At the Dawn of Two

At almost 22 months, our little 'angel-cakes' has adopted some colourful new 'expressive' phrases that I am oh so proud of.

'Get out of the way' - Mostly to me and usually when I am bending down to give her a kiss. Lovely...

'Go away' - accompanied by a shove, this beauty of a phrase is lovingly directed towards anyone who 'gets in her face' (ie hugging, picking up, wiping face, stroking her hair)

F&*k - A personal fav. We drove down to Portland last weekend for a little chillaxer before the busy Xmas season. The lineup across the border was atrocious and we had to wait over an hour on a weekday morning to get through. It was undeniably tense in the car as I had to stop at Wired Monk to pick up a real coffee, stretching our time before getting to the border. Really, she captured the moment perfectly with its use. But I couldn't stop laughing at the sound of it - it had been weeks since both of us had even said it around her. So - all the way down to Portland, and at various stressful moments during the weekend, she went off on these F&*k tirades. Then repeated again at granma and grandpa's today.

I need to buy a video camera. This stage is golden.

L

Stayin' Alive

No. Not dead. Just a bit too busy for posts lately. That and dodder decided to test durability of digital camera by throwing it on the floor. Conclusion: Camera is not durable. So no new pics for months.

Will post an update shortly. Promise... No. I'm not crossing my fingers.

For your viewing pleasure - Lily. Old skool. Summer 2006


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Away from Lily

This is what Lily looks like after a weekend with the grandparents. Exhausted.

Yeah - that's right - our first Lily-free weekend. Pure. Indulgence. Deets to follow.

L

Toast

Today I had a shower with a piece of toast. I think I've reached my pinnacle of tolerance. Toast. Seriously - what was I thinking?

I'll tell you what I was thinking... Peace. Lily usually has a shower with me on the weekends. She sits on the ground, plays with the shaving cream, pretends to wash her hair.

We had a playdate this morning at 11. I slept in until 9:30 and Lily was STILL SLEEPING! We had to be out of the door by 10:45 and I still had to make some muffins for the playdate (from scratch - thank you very much), feed both of us breakfast, shower and dress both of us, pack her bag and her lunch, and pick up a coffee to feed my full-borne coffee addition. Lily, on a whim, slept in until 10am (with a bedtime of 8 the night before). Actually, I had to WAKE her up at 10. I made the muffins while she slept, woke her up, fed her a bottle, then made her and I breakfast. I looked at the time. 10:30. DAMMIT! 15 minutes to shower, dress and leave.

I yanked her from her highchair mid breakfast and dragged her up to the shower with toast in hand. I turned on the shower and told her to put down the toast. Nope. Not gonna happen. So I tried to take it out of her hand. That would be a no on that one as well. Weighing my options, I could either deal with: 1. a tantrum or 2. soggy toast. The toast won. Tantrums take up too much time. So - that's how the toast ended in the shower this morning.

She still ate it, though. Mmmmmm. Sure glad she was blessed with my less than stellar short-term memory...

L

The Phone Call

Today I had my first real conversation with Lily on the phone. Our usual phonecalls consists of my making an ass of myself, shootin' the one-year-old shit to a phone long abandoned by Lily, who usually squeals into the phone when she hears my voice, throws the phone down and runs to the other side of the room. (sounds ominous, eh?)

Driving home from work today, I phoned home to get the lowdown from Jason. Jay was in the garage with Lily. She loves the garage. Who doesn't?

She was put on the phone immediately and our very first convero went something like this: Note that all capitalized words indicate that she was YELLING into the phone.

M: Hi Lily Baby!!
L: LILY!!
M: How was your day?
*Silence*
M Did you see Granpa and Granma today?
L: BUMPA!!
*778* Dial tone

I phone back. Lily is back on the phone.

