternoon. He refused to eat before the game (he played at 1:00) because he didn't want to "get cramps". I begged and pleaded and he finally agreed to eat a banana. Sigh. I was just glad to have SOMETHING in his tummy for energy.

Anyway, either his not-eating or my forced banana worked! He scored his team's first goal of the game!!! They ended up losing in the end, but what a fantastic game.

Boy Oneder's game was at 6:00 and the whole fam went to watch. If I was not there to see it myself, I would not have believed it...THEY WON! THEY ACTUALLY WON THEIR FIRST GAME OF THE SEASON!!! AND....Boy Oneder scored the team's first goal of the game! YIPPPPPPPPPPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! What an exciting and fantastic game to watch! Those kids (and the coaches) were ECSTATIC!!! They SO deserved this!!!

So now, I have NO voice and everyone in the league thinks I am a mental case, but I.don' My kids played fantastic hockey today and I am PROUD!!!! Pin It

Saturday, 29 November 2008

Sweet dreams

Last night, I slept with Threepeat (per usual...we are co-sleepers) and, for a change, Middleman. Hubster slept with Boy Oneder.

Middleman used to be a kicker, moaner and tooth-grinder. But, no more my friends. My middle child is now a sound, quiet sleeper. In fact, you would not even realize that he was in your bed.

When Threepeat woke up this morning, at 6:45 am....YAWN...Middleman didn't flinch. He is a sound sleeper man.

I sent Threepeat into Boy Oneder's room (where Hubster was hiding out) and, after a few minutes of prodding, Hubster woke up (SHOCK, SURPRISE AND WOW!!!) and changed his diaper. I stayed in bed for 10 minutes. Yeah, I know, I am a loser. I got up at 7:02 am, went downstairs and made egg and cheese bagels for Hubster and Threepeat. Yes, I AM a SAINT.

Anyway, my point is that Middleman, who used to be the most restless sleeper in the world, is now quiet and calm. Do you HEAR that future wives????!!!! Pin It

Thursday, 27 November 2008

Another proud day!

Tonight was parent-teacher interview night, wherein we hear how wonderful our kids are.

Boy Oneder is "a pleasure to teach", "a leader", "going to succeed in ANYTHING he puts his mind to in this lifetime", "extremely intelligent" and "very popular with his classmates".

Middleman is "so sweet", "ALWAYS on task", "so quiet and good mannered", "very well-liked", "quick to help in the classroom" and "a little gem".

THAT, my friends, is what a Mommy likes to hear. Every year, it's the same thing, but I will never, EVER get tired of hearing such wonderful things about my children. Pin It

Wednesday, 26 November 2008

SO proud!

Gosh I love my boys.

Tonight, I am sitting in bed, with my chest puffed out in pride...for today was report card day. Yes, my friends, another term of fantastic report cards. Boy Oneder's reading mark is 82%. EIGHTY-TWO PERCENT. His algebra mark was 97%. NINETY-FREAKING-SEVEN PERCENT!!!! UnBEElievable.

Middleman had 4 A's and 10 B's...most of which were B+'s.

Smart boys!!!

I had the extreme pleasure of accompanying Boy Oneder on a school trip to the Toronto Marlies hockey game today. Seeing all the other grade 7 brats, I was again proud to say that he was mine...well behaved on the bus, quiet and respectful to all the teachers, just a pleasure to be with.

I am blessed beyond blessed with my children. Days like today make me so glad to be a Mom and so thankful to God for giving them to me. Pin It

Monday, 24 November 2008

And the winners are.....

Drawn randomly, from a hat:

First prize : $25.00 Gift Card to Fruits & Passion ...

Wendy (mapsgirl) - WOW Wendy...this is your lucky week girl!!

Four consolation prizes : $10.00 Gift Card to Fruits & Passion ...

jennt (she doesn't have a blog...BAD Jenn! LOL)
Brenda (fungdanny) No blog
Tina L (what's with all you people not having blogs??!!)
Ourfamilyishis (there is a blog, but only invited peeps can see it...can I have an invite please??!!)

