Sunday, 24 April 2011

Another installment of...

the good, the bad and the ugly.

The good:

Yesterday, I had the honour of baptizing my "little sister". You may recall my post when she asked me to be her Godmother...if not, click the link...I'll wait...

Anyway, yesterday was her big day. It was a LOOOOOONG day, but a wonderful day. We met at her church which is about 45 minutes from my house, at 9:00 am. My lovely Mommy came with me because we all know how much I hate to drive downtown. Anyhoo...Mum and I thought that we were just there for a rehearsal, but to our surprise, for the first hour, we participated in a rosary prayer mass. The priest gave us all a lovely rosary, but a special was the rosary of the seven sorrows of Mary. We prayed seven Hail Marys for every sorrow. The priest, Father Vito, is so compelling, interesting and warm. He just completely held my attention for the entire rosary. Amazing. I walked away moved and emotional.

After the rosary, we had a rehearsal. Melinda was being baptized, confirmed and having her First Communion all in one mass, so there was alot to practice. Of course, *I* screwed up not once, but TWICE, standing on the left instead of the right. Ugh. Typical Dawn. At about 11:30, Mum and I headed for home.

We arrived at 12:20 and Mum left right away to get ready for Melinda's party. I made the boys some lunch, headed into the shower and got ready to go. I really love the outfit I bought. Here's a photo of Melinda, her Godfather, Joe and I:

I headed over to Mum's at about 2:30 and we waited while the Home Depot guy measured for her new blinds and then we left at 3:20 for Melinda's party. We had some AMAZING Portugese food...and LOTS of it, and then at about 6:15, we headed down to the church again for a quick meeting and then Melinda's special mass at 8:00. To say that the mass was moving would be the understatement of the year. We walked in to a very dark church. The only light was that of the fading day from the stained glass windows. The church was in near silence as we all waited for the Easter vigil to begin. By the time mass started, the church was full and very dark. The entire congregation was given a candle, which was lit from the Easter candle. It was magnificent to see the entire church lit simply by candlelight. For an hour and a half, we listened to 9 readings...starting with Genesis and ending with Jesus' death. The priest then read a passage about Jesus' ressurection and one by one, each light in the church was turned on. Powerful? Oh yeah. Unbelievable.

Next, we were up. Melinda was baptized and I nearly cried, but held it back. Of course, I screwed up and went back to my pew too soon, but I don't think anyone noticed. I snuck back subtly when I could. :)

When my part as Godmother was done, Melinda was confirmed and then, she was one of the six people who brought the gifts to the alter. Father Vito prepared the Eucharist and then, Melinda took her First Communion. I cried. She cried. We hugged. I was so overwhelmed with emotion.

To end the emotional mass, everyone walked outside with their candles still lit. What a sight. Then we headed downstairs for cake, but Mum and I were EXHAUSTED, so we hugged and congratulated Melinda and headed off for home. It was 11:30 pm. We got home at around 12:15 and I got the Easter Bunny stuff prepared and then headed straight to bed. A blessed day to say the least.

The bad...This morning started off on the wrong foot and just got worse and worse...Threepeat was pissed off with his Easter Bunny easter egg and a soccer ball, like his brother, Middleman. Boy Oneder got a little Kinder bunny and an Itunes card. Threepeat wanted THAT instead. Ugh. That made me mad.

I drove Mum home (she slept over due to the late night) and when I got back, I played with Threepeat...sidewalk chaulk, bubbles, etc. I did a couple of loads of laundry and then had a shower. MIL made lunch (lasagne and chicken) and Mum came back to join us. We chilled until Mum left at about 3:30 and then Hubster, the kids and I hung out outside...more chaulk, bubbles, bike riding and hopscotch. When we came in for supper, Threepeat started with the whining. Add my exhaustion and PMS to the mix, along with his recouperation from the flu, no choochie and exhaustion anf THAT my friends, is a recipe for disaster. He fell asleep while eating his hamburger at 6:30 and I hoped he would be out for the night. Oh no, my friends, THIS is where the ugly begins. He woke up, not knowing where he was, who he was or what the heck was going on. He went into a full-on tantrum for over 15 minutes. It was a disaster. After about an hour, he calmed down enough to eat the rest of his hamburger. He's now in the hot tub with Hubster and Middleman.

He promised tolet meput cream on his terribly chapped cheeks and then go straight to bed when he gets out of the hot tub...let's see how THAT goes.