M: Hi Baby!!
L: BABY BABY
M: Are you in the garage with Papa?
L: PAPA! PAPA! PAPA!
M: What are you doing?
*Silence*
*Squeals, drops phone and runs off*

I phone back again. I just want to find out if Jay needs anything before I get home. No such luck - she's back on the phone.

M: Hello Lily!
L: HELLO HELLO! HELLO! LILY! LILY!
M: Are you in the garage with Mr. Sun? (there's a sun pinata in our garage)
L: MI SAH (Mr. Sun)
M: Are you reading a book? (I'm reaching now - there's only so much we can talk about)
L: BOOK!!!!
M: K. Cool. Bye bye Lily. Where's Papa? Put Papa on the phone.
L: BYE BYE!! COOL!! COOL!
*999444* Dial tone

Smart, right?

L

New Film

Lily's second feature film.

In the fast-paced, risky business of sales, Lily is at the top of her game.

In her little world - it's Sell.

Or die trying.

Lily is...

Closing the Deal.

Shark in the Tub

Lxo

Lesson's Learned by Laura - Part Deux

A double whammy for ya:

1. Gardening and runny noses. Not a good combo.

Dirtiest baby EVER

2. Don't take your eye off your babe at the beach - not even for a second. Case in point: Using shovel to funnel sand in her mouth - not bucket. Eating gourmet at Crescent Beach

LXO

The Diversion

Took the babe shopping the other day at IGA. Shopping with a toddler is NOT as easy as it looks. She takes off as soon as we step into the store, looking back only occasionally when she wants me to come her way. And yes -there is only one way in Lily-land. It's whatever direction she goes... And she freaks out when I try to hold her. Good times.

As Jason was paying for the groceries, I was showing Lily the ridey horse ride (what the heck are these things officially called?) - conveniently placed beside the kids shopping carts. I have since learned these carts are the 'fru-eets of the dev-eel' as Lily insists on ramming the cart into shoppers' leg - like some early form of baby Pacman. Needless to say we're not that popular at the local IGA.

I was trying to distract her for like 30 seconds while Paps finished at the till. In the meantime, restraining her from ripping bags of potatoe chips off the nearby chip display (sacriligious!), distracting her from the Baluzabeth carts and digging around in every crevice to find a quarter for the damn horse ride.

Lily desparately wanted a cart. She didn't care about the stupid horse, for which her pathetically poor mama couldn't afford. Nor did she care for my incessant 'No cart right now, sweety' pep talk.

Suddenly she wriggled loose from me, ran a couple of metres away, then threw Todd on the floor. When I scurried to pick him up, she ran back to the carts, and grabbed one - started yanking it out.I stood there for a second. Had I been duped by a 1.5 year old? How does a 1 year old know how to create a diversion? Seriously? Is diversionary tactics pre-programmed into our DNA or was this a survival skill picked up at Daycare lady's house?

Well played Lily. Well played indeed.

LXO

San Fran or Bust - Cont. Really Late

A picture diary of the last leg of our trip.

Farewell San Fran

Too late to turn around?

Napa Valley

Grapes

$30 to get in to see this lame fountain - so took picture.

Cali/Oregon Coast

Redwood Forest - The highlight of Lily's trip - Chainsaw bear store. Here for over 1 hour. Almost had to buy one. Almost...

Redwood Forest - Drive Through Tree. $5 entrance fee. $5 too much.

Pure Bliss at Oregon Beach. Lily had trouble walking in the sand. But loved collecting shells.

PortlandPortland. Smooches in the smallest hotel room in the world.

Lily Heaven - Buried in stuffed animals at the end of the trip.

Lxo

PS

Apart from holding the Cutest Baby Ever of the Month Award, Lily has started throwing tantrums. Few and far between.

But their presence makes me fear 2 with every inch of my life.

Unnatural body contortions. Her pigtails retreat to the back of her head like an angry dog. All while screaming uncontrollably (Jay swore he saw foam)

Lil' bit scared....