Thank you to all who entered. I wish I had more to give away.

Please email me your snail mail addy and I will pop them in the mail ASAP. My email address is

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Sunday, 23 November 2008

Boy oh boy oh boy!!

My first award on this blog! YIPPEE!!

Wendy over at Funny Things Are Everywhere has bestowed this award on me and I am thrilled! Thanks so much Wendy!

As with most awards, there are rules and they are as follows:

1. Put the award up on your blog
2. Add a link to the person who awarded it to you
3. Nominate at least seven other blogs
4. Add links to these blogs on your blog
5. Leave a message for your nominee on their blog

My nominees are:

Mama Mara
Limey Girl
It's a Boy's Life


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Saturday, 22 November 2008

On the mend

I think we are all on the mend (knock wood, fingers crossed, etc.) Threepeat's antibiotics must be working their magic because his fever is gone.

My tummy still hurts, but now, it's bearable. Hubster is much better. Middleman is 100% and Nanna and Boy Oneder are healthy...praise the Lord.

Winter sucks. Sickness sucks.

The boys are off to a pantomime with my Mom and my nieces tomorrow, so I am glad they are well.

Don't forget about my contest. The deadline is tomorrow at 6:00 pm EST. GOOD LUCK!! Pin It

Friday, 21 November 2008 bad.

A HUGE thank you goes out to "Anonymous" for his/her comment about the value of the gift cards for my contest. He/she is in fact correct when he/she says that only one of the gift cards is worth $25.00 the other four are $10.00...we Bzzagents are smart cookies, I tell you!

Ooops. Sorry peeps. I guess this is a lesson for me...if you are going to hold a contest, be sure to know exactly what the prizes are dumbass. Still, $10.00 is better than $0.00 right? Since there are now more than five entries, the names will be drawn from a hat and the first person drawn will get the $25.00 cards. The next four will get the $10.00 cards.


To those who have already commented, I noticed that none of you have completed your tasks correctly EITHER, so I guess I'm not the ONLY dumbass! (I jest). Here is an excerpt from the contest rules for your reference:

If you'd like a gift card, all you have to do is comment here on my blog, telling me what you love about Fruits and Passions products and stores. Also, if you have a blog, you should mention this contest on your blog ( scratch my back and I'll scratch yours baby!)

Those of you who have a blog should go and blog about my super-fantastic contest. Go...go NOW!

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Wednesday, 19 November 2008

!*!*!*!*CONTEST ALERT!*!*!*!

Christmas is almost here. Who couldn't do with an extra $25.00 to spend at a fantastic store...namely Fruits & Passion?! I am a BzzAgent with and just for spreading the word about how great Fruits & Passion is, I have five gift cards to give away...$25.00 a pop.

Hubster and I absolutely LOVE the Cucina hand soap and cream...the smell of the coriander and olive oil fragrance is just so amazing. I bought my first set at Niagara Falls Casino a couple of years ago and now, I will have no other soap in my kitchen!!!

If you'd like a gift card, all you have to do is comment here on my blog, telling me what you love about Fruits and Passions products and stores. Also, if you have a blog, you should mention this contest on your blog ( scratch my back and I'll scratch yours baby!)

Contest deadline is this Sunday, November 22nd at 6:00 pm EST. If there are more than five entries, names will be drawn from a hat.

Have fun and good luck!

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Monday, 17 November 2008

The next Canadian Idol?

My little man is proving to be quite the crooner!

What do YOU think?


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Sunday, 16 November 2008

Sleepover at Grandma's

Boy Oneder and Middleman spent the night at Grandma's house last night. They LOVE going to Grandma's house to sleep...I think she secretly spoils them! ;o)

Anyway, apparently, Middleman didn't have a very good night. He had tummy ache. He didn't eat supper and went to bed with just a couple of cookies and milk in his belly. At 12:30, he went into Grandma's room with a belly ache and she cuddled with him and he spent the rest of the night in her bed.

