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Tuesday, 1 January 2013

In which we welcome 2013

Ah yes. Another January 1st has come and gone. However, this year, instead of nursing a hangover somewhere in the Greater Vancouver area, I'm nursing a 7 1/2 month old, a cough (me and Zuul's second virus in less than 3 weeks. Don't get me started.) and doing both from my in-law's basement somewhere in the Greater Victoria area. Subversive Dad is gearing up for his first day at work at his new job. Needless to say, 2012 was a very big year in the Subversive Family household.

Being a relatively sluggish day that January 1st is for many, I had the opportunity to read through some of my social networking forums. Catching up with strangers on the Internet I've become so fond of over the years. Reviewing some of the obligatory New Years Resolution threads, I came across one post where someone said her resolution is to write down one nice thing a day about her day, even if she had a really shitty one.

Interesting.

I'm not one for resolutions, but I am a Carpe Diem type and, when I like something I hear, I like to give it a try without the pressure of labeling it anything. The move to Victoria has been more challenging for me, mentally, than I thought it would be, so I think this is something I need to adopt in order to stop scrutinizing the negative and so forth. I need reminders now, more than ever, about the good reasons I committed to such a huge change for my little family. (Although, would it kill people to say 'oh I'm sick, so let's wish each other and our babies holiday greetings from a distance' around here? Sick, twice, in three weeks!! Ok, I'm done.)

So, to get things rolling, today's good observation is that Zuul handles being sick like a champ. She's not extra whiny or needy. She still smiles after every cough and sneeze. She still only cries for the usual reasons, wet/dirty diaper, tired or had a tumble. I am lucky to have an easy baby.

Happy New Year, everyone.

Monday, 31 December 2012

Monday Confessional

Oops! I'm a day late.

I was out of washcloths and baby wipes after Zuul's lunch yesterday, so I called the dog over to help clean her up.

Sunday, 23 December 2012

Fa la la la la la la not sure.

Happy holidays, everyone! From the Subversive family home.

Sunday Confessional

Protip: Be prepared to do some explaining if you miss a spot or two on baby's face after a blueberry meal. They look remarkably like bruises. And you will miss a spot because cleaning up baby with just wipes or a wet cloth is impossible. I've just given up and tell people she's in a fight club.

As for the confessional part, I am so over this introducing baby to one food at a time thing. I know it's the right thing to do just in case she might have an allergy, but it's become tedious.

Sunday, 2 December 2012

Sunday Confessional

The first "lullaby" I sang to Zuul was Pink Floyd's "Mother". It was the only song I could remember the lyrics to. Even though I named her after a song. Those sweet lyrics escaped me. "Mother" though? Like I was in high school, watching The Wall on repeat with my clique of band/art/film geeks all over again.

If you're wondering what the big deal is, go Google the lyrics and get back to me.

Creepy mom is creepy.

Zuul's going to be so fucked up.


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And, with that, I'll be very pressed for time the next few days. We move in with Grandma and Grandpa on Thursday all the way over on Vancouver Island until we sell our Mainland home. Grandma & grandpa do not have wifi either. I write most of these blogs from my non-Bluetooth iPad while Zuul naps or plays next to me. Pro. Grandma and grandpa are very eager to help and play with Zuul, leaving me with more me time, but Con, only one computer to share between four people, therefore, OMG SO LOST WITH OUT MY SOCIAL NETWORKS!!!

I guess I'll finally be catching up on some knitting and exercise.

Wish me luck! I'm going to miss my home very, very much.



Sunday, 25 November 2012

S.O.S

I sunk to a new low today.

Zuul was getting cranky, and I knew it was close to nap time, but it was also lunch time, and I was defrosting peas, praying she'd hold out until after lunch.  I started her on the boob in the nursery and she fell asleep.  

Anticipating this, I had Subversive Dad check in on me once, and, whispering I said "put the peas in the fridge, and please bring me my iPad and a sandwich."

Now, this isn't funny, Subversive Dad is going deaf.  He's usually pretty good at reading lips though, so I thought I would be ok.  However, 20 minutes after he gave me his iPad, I still hadn't been brought a single thing to eat so, desperate, I went to Facebook.

DISCLAIMER:  Please excuse the bad typing on my end as I was doing it with one hand while balancing a baby on my legs.  Also, excuse my first attempt at screen capturing.  I haven't quite figured out how to trim it all down.  I'm a bit graphically challenged - as you can tell by my sloppy blog.


Now, Zuul did wake up right when N called, but Subversive Dad made me a sandwich anyway with a side of shaming glances.  He swears I did not ask him for a sandwich, but if there is one thing you ought to know about me is I DO NOT MESS WHEN IT COMES TO FOOD!!!