Mamacrack

Lily is now 15 months - and TO.DIE.FOR.CUTE. Cute pig taily hair, cute big belly, cute knarly teeth - Pure barforama cuteness.

Reflecting

Besides her dashing good looks - she's finally started to figure this whole talking thing out. Like if she says a word - she'll get something from us. Novel.

I'm sure, in 6 months I'll be begging for silence - you wait.

Some of my fav's of late:
Tah - Todd the Frog
Dow - down
Shooos - Shoes
MiSah - Mr. Sun - a sun pinata we have in our garage. I know, I know - why do I have a sun pinata in my garage?
Boh - ball (she says this at least 299 times a day - even if there's no ball in the room)
Cheese - and smiles at the camera
Ah lah sdflk - I love you (seriously - she just doesn't say it very well)
yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh - which she says repeatedly until I get what she wants at that moment

And hands down, the most adorable thing she does is the Old McDonald Duet:

Mama: Old McDonald had a farm (c'mon - everyone now!)
Lily: Ei-I-Ei-I-O
Mama: And on his farm he had a duck
Lily: Quacks
REPEAT with Dog, cat, cow, pig, elephant, lion, bear, pig, tiger

I can't get enough - I make her sing that damn song when she wakes up, on the way to daycare, when changing her diaper, in her highchair, bath, feeding her before bed - I add new animals from time to time, like snakes, goats... I'm addicted... I have a problem.

Gardening

I was at a meeting today and someone was talking about her daughter, who's almost three, who can speak 4 languages - and I mentioned how absolutely thrilled I was that she can immediately switch from the call of an elephant to a duck (that's hard).

I've been trying to secretly record it so you can understand my gushfulness. Man - my life has turned into one big "when I was at band camp" moment.

Beach

Lxo

San Fran or Bust – Cont again

San Fran is fabulous. The hills, the history built on those hills. But as a Vancouver resident, is somewhat of a template of cities like Seattle and Vancouver. I expected a Granville Island or Pike Place. I expected a Chinatown, complete with unrecognizable dried thingamabobbies, and I expected a downtown shopping district. But what I didn’t expect was the vastness of these districts.

We got up this morning, in our two bedroom haven to the sound of dumptrucks. We headed down to Fisherman’s Wharf –a must see by everyone I talked to. Honestly, I wasn’t too impressed. Very taupe. Tourist traps do nothing for me. And the sight of Starbucks and In and Out Burger on the wharf seemed sacrilegious. The area replete with metallic street performers, cheesy tee shirt shops and knock off sunglasses. Who buys this crap? I was on the hunt for a decent cup of coffee and a real fisherman’s wharf. Like where locals go to buy their produce and seafood. We finally found a little aisle of realness, with cheap (er) seafood for sale and not a clown in sight.
We were lured into an old style seafood restaurant for lunch where Jason had his first (and last) crab and sourdough bread sandwich that made him feel sick. The restaurant was great though. A real 1930s, Italian mobster feel and a gorgeous view of the Golden Gate Bridge (on a clear but windy day).

Fisherman's Wharf - L'il bit Bored at...

We left Fisherman’s wharf shortly after, in search of coffee – as any true west-coaster would. Amazed at the lack of coffee houses in San Fran. How do they function? There’s barely any Starbucks here! And we don’t even like Starbucks! Found coffee in the Italian district, near our hotel. The area is chocked full of coffee bars, café’s and exotic car repair shops. Very European feel. Beyond the Italian district is Chinatown, which I’ve been dying to see since I was doing my thesis. This is THE Chinatown. The largest and original overseas Chinese community in North America. And it is RAW – dirty, chaotic and overcrowded – with laundry hanging from balconies and the scent of fish permeating the air.

And it goes on for miles and miles. What Jay and I realized, after changing streets to avoid going up a hill (because we’re lazy), was that we were in the real Chinatown. The Fake Tourist Chinatown was one street over. The one with the clean streets, streams of lanterns like garlands between the buildings, and fantasmical jade and cherrywood sculptures showcased in storefronts.