He wasn't himself most of yesterday and I think the main reason was because the boy who slept over kept him up until 11:15 (Middleman DOES like his bed and 11:15 is WAAAY past bedtime) as well as waking him up at 6:00 am. Not good. Middleman needs his sleep.

So, all day, he was exhausted and out of sorts, but Grandma told me she had a long chat with him and it turns out that the probable cause of his tummy troubles is actually nerves. Long story short, he was thinking about his hockey game this morning and was worrying about whether he would get there on time (10:00). Grandma lives 30 minutes in the opposite direction of the arena where he was to play and I think it was worrying him. I called this morning and after a short discussion with Grandma, told Middleman that he didn't have to play and apparently, he made a miraculous recovery.

He has been "playing it up" a little this afternoon because he wouldn't want us to think he was a faker, but as I type this, his friend is here and they are laughing and playing Wii.


So, he got out of another hockey game. He hates to exercise and loves to loaf around...hmmm...wonder where he got THAT gene...CERTAINLY not from ME...his over-achieving, fit, healthy, active mother. (rolls eyes) Pin It

Saturday, 15 November 2008

Birthday cake and vomit...not necessarily in that order.

Threepeat has had a cold for a few days. Nothing at all major, just a yucky, gunky, stuffy and runny nose.

We had the neighbour twins' birthday party today and knowing the typical party fare, pizza would be the main course. The party was at a really fun playplace, so I knew that Threepeat would have very little time to sit and eat, so I made him some pastina before we left. He ate most of it and got really messy in the process, so I carried him into the family room to change him. My big mistake? I carried him with my arm under his belly, on my side...putting pressure on his "full o' pastina" belly. I sat him on my lap and he burped. Then he made a funny face. Then he gagged. All was quiet for a moment and then I heard that sound. You know...THAT sound...the gurgling, bubbling sound of vomit making its way back up the esophagus...EVERY mother knows that sound.

I had just taken off his pastina-covered pants, so I held them under his chin and caught the little mouthful of puke...nice. I yelled for MIL as I could hear the rumbling in his tummy again and I ran into the kitchen. We JUST missed the sink. Bits of pastina were flying everywhere...all over me, the floor, Threepeat, the counter, MIL, EVERYWHERE. Ewwwww.

I got him cleaned up with MIL and then limped away to change. UGH.

I got him re-dressed and we headed out for the party. I'm sure that the puking was not sicknesss related, but was caused by the pressure I put on his belly, otherwise, there would be NO way I would have taken him.

He ran around like a champ at the party and ate fruit and cake. He loved the cake...he ate Middleman's piece AND Boy Oneder's leftovers. He is sleeping now and I'm not suprised. He was NON-STOP action for the two hours that we were at the party!

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Friday, 14 November 2008

Ready? Aim...PEE!

What is it with boys and bad aim?

I'm not talking about aiming when throwing a baseball...most boys rock at that. I'm not talking about aiming a watergun...well not really anyway...boys are usually great at soaking whatever poor sucker is their target.

What I am talking about is their God-given waterguns. You know...their pee-pees. Middleman is NOTORIOUS for missing the toilet. Well, he doesn't miss the toilet altogether...he misses the WATER in the toilet bowl. He showers the seat, the floor, sometimes he even hits the GARBAGE CAN for the love of all things holy, but hitting that water is a real difficult task for him!

I got pretty angry with him one day after he had JUST walked out of the loo. He denied that he was the one who did it, but there was urine everywhere. He cried while I made him clean it up...I KNOW it was him because I used the bathroom right before he did and there was no pee in sight when *I* was in there. Anyway, I told him that from now on, he had to sit down to pee. Well, him aim was a little better from a seated position and for a long time, there were no pee puddles to clean. I also told him that if his aim didn't improve, he would be punished. (read as: lose his Nintendo DS for a spell) It's AMAZING what a boy can do when faced with such a cruel and unusual punishment!

