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Not Fair

Poor little snotty Diaperbutt has his first cold while he’s trying to grow his first teeth.

Wanna guess who’s baby is a little bit grumpy?

Ah yes, he also shared his cold with his Mommy & Papa.

It’s a happy house this rainy morning.

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I’ve been struggling to make the gym habit solid. But it’s not really for trying.

First we tried the middle of the morning thing, my Mom was going to come by a few mornings a week & watch Diaperbutt for an hour while I went. But her schedule was so crazy & unpredictable we had to give that up – it just wasn’t working.

Then we tried immediately after Grumpy Bear finished work before supper. This time it was unexpected com-calls for Grumpy Bear’s work, or ill-planned naps on my end or other things that had me distracted. I decided this was not working & I didn’t really like working out at the time anyway.

Next we tried nights. I’m a night owl, I reasoned, this should work great. This time the plan was to get Diaperbutt settled in bed & then I would go. Great. But life had other plans, one night my card to get into the gym after hours didn’t work, a couple nights later I nailed my eye on the latch on the garage door on the way out (leaving me certain I had a black eye & in tears for some time afterward) & of course there were the nights Diaperbutt instead woke up as I was leaving for the gym as if I had settled him for a nap instead of the night. Sigh. More recently my lovely little guy has developed the circadian rhythms of a 15 year old (I’m really hoping this is just a by-product of teething & a cold). So nights are not working.

I am determined to figure out a way to make this work (& don’t anyone be smart & try to suggest I get up early to go ’cause that is a sure fire plan for failure & frustration for me – I just cannot prioritize anything over sleep when an alarm tries to wake me in the wee hours).

So we are going to try before supper again. Grumpy Bear PROMISES that work isn’t going to get in the way. Bonus: supper should be ready when I get home!

A reminder of what I can accomplish - this was 2 months before I fell pregnant - Deadlift - 320lbs.

A reminder of what I can accomplish - this was 2 months before I fell pregnant - Deadlift - 320lbs.

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11 Months

11 months old & he has (finally) cut two teeth (although you can only see one).

Can you see tooth #1 poking up? It took me over a week to get this photo, I finally had to resort to taking it while he slept.

Can you see tooth #1 poking up? It took me over a week to get this photo, I finally had to resort to taking it while he slept.

I now have a LOT of shots like this - very hard to see the tooth like this.

I now have a LOT of shots like this - very hard to see the tooth like this.

He crawls with some serious speed, especially when in pursuit of his favourite prey — the cats & dogs. The big dog is most in trouble when I hear the thump, thump, thump of Diaperbutt’s hands & knees on the floor accompanied by a jolly giggle. Poor pup has been spending a lot more time alone in the kitchen lately because her enthusiasm for tail pulls rubs thin long before Diaperbutt’s enthusiasm for the chase.

Diaperbutt does NOT like the gate to the kitchen. When it's open he "runs" full out for it & when we close it he literally hangs his head & cries - every. single. time. It really doesn't matter what side we're on he just doesn't want that gate closed EVER.

Diaperbutt does NOT like the gate to the kitchen. When it's open he "runs" full out for it & when we close it he literally hangs his head & cries - every. single. time. It really doesn't matter what side we're on he just doesn't want that gate closed EVER.

He loves in/out activities. All the items out of a basket or off a table has been an old favourite but he’s now starting to really enjoy putting things inside of other things (like my inhaler I spent 10 minutes searching for after seeing him with it – I found it in my slipper!).

Diaperbutt's newest trick - threading the rings from his stacker onto his cylindrical blocks. He was VERY proud of himself the first time he succeeded.

Diaperbutt's newest trick - threading the rings from his stacker onto his cylindrical blocks. He was VERY proud of himself the first time he succeeded.

He’s walking with assistance like a pro & will stand solidly by himself for quite some time. I’m pretty sure all that is keeping him from walking on his own is that the idea has not crossed his mind — yet.

Climbing the couch to get at the cat "hiding" behind the curtain.

Climbing the couch to get at the cat "hiding" behind the curtain.

He does not do drowsy, our busy little guy. He’s either asleep or awake. If you watch him nap he’ll be quietly dreaming away one moment & the next his head pops up with his eyes open ready for his next adventure. Bedtimes are strictly on his schedule ’cause if he’s not ready for sleep the whole endeavour is just an exercise in frustration for all of us.

Crashed - after a day of fresh air & fun.

Crashed - after a day of fresh air & fun.

He will play independently for long periods of time but also absolutely loves to sit on someone’s lap & sing songs. Grumpy bear plays youtube music videos & sings along while Diaperbutt bops his head up & down. I’m more liable to sing camp songs with actions – when I stop he grabs my hands & claps them for me.

We walk to the early years centre & the library where he is becoming more interested in the other kids. He enjoys watching from a distance & more recently actually interacting with them. In the store he watches everyone closely & is a little more guarded with his smiles for strangers than he used to be.