Chinatown - Uncut
Miles down the road, and with an abrupt end to Chinatown signaled by a small Chinese arch, we arrived in Union Square. Shopping. Up.Scale… Chinatown - Hollywood style
Kenneth Cole, Chanel, Betsey Johnson, Tiffany, stores with buzzers and guards and brass doors that are polished daily.

We went to Macy’s. The Men’s 5 level mall. That’s right. 5 levels entirely devoted to men. The biggest Macy’s on the west coast. We went up to try on some new suits for Jason. And it was there that I realized, that we, as Canadians, are being ripped off. The average suit at Harry Rosen in Vancouver is $800-1000. Average. At


Macy’s? $250-400. For the same quality and same service. Almost cheaper to fly down to San Fran to buy a suit. Isn’t that sad?

Kissing herself in a Macy's dressing room

We loved the vibe in Union Square. Pretentious, yes. But lot’s of fun – and so markedly different from the other areas we walked through today.

Stopped at a little Italian gem of a restaurant in the Italian district for dinner that was totally family friendly. Toscana - on Columbus and Union Street. Kids menu, highchairs, crayons (that Lily eats on a regular basis) and a cool server dude with white nail polish. Jay and I reminisced over dinner of the days of wearing white nail polish just because we felt like it, over a bottle of fabulously under priced wine. Then headed back to the hotel at 7. We stopped a liquor store for another bottle of wine. Because what else are you going to do if you’re kid goes to sleep at 7:30pm? We bought a Ravenswood wine that sells for $40 at home for $7.75. Canadians - Ripped. Off.

I’m staying in San Francisco forever. Ha ha.

San Francisco or Bust - Cont.

Believe if or not – we made it to San Francisco. According to MapQuest, a 15 hour jaunt down the I-5. So it took us 2 days. Whatever.



Riding in Style at the Sleep Inn (Roseburg, OR)

Day two was a dream compared to the 1st. No fleeting temptations to pull a U-ee and head straight back to Canada, today. With teething baby at bay, we made it all the way. Another 10pm arrival time – but this time Lily was asleep.

Drove through a bunch of pretty towns in Oregon – including Portland. All green, luscious, volcanic.



Mount Hood - Volcanic.

A central American vibe. Kept expecting coffee plantations and monkeys. Portland was interesting. 1% of development must go to the arts and a rapid transit system (MAX) was built to link communities before the communities were built. Smart. So very green little city and quite the model for dev’t of the future. We will explore more on the way back. Specially since I am obsessed with revitalization of old buildings at the moment. (last week it was corn starch take out containers)

Stopped in a gorgeous town called Ashland, an hour or so north of the CA border. Just for gas. But ended up spending two hours there. GORGIOUS town. Lots of old houses, lively historic downtown core and real earthy feel. Big park in the centre of town that we stopped at for a fabulous organic lunch (my fav). Played in the park afterwards with 7 year old Genevieve Strawberry Shortcake. Seriously. She was one of those mothering type kids that follows your kid around everywhere and gives you a little break from entertaining. Love.

Lily was cute at the park. She’s bold and social and loves going up to groups of people and staring at them until they tell her she’s cute. If they talk to her, she will NEVER leave. She kept bugging this family picnicking with Kentucky Fried Chicken. KFC is not worth lurking around for.

Didn’t stop again until dinner at IHOP in Vacalla,CA. Our waitress accidentally spit out a tooth when she came to check up on us. She said it was a tic tac.

The one glitch in our San Fran or bust trip so far was the Bay Bridge into San Fran. Traffic was horrid. Even at 8:30 at night. Backed up for miles. To get into San Fran, you have to cross the Bay Bridge – which is tolled ($4). There’s no signs of costs or methods of payment leading up to the bridge. But Jay and I thought, if you can use credit card at the Coquihala, you can use credit card anywhere. Nuh-unh. Our first breath of San Fran air is tainted by a $30 ticket for having no cash to pay for our toll fare. Jason’s going to write the mayor.