But slowly, the puddles started showing up again. I approached Middleman about a week ago and he SWORE that he sits down to pee EVERY time. So, I snuck in on him one day when he least expected it. He was sitting down! BUT...when he was done, I went back in for an inspection and low and behold there was pee on the toilet seat. I asked him what happened and he told me that he drips when he is done and...get this...I am quoting here: "I always wobble it when I am done, but sometimes, there are still drips left over and they fall when I stand up." HA! So could I be mad?

So I told him that when he stands up, he must check for drippage and if there is any, he needs to use toilet paper to clean the seat/floor. He agreed and so far, so good.

So, you moms out there who have girls...feel for me will ya?

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Thursday, 13 November 2008

And then there were FIVE to my ONE


In a weak moment, I called Middleman's friend's mom and invited him for a sleep over tomorrow night.


ANOTHER boy? A NINE YEAR OLD boy to boot? It is ALL about the Chaotic cards and Nintendo Wii. Sigh.

When my boys finally bring home girlfriends, is it inappropriate for me to latch on to said girls and be their BFF?

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Threepeat has a cold

Poor baby. His nose is all stuffy and he is finding it hard to breathe.

He's such a champ though...he is tough as nails and doesn't act sick, unlike his drama-queen brothers.

That's it for today...I have to go and wipe his nose for the 50th time this morning (its 8:22 am). Pin It

Monday, 10 November 2008

Boy oh Boy oh Boy!

Welcome to the world of Dawn...

It's a busy world full of snips and snails and puppy dog tails.
It's a masculine world of testosterone and sweat.
It's a dirty world of open toilet seats and fart contests.
It's a mean world of yelling and punch fighting.
It's a blue world where the only pink items are my underwear and the odd frilly bra.
It's a lonely world where I am outnumbered four to one.
It's a tough world that is NOT for the weak.

My goal with this blog is to let you into my world. The world of my three sons.

Boy oh Boy oh Boy will this be fun.
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Sunday, 9 November 2008

"Hockey sucks"

That was what Boy Oneder had to say after yet ANOTHER loss tonight. Boy Oneder was on the losingest team EVER last year and unfortunately, this year is proving to be a duplication. The team is REALLY bad. The worst part? Hubster is the coach this year.

I watched the game tonight and it was painful. There are only about three or four kids on the team that actually hustle. The rest of them float around like little butterflies...they'll get there when they get there. It's beyond frustrating.

Boy Oneder scored the first goal of the game, and what a beautiful goal it was...but it all went downhill from there. The final score was 7-3. Last week's slaughter was 9-0. I guess tonight was an improvement if you are a glass-half-full kind of person.

Unforch, Boy Oneder is NOT one of those people tonight. His glass is bordering on empty. He's pissed. And to be honest, who can blame him? This is houseleague hockey...the teams should be balanced so that if they do lose, it's not a complete blow out. The convenor claims he has done all he can...blah, blah, blah...but in the meantime, these kids are losing It sucks to lose so badly ALL the time.

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Friday, 7 November 2008

Boy Oneder

In February, 1995, I quit smoking in preparation for getting pregnant. Hubster wanted me to have quit for at least six months before we even started trying because he didn't want me to relapse, so on a cold and bitter winter night on February 4th, 1995, I smoked my last cigarette. It was TOUGH. I used the patch, which helped, but it certainly still took everything in me to stop.

In May, it had been three months since I quit and I was getting antsy. I started bugging Hubster to start trying to begin our family. I don't know if it was my begging or the wine I fed him, but we started trying. We did everything according to the books, watching my cycles and "meeting" on the right nights. May turned to June and June turned to July and I wasn't pregnant. I thought for SURE it would only take once...isn't that what our parents tell us when we are teeneagers? Sigh. In August, I started taking my temperature every morning and using charts and reading fertility websites and stuff. Nothing. September rolled around. Another big fat NEGATIVE. I was devastated. It was also at this point that I "accepted" the fact that I was baron...never to conceive a child.