Our current favourite mode of travel, although we do still break out our trusty ring slings for some excursions.

Our current favourite mode of travel, although we do still break out our trusty ring slings for some excursions.

He eats everything we put in front of him with gusto (seriously I don’t think there is anything he won’t eat). When he’s finished with his meal he thinks it’s pretty hilarious to feed the dogs over the edge of his highchair (both dopey mutts will obligingly eat anything he offers, including things they would never touch if I offered the same). If we’re too slow with the next spoonful or more pieces for him to feed himself he does the “double arm flap” to let us know he’s waiting!

Spoons & bowls are just for fun - right?

Spoons & bowls are just for fun - right?

He’s the light of my life. I cannot imagine life without him – he brings us so much joy every day. And even though he is more & more a little boy with each day when he stares up at me with his big brown eyes while peacefully nursing he is very much still my sweet baby.

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My baby smells like skunk. So does my husband. Not surprising when you consider our house, our car & especially our garage all stink like skunk.

And the dog… well, let’s just say she’s smelled better!

Sadie recovering sporting her pretty new collar (the old one was skunked). She might look beautifully clean & brushed but she still has a hint of skunk.

Sadie recovering sporting her pretty new collar (the old one was skunked). She might look beautifully clean & brushed but she still has a hint of skunk. You can see that her paws & around her eyes are pink & irritated from her allergies - all the bathing this week has not helped.

Tomorrow it looks like we’ll be making an impromptu trip to the vet. When I let Connicher in this morning I noticed a sore on the left side of his neck under his chin. This evening it’s very swollen & most definitely a bite.

Eeek – these animals are starting to get expensive!

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Too bad really, ’cause it could be quite humourous to look back on.

The last time this happened I ended up with a 3 inch scar down my left calf.

Sounds dangerous, or at least interesting, doesn’t it.

Well, it’s not.

The freakin’ (insert every swear word you know here) dogs got skunked!

Just before going to bed for the night I put them out for one last pee. I heard the little black one barking (not cool in the middle of the night) & as I approached the back door the smell was starting to ooze in.

DAMN!

So I woke up Grumpy Bear (who really was quite grumpy to be woken up) ’cause there was no way in hell I was washing two dogs at 1:00am by myself.

The plan of attack: bring the little one in first, wash her, deposit her in her kennel & then regroup. I was in charge of the washing, Grumpy Bear of preparing the kitchen for the dog’s detainment there for after the washing.

Macie was not happy to be bathed (are dogs ever?) but she stood still (shaking with fright) for the ordeal & I was able to quickly finish her & release her to her kennel. She really hadn’t been sprayed directly – just in the vicinity of the event.

Next was Sadie (whose claws are the reason behind the scar) who is never very content to be bathed. With everything prepped we got her quickly up to the bathroom where it took a few minutes & some arguing to get her into the tub. Fortunately age has mellowed our big girl & she stood pretty still throughout the whole thing (the fact that I was in the tub with her with a death grip around her neck might have helped).

So she is now confined the kitchen (where she will likely stay until I can arrange to have her groomed). Everyone has been bathed (I showered myself after everyone else was done) & the house pretty much stinks to high heaven.

Last time Sadie was sprayed (again, IN our backyard) it took a little over a week to get the smell out & everytime I was out I could tell from the looks of people around me the smell was travelling with me (you become a little bit deadened to the smell after awhile).

My big question is: why the hell does she always get sprayed when it’s too flippin’ cold to wash her outside?!

Note for next time: Stock up on hydrogen peroxide. I wonder if we can buy it in large buckets?

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Well, he finally did it! Diaperbutt cut his first tooth. You can’t actually see it yet (mainly cause he keep sticking out his tongue & covering it) but you sure can feel it!

I got my fat butt to the gym again tonight. Really & truly the hardest part is getting there. I did some of my least favourite exercises tonight (lunges, push-ups, pull-ups, skipping rope) but getting my clothes on & driving 1.5km (yes, I should walk but… well, one step at a time) was the hardest part. Physically the easiest but still the hardest part.

Once I walk in I’m usually pretty focussed. I work hard. I even enjoy it (ok, maybe I just feel good ’cause I’m doing it – some things (like push-ups) I will probably never enjoy). Tonight I even had the entire place to myself! How sweet is that?!

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Salsa!

Last night I made salsa & canned it!

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Diaperbutt was a great help in that he sat contentedly in his highchair watching & eating everything I put on his tray (ok – the dogs may have been the happy recipients of a few stray piece of food – mmm, raspberries – weird dogs).

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I doubled the recipe I was given for a really light, fresh tasting salsa & it made 13 – 250mL  jars with about 3/4 of litre leftover (for supper tonight).

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Doesn’t it look nice?! I now we have yummy salsa anytime we want (’cause really after having homemade salsa it’s hard to go back to store bought)

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