Our hotel, the Columbus Inn, is 10 minutes from Fisherman’s Warf. In the Italian District. There’s no continental breakfast here. But a separate room for Lily. And a guy at the front desk who talks like Borat. And has a hangy mole. Everyone here seems to have hangy moles. Solid gold.


Tree at Columbus Inn. Nicer than outside of hotel.

San Francisco or Bust

The official name of our vacay. The fam decided to take a roadtrip down to San Fran for a week this April. Yes. Sounds romantic and adventurous doesn't it? Not quite so much with el Lily Tornado in tow. Some highlights along the way...

Day 1
Day 1 was a bust. Summed up best in a haiku. (naturally).


Two hour border
Lily teething - premolars
Gravol doesn't work


12 hours in the car. Shitloads of traffic in Seattle. Nasty rest stops (Lily HATED these bathroom stops - bad vibes). And I'm serious about the 2 hour lineup at the border. And that was Sumas! It was 3 at Peace Arch. Actually pretty fun at the border. Lily and I got out and walked on the side of the road by the lineup of cars. Like a true queen, she waved at every single car on our walk. And you know what? Every single driver waved back. Even the grumpy truckers.


And I really should give some time to what was undoubtedly the grossest Denny’s in North America. Somewhere'sville Oregon. Original ‘70s décor (carpet and upolstuery), orginal waitresses and dirty dirty everything. I actually felt like barfing after leaving. But what a little piece of American heaven there. Great people. Great service. Too bad about the dirty restaurant and dirty food.



Made it to Roseburg, Oregon at 10pm that night. With a dirty, greasy, overtired (and awake baby). Sleep Inn. Continental included. We heart free breakfast. We easy to please.

Tug of War

Why I love being a mama...

Gardening

Why I miss being an archaeologist....

This is a 1300 year old sunflower that my colleague down in the Colorado just found. I was supposed to be there. :(

Lxo

Summer of Regression

I think there comes a time in every parent's life where we crave carelessness, a lack of responsibilities. And consequences? Pshhhh.

A time where we can once again work to buy clothes, take off to a weekend long concert with a bathing suit and $20 in our back pocket, and go to a pub without planning 3 weeks in advance. Ahhh, the sweet smell of regression...

Which is why I've decided that this summer is my 'Summer of Regression - 2007 (Volume I)'. With amendments of course (ie Lily, Babysitters, Work).

Picture barbecues, summer trips, girls weekends away, camping, outdoor concerts, laying on the beach, throwing back bellini's at Milestones. Ahhhh.

Am I dreaming?

No. Not really.

But I've neglected to mention little Taz, who I will likely be chasing around with beer in hand at these barbecues, summer trips, camping, beaches and Milestones.
Speaking of Milestones - commence poor segue way... Jay and I met some buddies at the Boathouse restaurant in White Rock for an early dinner tonite. I ordered Lily a Kid's sized Caesar salad and salmon. Apparently she likes Caesar salad - but not the salad bit, as she proceeded to suck the dressing off the lettuce leaves and drop them on the floor. Mmmmmmmmmm. So. appetizing. Sure makes me want to order her Caesar salad again.

Anyways, it seems as though Lily has also been feeling the same way as me. Burdened by the stress and overbearing responsibilities of 14 months, she too has gone the way of Regress.

Lily brought in her first year with some major milestones: walking, saying a number of words (Mama, Papa, nose, yes, bubba (bottle and grandpa) wow eh, hi), basic algebra - the usual. But has now decided that growing older is a bitch.

So about a month ago, she stopped saying everything. Every single one of those seven words. To be subsequently replaced with endless babble and barking. At every creature that even slightly resembles a dog including butterflies and ducks. And people's bellybuttons. Not too sure about the second one.