October came around and I had pretty much given up. I checked my temperature in the mornings and it never rose above the baseline. I told myself that I wasn't ovulating and was a lost cause. Unfortunately, no doctor would even see me until I had been trying to conceive for a full year. Dammit.

Imagine my surprise on that early November day when I peed on a stick and saw a pink line. OMGOSH!!! I was STUNNED. Hubster hadn't come home from work yet, so I had no one to show it to. The short time it took him to get home felt like HOURS, but I was waiting for him on the porch, barely able to breathe. I ran up to him and showed him my stick. It was dark, so we went inside and he saw it. The darkest pink line you could even imagine. I thought for sure that there was something wrong with the HPT...that line was SO must have been a dud. We hopped in the car and drove to Shoppers Drug Mart, where we picked up another double pack of home pregnancy tests. I would only need one. The line was just as dark. WE WERE PREGNANT!!!

I realize now that six months is NOT a long time to try to conceive, but when you are going through the emotional hell of it, ANY amount of time is hell. My heart goes out to women who try for YEARS.

So now that I was pregnant, I thought of NOTHING else. It consumed me morning, noon and night.

About two weeks after I found out we were expecting, the morning, noon and night sickness kicked in. After 14 weeks of pure hell, requiring me to take Diclectin in order to function, the nausea finally wore off. THAT my friends was awful. The sciatica kicked in quite nicely afterwards, along with hemmoroids and heart burn. Oh yes friends, pregnancy certainly did NOT agree with me.

Towards the end of my pregnancy, I knew I was having a boy. Not because we found out through an ultrasound or some other medicial technology. Not even because MIL's side of the family all told me it was so because I sat on a knife instead of scissors, I had no butt and I was all belly. No folks, I knew he was a boy because I grew balls. I swore like a trucker and had patience for NO ONE. It as pretty nasty.

I was due on July 7th, 1996, but Boy Oneder decided that June 28th would be his 5:23 pm to be exact. I had my first contractions in the night of the 27th and didn't realize that they were contractions...oh yes my friends, I had BACK LABOUR. Ouch is an understatement. Long story short, I went to the doctor for my regular appointment at 11:15 and was 4 cms dilated. He told me to go home and have a snack and go to the hospital around 1:00. We arrived at 1:30 and I was 5-6 cms. They broke my water at 2:40 and all hell broke loose WITH my water. Back labour is excrutiating torture. Boy Oneder came into this world and I did it without the help of any drugs. He weighed 6 lbs, 15 ozs. From June 28th, 1996 at 5:23 pm, a piece of my heart has walked outside of my body.

Boy Oneder was named for his two grandfathers. It is an Italian tradition to name the first son after the father's father and I wanted my Dad honoured as well, so his middle name is my Dad's.

His grandfathers, who have both passed away, adored Boy Oneder. Hubster's Dad had his namesake and my Dad had his boy. They worshipped the ground that kid walked on. It breaks my heart that neither of them are still here to see what a wonderful boy he is growing up to be. They both played a part in his wonderful personality.

And that is the story of my Boy Oneder. My handsome, sensitive, loving, affectionate Boy Oneder.

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When Boy Oneder turned two, we started getting "So when are you having another one?"

To be completely honest, I was very happy with just Boy Oneder. I was a very nervous first-time Mom and I lost alot of sleep over things like minor colds and things that I realize now were ridiculous. I missed out on alot of Boy Oneder's infancy and toddlerhood because of worry...unfounded, extreme and debilitating worry. I dreaded the thought of adding another child to my worry list which was already overflowing.