Anyway, the good FAR outweighs the bad and the ugly.

Thank you Jesus for dying for me and thank you God for sacrificing your only Son for me. Thank you for my life. Pin It

Wednesday, 20 April 2011

My big boy is sick....

Only one day into being 4 years old and Threepeat is sick. It all began at about 5:00 yesterday. He was whiny, miserable and ornery. He also kept complaining about having a "tummy egg". I figured it was because he didn't nap, so sent him (complaining all the way) with Hubster to drop off Middleman at soccer practice. I figured a quick catnap would suffice until bedtime.

But, half an hour later, Hubster and Threepeat arrived home and announced that no nap was had. Sigh.

He sat on my lap and I instantly knew that he had a fever. I reached for my handy dandy ear thermometer and sure enough, the reading was 101.6. Ugh.

I had no Advil in the house and the dose for Tylenol is THREE EFFING PILLS...who makes these pills anyway? Can't they put all the potency into one pill??!! Argh. Luckily, my fab neighbs gave me a few childrens' Advil to get us through the night. I gave him the 1.5 pill dosage.

Threepeat hadn't had supper, so he asked for his veal on a bun and ate almost a whole Italian bun with his fairly large helping of veal parmesan. He seemed OK once he had eaten and the meds had kicked in, but continued to complain of "tummy egg".

Being only night two of no choochies, it took him FOREVER to fall asleep. I gave him a dose of Tylenol at about 10:15 because he was really hot (man I love that we can alternate those two wonder drugs!!) and he fell asleep soon after. He was snoring like a banshee, so I went to sleep in Middleman's room and left Hubster with a beach towel on the bed to catch any vomit should Threepeat's "tummy egg" turn into vomitting.

Sure enough, the first puke session began at 11:00. Hubster had fallen asleep and so Threepeat puked ALL over our bed. All Hubster did was lie there, look at Threepeat and call, "Dawn....Dawn....Dawn!" I came running in and saw the aftermath. Ugh. Holding my breath, I grabbed my little man and ran him to the washroom where he finished puking. Ugh. He was covered, I was covered, the bed was covered and the floor had drops of puke all over it. Hubster remained unscathed and clean. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.

I laid my little Threepeat on the floor, wrapped in my comforter while Hubster and I changed the bedsheets and I scrubbed the soaked mattress with disinfectant. Ugh. In the five minutes it took us to clean up, Threepeat was SOUND asleep, all wrapped up in our comforter on the floor. When Hubster picked him up, he was delirious..."Where am I? What are you doing? Where are we going?" We calmed him and put him back into bed. He was HOT. I put a tepid facecloth on his forehead and whispered sweet things to him as he fell back to sleep. Once he was settled, I tiptoed back into Middleman's room and after about half an hour, fell back to sleep.

1:30 am...repeat. Only, by the grace of God, this time, Hubster caught the puke in the towel and got him to the washroom to finish. There wasn't much left after the first session, so it didn't take long to clean him up I gave him a sip of water and took his temp. 103.6. GASP! Fevers terrify me since his febrile seizure. I worked out the time and figured out that it was OK to give him Advil again and my little man took it willingly (SO not like him). Back to sleep he went and off to Middleman's room I went.

6:00 am...repeat. Just a little puke this time and then dry heaves. He was hot, but his temp was lower now at about 101, so I decided not to treat.

He woke up at 7:30 for the day and until dinner time, ate one piece of toast and a slice of apple...good stuff. I never worry about him not eating and was glad that he gave his tummy a break. For dinner, he had a bagel with tomatoes (eww!) and a little chick soup. That was two hours ago and so far, knock on wood, it has stayed down. He is still fevered, but Hubster gave him a dose of Advil at 4:45 before I got home from work.

I hope that this was just a 24 hour bug and that tonight, we all get a good night's sleep!! Pin It

Monday, 18 April 2011

Happy Birthday Threepeat!

My little...well, NOT so little Threepeat turned 4 years old today.

How did this:

Turn to this:

in like FIVE minutes?

He is so intelligent, very energetic, handsome as can be and SUCH a blessing. He loves preschool, the Hulk, Ironman, Spiderman, his brothers and his new bike...not necessarily in that order! LOL

Threepeat also made a GIANT step in growing up today. He put all of his choochies into an envelope and put them in the mailbox for the poor babies. We have been leading up to this day for a long time and made sure we kept the idea in his head. He told us a few months ago that he would get rid of his choochies when he turned four. So, true to his word, this morning, he helped me pack the 5 choochies into the envelope and he walked proudly to the mailbox with Hubster to send them off. I have video on my Blackberry that I will post once I find the cord to download from my Blackberry to my PC. I also have video of him running back to me, proud as punch that he mailed them off.