So we're at this play group with a bunch of kids the same age as Lily last weekend. They're all walking, asking for more food, using cutlery, and signing please and thank-you (I'm not joking) while Lily's in the corner, in downward dog position (yes, she still does that), barking at air.

I love it.

All hail your regression, baby cakes. You keep barking and sucking Caesar dressing off lettuce as long as you want. Because I know how you feel. And staying young at heart forever is what keeps 'Summer of Regression - 2007 (Volume I)' alive....

Lxo

Lesson's Learned by Laura

Lesson #1: Don't feed a 1-year old sloppy joes. Ever. Even if it's super, duper cute.

Look ma! No hands!

Emergency Bath

#2: And Yoghurt. Avoid that one as well. Deceivingly dirty.

Ummmm - Lily? You missed your mouth. FIY.

Lxo

Sneakymama Part I

After Lily's been asleep for a couple of hours, I sneak into her room and give her kisses between the bars of the crib.

The Sleepy Victim.

Lxo

Experiment in Video

Lily eating with Raffi

One of my favourite clips of Lily - 9 months old.

Let's see if this works.

Lxo

Profilin' Part Deux

Back by popular demand. Profilin Lily at 1.

Likes:

Mama, Papa (screams when he leaves the room), Frozen grapes, Todd (all three), vacuuming, date nite at Craig and Jani's, Parties that she thinks are for her (but aren't), Mac eyeshadow containers, Granma's and Granpa's, cousins, aunts, uncles, eating things off the floor, standing at the top of the stairs, puppet shows, carrying heavy objects, such as bottles of pelligrino and garbage cans around the house (weird), bathtime with Paps, bottles, Dawson, babies (especially Maddock), dogs, barking like a dog and books about dogs, hanging upside down, eating rocks at the park, swings, walking (especially naked), Winnie the pooh (groan), Baby Einstein, Sesame Street (a girl after my own heart), talking to anything that resembles a phone except a phone, sucking on toothpaste tubes, walking with objects in her mouth, Little People, Daycare lady, anything in a fridge, stealing this fairy figurine I have on a shelf in the office and running away with it, even though she gets in trouble for it every time, high fives, putting her finger on the lens of cameras.

Dislikes:

Getting dressed, hunger, being yanked from the top of the stairs, getting her nose wiped and nails clipped, not being able to have a bath with Todd.

Indifference:

Reading anything other than dog books, getting her photo taken.

SABOTAGE!!

LXO

Mom stereotypes

I'm procrastinating again. Should be finishing up a Fengshui report for a client. But writing here instead. This is much better....

Found this quote today on my favourite blog:

"I am not and never will be defined by motherhood, but I will wholeheartedly admit that motherhood has inspired and enabled me to define myself."

I've always had a problem with the 'mom' stereotype. 'Soccer mom', 'minivan', 'mombum', 'mom hair' - I even wince at 'Mommy' - it's my cryptonite. A girlfriend of mine, while I was still pregnant and picking out purses to match my new baby's outfits, called me the 'Antimom', which I kind of liked.

The idea of being a mom, I guess in a way felt like I was settling, like I was expected to give up everything that meant anything to me so I could become this sitcom mom - who would bake homemade cookies, organize my photo albums and throw a fabulous birthday party** while still keeping the house clean and the husband happy. I guess I felt like I would have to redefine myself because of my child. In essence, losing everything that I had taken so long to discover!

Like would I have to stay home on Saturday nights? Drink near beer and order in pizza? Hang out with other mom's and complain about how tired I am? How Lily just won't eat her vegetables and my latest fight with Jason? Would I find endless joy in talking about my daughter's latest ballet recital to anyone who would listen? Would I start saying 'darnit' instead of 'mother f*cker'? Would I feel the urge to take a scrapbooking class, and decoupage my daughter's lunch box? Gain the 'freshmom'*** 15. Shop at Northern Reflections, Rockport? Would I suddenly feel adverse to words like 'spontaneous', 'interesting' and 'adventure'? Would a Hawaiian vacation be considered the new 'Third world country backpacking trek? Would I have to give up my career?