But, I wanted a brother or sister for Boy Oneder. My Mom was an only child and she always told me she hated being so lonely. I didn't want Boy Oneder to be lonely all his life. So, in August, 1998, we started trying. I started charting my temperature right away and was thrilled to see a rise in the first month! Woot! But alas, August turned to September and still no BFP.

October 13th is obviously a lucky day for Hubster and I because that's the day I got pregnant with Middleman...3 years to the DAY since I got pregnant with Boy Oneder! What are the chances of THAT? After a blood test to confirm that I was in fact pregnant, my doctor confirmed a due date of July 7th, 1999...three years to the day of Boy Oneder's due date! Amazing.

In true Dawn form, I got extreme nausea within two weeks of my pregnancy confirmation, only this time, it was worse. I had a toddler to take care of as well as a baby in my belly that was causing EVERYTHING to make me sick. I started on my trusty Diclectin, but this time, I suffered until I was 17 weeks along. Hell, I tell you.

At 19 weeks, we went for an ultrasound to find out if we were having a girl or a boy. The technician knew instantly that we were having another boy. Sigh. I have to admit that for a fleeting moment, I was disappointed. I really wanted a girl. But within moments, that disappointment was gone...she showed us all his little parts...perfect hands and feet and a lovely little nose...all was good.

I got pretty uncomfortable towards the end of my pregnancy and stopped working in early June. I had a few wonderful weeks to spend with Boy last weeks to dote on him before he had to move over and make room for his brother. We watched "A Baby Story" together every day, shared ice cream and naps every afternoon. I'll always cherish those days. They were so special.

On June 28th, 1999, Boy Oneder's third birthday, we were in the middle of a family water fight, running around the outside of the house like crazy people. No wonder when we finally stopped to have supper, I started having contractions! I bathed Boy Oneder and we dropped him off at my in-laws' house and we were off the hospital.

We arrived at the hospital at about 8:30. They checked me and confirmed that I was in fact in labour. They advised that I walk around to get things going, but it seemed that every time I would lie down, the contractions got stronger and they stopped when I walked. Hmmm. At around 11:30, I got into the, what a blessing THAT was! They got me out at midnight, when the doctor arrived and when she checked me, I was 7 cms dilated. She broke my water and just like with Boy Oneder, all hell broke loose. The contractions were one on top of the other and I was barely able to hold it together.

I was finally allowed to push at 2:00 am and 7 lbs, 3.5 ozs Middleman joined us at 2:14 am. He missed sharing his birthday with Boy Oneder by 2 hours and 14 minutes!

Because I gave birth in the birthing centre instead of the hospital, I was home by 10:30 the next morning. I was so glad to be able to go back home to my Boy Oneder, who I had never left overnight before.

Middleman fit into our family like a glove. He was a lovely baby, so quiet and easy. He breastfed like a champ and did so until he was 18 months old!

I loved Boy Oneder so much and wondered how on earth I could love another baby at all let alone as much as I loved Boy Onder...but I did...and I do. I learned on June 29th, 1999 that a mother's love doesn't divide, it multiplies.

And that is the story of my sweet, intelligent, quiet, beautiful Middleman.

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Wednesday, 5 November 2008


Threepeat was not supposed to be. You see, Hubster decided a loooong time ago (read as: when Middleman was born) that his childmaking days were over. Done. Finished. HA! Thank goodness, God had other plans.

I have wanted another child since Middleman was 5 weeks old. He was SUCH a good baby that I just SO desperately wanted to enjoy another one. Every chance I got, I BEGGED Hubster and every time he said no. It was awful. Every time I saw, smelled or touched a baby, my uterus and ovaries would ache for another baby. I just knew with every ounce of me that I was not done having babies. But, I must admit, I gave up hope.

On July 30, 2006, I wrote this entry in a secret blog that only I knew about:

I'm anonymous (for now) for the following reasons:

I just need a place to vent, cry, obsess and dream. No one else needs to read this right now.
No one else would understand why I would want to start all over again and I just can't deal with people being all opinionated about it.