On the way home from preschool today, he asked me where the choochies had gone. I explained the way of the mail system and told him that by now, there were 5 little babies whose Mommy and Daddy couldn't afford a choochie, who weren't crying anymore because Threepeat was such a kind boy to give them up. He processed what I said for a minute and then said, "Mommy, please don't talk about choochies anymore." Poor baby. I know he will miss his beloved choochie, and tonight may be tough, but Hubster and I have agreed that we won't be playing hardball. If he wants his choochie and gets upset, we have some spares hidden away. He only has it to sleep and I can guarantee he won't have it when he's in university! Here's hoping he is strong and that this is the end of the final baby habit.

On that note, I should mention that he has been sleeping in his own bed in Middleman's room for the past week or so. At some point in the night, he joins us, but he starts out in his own bed and that is fantastic! We have always been a proud family bed family and I will miss his middle-of-the-night cuddles, but, just like everything else, we have let him lead the way and he seems happy to be in his big boy least for part of the night.

Part of me is so sad to be leaving babyhood behind, but I am so stinking proud of this boy who really can't wait to grow up!

We had Threepeat's birthday party at a local indoor playground on Saturday and he had a BLAST with all of his friends. We are so blessed with such dear friends who really are more like family to us. Thank you to everyone who took time out of their day to spend it with our little man!

Bless his little heart. I can't imagine life without that little boy!

Happy Birthday Sweetheart. I love you more than life itself! Pin It

Sunday, 10 April 2011

Losing the blogging bug.

Lately, I have completely lost the will to blog. I have lots to say, it's just that I can't be bothered to type it out.

Part of the problem is judgement from others. I don't like putting stuff out there and having other people judge me on what I say. These people don't even give their opinion on the topic I write about...they simply say I shouldn't be typing it.

My blog has been so therapeutic for me through so many hard times. I plan to continue to blog when the mood strikes, but as you can see, the days between posts are mulitplying. I have made other changes as well. I have "unfriended" quite a few people on Facebook and have set my privacy levels accordingly for many others, mainly due to information about me being given to people that weren't even my friends there. That just kinda blows. If you want info on me, believe me, it's out there on the web...but have the balls to find it yourself...not gossip with others.

I'm rarely on Facebook these days anyway. I pop in once or twice a day to check in and to wish my friends a happy birthday or whatever, but I have gotten rid of all my games (Farmville, Cityville, etc) because they just became so addictive and they are SO unproductive.

So, although I am not here often, I am still here. I'm glad you are still here too. :o) Pin It

Wednesday, 6 April 2011

17 years

On Saturday (April 9th), Hubster and I will celebrate our 17th wedding anniversary. SEVEN...TEEN...YEARS.

Holy canoli I feel old.

This is our engagement portrait, taken in June, 1993:

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Monday, 4 April 2011

The Duffield Devils

In a heartbreaking loss on Friday night, our boys were eliminated from the play-offs. We had a fantastic season and I am so very proud of this great bunch of boys!

Here they are in all their glory. My Boy Oneder is the Captain, 6th from the left:

And now the withdrawal begins...until 4-on-4 starts in May!

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Friday, 1 April 2011

Drive By Post

Bullet list of stuff that's going on around here:

  • Hubster was restructured out of his job at the Ontario Lottery Corporation after 22 years of service on March 8th. Luckily, he was given a decent severance package, so I am hopeful and optimistic that he will be working before the severance is over.

  • In a seemingly irresponsible move, we bought a new Jeep. We need it for We Be Jump'n and we got a really good deal on it. Again, I am optimistic that Hubster will be working again very soon, so I consider this an investment...a fun one too!

  • Hockey is drawing to a close. Middleman is out already and Boy Oneder has the second of a three game series tonight. It's a do or die situation in order to make it to the next (and final) series of the season. GO DEVILS!

  • I took four days off this week to just veg. I have been so stressed out with work and needed to recharge my batteries, so I took this time to just "be". It was just what the doctor ordered. I am back at work today for a team meeting and I feel refreshed and energetic.

  • Spring is in the air! I heard birdies chirping as I got into my car this morning! YAY for good weather, new life and sunshine!!
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