After Lily was born, I was surprised to *quickly* find out that I didn't want to lose myself.

I drink wine with dinner, the house is messy and fights with Jason are brief and very private. Luckily, I'm still totally inappropriate and crude. Lily is completely comfortable with camping and 'sleepovers' and mam and paps friend's houses.

Shhhhh! The baby's sleeping!

She was even out in the field with me starting at two months. And whenever it's a clear night, and I can see the stars, the only place I want to be at that moment is out digging, in the middle of some snake infested semi-desert in Colorado.

But what Lily has brought to me is clarity. Clarity for who I love. Who I want to spend time with. And clarity of what type of life I want to lead. In her short one year, she's taught me that I don't need to define myself as a mom, or a wife, or a daughter, cousin, aunt, grandaughter, or a friend. Or even an archaeologist. Because what Jason and I are to her without all these roles and expectations is perfect and pure in her eyes.

Floor party

So with my trowel in one pocket, a bottle in the other, and her on my hip, we trudge off into the dusty sunset - on a new adventure not quite as clearly defined...

L

**Lily's 1st birthday on January 27th went well. 45 people, 12 kids, 9 of which under 5 and a beaming Lily, toddling endlessly around the party, with her belly in the lead. Food cemented in her hair and jacked-up on her first piece of cake saying 'hi' and 'wow' to anyone who caught her eye. Will update with pictures shortly.

*** I just made that up - damn I'm clever.

The Harem of Todd

Baby Couture 2006/07: Todd Frog
It's funny how somebody so young can get so attached to some random inanimate creature who's goofy expression never changes. Maybe that's half the charm of Todd.

Todd made his debut in our lives from an old colleague of Jason's when Lily was born. He wasn't necessarily the cutest stuffed toy, nor the most cuddly, but somehow remained one of the few stuffed animals ever-present in Lily's crib as a wee babe. I think it was mostly because he best matched the rest of the decor in her room.

Todd is a frog - aptly named by Lily's Aunt Shelley. He has a disproportionately large head, beady little black eyes, and a tuft of green wool projecting from the top of his head. He smells like baby powder 100% of the time and has a little rattle in his head. We often hear Todd's head rattle before we hear Lily wake up. Like a rattlesnake's warning before he strikes.

Her attachment to Todd developed slowly. First he had to be in the crib with her in the morning when she woke up. Then she couldn't fall asleep without him. This turned into Todd coming on Every. Single. Vacation. this past year.

Todd, Lily and Mookie on vacation in Edmonton - Oct 06

Naturally Todd became 'Dirty Todd' - after umpteen camping trips and dirt baths followed by numerous 'let's see if Todd can swim in the lake' experiments. And naturally, the pressure was on to find another Todd because:

1. DT was starting to look like a Street-frog and
2. life would positively end for Lily if Todd was lost.

It's a funny thing - mat leave. Sometimes there's not much to do during the day. So having a *Quest* can be exciting, exhilarating. (believe me). My quest to find more Todds was exhausting. I contacted Jay's colleague, who couldn't remember where she'd bought him. I checked every toy store, toy department and mall kiosk in the lower mainland. I checked online. I phoned the Manufacturer. No Todd.

Finally months later, on a random outing to Coquitlam Centre, I found Todd - in clearance, at the Bay. I quickly bought up the remaining stock (2) and headed back with my freshly scented Todd booty.

Lily of course, had no clue there was three, because I always hid the other two. When it became apparent that she didn't care if she had one or one hundred, Todds started appearing in various locales around the house; the trunk of the car, laundry baskets, underneath the couch, in bags, the crib, the fridge. It looked like aftermath of a bloody war of Todd's in our house, with lifeless mint coloured frogs strewn everywhere.