Reasons why *I* want another child:

I'd like a girl...long shot, but a possibility;
I just don't feel complete yet;
I loved every moment of my childrens' babyhoods...from all-nighters to breastfeeding to diapers to teething...loved everything;
Our family needs new life. We have dealt with so much death...a new baby is just what we all need;
I need to quit smoking and a baby will help me get on that quicker;
I am now an only child because I lost my only sister. I want my children to have a sibling to grow old with.

I have wanted a third child since my youngest (now 7) was 5 weeks old. I just knew that our family was not yet complete. As much as I would like a girl (and that is ALOT), I just don't feel complete yet and I just know in my heart that three is our number.

In the last few days, my husband and I have discussed the possibility of a third child. Last night, we had unprotected sex, beginning our quest.

I am 36 years old, and will be 37 in August. My husband is 39, turning 40 in October. Time is definitely of the essence. I am a little concerned about my age, but, not enough yet to not try.

I will be posting my feelings, my thoughts and any physical symptoms that may happen over the next little while.

If you pray, please pray that God's will is for us to have one more healthy child...


Somebody somewhere read this entry and prayed really, REALLY hard. On that one night of unprotected sex, Hubster and I conceived. ONE NIGHT. Threepeat was MEANT TO BE!

I blogged about my symptoms, I obsessed for two weeks and when that two weeks was (almost) over, I took a pregnancy test. The line was ever so faint. You could BARELY see it in the right light. I RAN next door to Franca and she held the test up and moved it around a bit and then she confirmed...A LINE IS A LINE. I was pregnant!

This pregnancy lasted five years. OK, not really, but it FELT like it did. I was sick from day one and it got worse and worse all through the pregnancy. NOTHING tasted good and EVERYTHING smelled awful. I gained a total of 11 lbs for the whole pregnancy. It was hell. I am surprised I have ANY friends left as I was SUPERBITCH the entire time.


Threepeat was due on April 22nd, but made his grand appearance on April 18th. I went into labour after a very agressive internal exam by my doctor's colleague. Ouchie-wa-wa. We headed to the hospital at about 7:30 pm, since I had been having contractions since about 3:30 and my past two labours were pretty quick...HA...Threepeat had OTHER plans.

It was a LOOOOONG night, and at about 5:30 am, I finally caved and took the epidural. Wowsers...LOVE that thing. My water was broken at 7:30 and Threepeat arrived after one push at 10:36 am. He weighed a whopping 8 lbs, 8 ozs and was stunning right from birth! He had such lovely hair which would explain the heartburn that I thought would burn a hole in my chest and beautiful blue eyes. Again, the love in my heart multiplied tenfold and I loved him as much as I loved Boy Oneder and Middleman.

Although breastfeeding was a real challenge (we lasted 9 months), I enjoyed his infancy immensely because it was like having my first child all over again (Boy Oneder and Middleman are pretty self-sufficient) but without the worry and anxiety of a first child. It was wonderul. Every day, this little man amazes me even more. He is a VERY curious boy and I shudder to think of the accidents he is going to have/cause, but he sure does keep me on my toes!

And that is the story of my gorgeous, intelligent, independent and rambunctious Threepeat!

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My Three Sons

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Thank You

I want to saya HUGE thank you to Angie Vinez of for creating this blog design for me. She worked long and hard and nearly lost her mind with some of the HTML that was required and I appreciate it from the bottom of my heart. Oh and did I mention she has FIVE children, one of which is a newborn AND she homeschools? Yeah...she's an impressive lady!

Angie has been there for me SO many times in the past...from hosting to creating Hubster's to helping with mywhinecellar and all kinds of other computer issues along the way. She is just so wonderful. You can check out her gorgeous family here.

Thank you Angie. I love you tons and I can't wait to meet you in real life some day! Pin It

Saturday, 1 November 2008

Coming Soon

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