The omnipotence of Todd has had some lasting effects on her because now, not one but at least TWO Todds have to be with her at all times. She can only fall asleep with two Todds*. Todd has to be squished up to my face when I'm carrying her around while out and about. And we must pull over the car if Todd accidentally falls out of her carseat.
It's imperative that Todd be in the high chair with her, and she loses her shit if Todd isn't hanging on the shower rod while she's having a bath. Lately, she's been difficult to even get in the bath because she wants Todd in there with her, and screams if we take him away!

Mourning the 'No Todd in the Bathtub' rule - 12 months

Daycare lady has expressed her concern over Lily's attachment to Todd - stating how difficult it is to pry him away from her at lunch time. How she screams when one of the kids has hidden him from her.

I personally think it's sweet. And handy. I know when she wakes up by his rattle, I know she's tired when she starts pulling at the tags on his bum. And I know that calmness will ensue once she has Todd in her arms.

Most importantly, I know that the consideration and love she's showing for Todd is something she learned from us... And I'm reassured that her attachment is not too 'Fatal Attraction' by the fact that her first words were 'Mama' and 'Papa'.

And not Todd....

M+D:1 vs. Todd:1499

L

* I just had to stop writing because Lily woke up screaming for her second Todd.

Christmas Influenza of 2006

This time last year, Jay and I were sitting on the couch, looking at eachother (annoyed), waiting for Lily. And waiting. And waiting. According to my original Christmas due date, she was over 10 days late. I was also irritated that I didn't win the 'First Baby of the Year' contest, because as everyone who knows me knows, I heart gifts.

So now exactly one year later, I'm sitting here blogging when what I should be doing is sending out invitations to Lily's 1st Birthday party.... which is in a week....
That's what she gets for being late. No party for you!! ha ha. KIDDING! (I'm having a Hawaiian Lu'au, by the way)

So let's me talk about the Christmas season (assume Italian accent). We had lots of great plans - a wedding, office parties, playdates, trips to the Stanley Park train, presents, family get-togethers. Sounds perfect right?

Lily resting after tying the Christmas tree to the roof.

So this is what we get:

i) Storm blows down 3000 trees in Stanley Park - no Christmas Train

ii) Another storm causes power outage on night of big Christmas party - no party

iii) We visit good friends just getting over flu - Me, Jason then Lily subsequently get flu two days before Christmas. Lily's lasts for 2 weeks - no wedding*, no playdates, family get-together's infect 6 family members + 3 girls at a sleepover I held for BFF Lesley on the 28th. We are essentially sequestered at home with the bug-mesiter the ENTIRE 2 weeks. Lesley - who *may* have caught the flu from Lily has to subsequently cancel a baby shower, baptism (of which she was Godmother) and almost a big New Year's party.

iv) Jason, who doesn't usually start Christmas shopping until the week before Christmas, and who is now stuck at home with the Poltergeist baby can't get Christmas shopping done. This makes him grumpy. For two weeks.

v) Relief by all three of us to go back to work/daycare. RELIEF. From our holidays. ha ha ha.

How funny is that Christmas?

But as hard as multiple trips to the doctor, changing at least 6000 crappy diapers with a smell so wretched it melted my nail polish, hiding pedialite popsicle bits in her cheerios and taking on yet another 'Barf Night Shift' were, the smile on her face when she saw her grandparents, cousins, aunts/uncles and favourite boozy aunts over Christmas** made it well worth the smell and laundry.

What also helped was the Composter and Coach bag that I got for Christmas.

Now I can make dirt and head out for a night on the town in style.

HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE OUT THERE. Here's hoping it's an awesome-fest of success, love and new adventures!

Lxo

PS. Will post more pictures with this blog shortly. Too lazy to download tonite.


*Lily threw-up for the first time in the car on the way out to the ferry to my cousin's wedding in Victoria. We had to turn around and come home.

** all of whom she infected with The Flu