Nesting

I am in full swing, the nesting stage of pregnancy. I want to weed out, organize and buy new things for our condo. Because I am feeling rather large, I want as little as possible in our place, but have no where to put things. I want the toys hidden, the clutter gone and everything clean and tidy. What it really comes down to, is we have outgrown our space. Having one child, ok, it can work. Having a toddler and another baby one the way, it's a tight squeeze. We are trying to figure out a plan to make it work though - at least for the next several months. I mean, people in big cities do it, right?! I just have to be super organized. Everyone keeps asking us, what our plan is, and I'm so tired of not having one. James and I need to sit down (maybe after the baby comes) and really nail down a plan of action. When we go to friends' houses on weekends and see the space they have and the fact they can have people over and entertain or go outside to a backyard, I can't help but be a tad bit jealous that we can't do the same. I know I just have to be patient and something will come along to make our own, but the pregnancy hormones in me just keep rearing their little heads! In one way, I want to move and leave the condo lifestyle, but in another it makes me sad to close that chapter. It's such a big decision, I just don't want to make the wrong move. 

Kids say the darndest things!

Although I had quite a few spa treatments this weekend, I am still feeling quite tired. I have not been getting the greatest of sleeps these nights as frequent trips to the washroom have me up almost every hour. Aside from that, I got to enjoy a massage during the day, some girl talk with a pedicure/manicure with some friends on Saturday afternoon to celebrate their soon to arrive #2 babies, followed by a bbq. What a great way to spend a Saturday. It was great to sit and catch up. Cam had so much fun playing with all the kids, splashing around in the water with them and playing soccer. He is getting to be so big and full of chatter now. He told me this weekend that a dinosaur bit him on his leg. "Oh really? Where were you?" I said. "At Tracy's." (that is his daycare provider) So I asked him if the dinosaur said sorry, and of course, he did. It was the cutest thing ever. I am loving most of the things he has t say these days but especially little stories like this that he tells me.
My ever growing belly is making it so much harder to well, do almost everything now. I can barely bend down to pick things up. It's hard to lift Cam. It's extremely difficult to roll over in bed; I feel like I need a crane to pick me up and when I try to get in the car, I usually say, "ohhh" which Cam says to me, "mommy, too big?" Yes, I am. I will admit, I have been telling him that myself, so I can't help but laugh at that one. ;)   

Terrific twos!

That is what my daycare provider likes to call it. She honestly loves this age in little ones. I, on the other hand, being the mother of that screaming, hitting and loves the word, "NO!" child, would beg to differ sometimes. But only sometimes. All those challenging moments aside, I am really loving Cam at this age too. I see him soaking up everything he encounters like a sponge and I can't help but smile and laugh. And speaking of soaking up everything, last week I was making some cupcakes and as Cam was climbing on the breakfast bar he knocked over my water glass spilling it on the butter I was about to use. Of course, my initial reaction was to yell, "Shit" and wouldn't you know it, the little parrot in the room did the same. And so it begins... Better watch the potty mouth, momma! 

Here are some pics of that terrific toddler, that I promised. ;)

Been way too long

So it's been almost a year to the date since I last posted on here, so I better get back into it. So many things have changed since then. I am pregnant again, this time with a little girl. I am so exited to have one of each and can't wait to see Cam as a big brother! I will love to see the bond they form and hopefully one day he will be her little protector. We have decided to name her Kylie Kennedy McGee. Still keeping with the "Kennedy" as the middle name since I never changed my name when I married James. Cam has Kennedy as his middle name also. I think both names are nice and strong and really go well together. As I sit here and write this, Kylie is moving around like crazy. Not sure if she is dancing to the funk music that is playing in the office here or she is trying to tell me that she wants some lunch. lol Anyway, I can't wait to meet her and see her come August. 

I'm starting to get really uncomfortable and not sleeping that well, so I can only imagine the summer won't be quite as enjoyable, but like they say, it will all be worth it, once I see that little face. 

Cam is growing up so incredibly fast too. He just turned two on May 14 and he is like a little boy now. He is saying sentences and able to communicate with us more and more everyday. This past weekend, James' mom and I took him to Syracuse on a little shopping excursion. He did fairly well, with only 2 meltdowns. I had a meltdown myself as I had to pack up his and my lunch in the food court while he screamed and cried, threw things and kept hitting me in the face. I was trying to hurry to get out of there so no one would see the tears started to run down my cheek. I was exhausted, had no voice, pregnant, hungry and had a screaming 2 year old on my hands that wouldn't listen to me if his life depended on it. I made it to the car to finally confine him and finish my food until Debbie was able to come find me. Stupid cell phone wouldn't work so I had no way of reaching her to let her know where I had gone. As she arrived to the car, the tears started flowing down my face, as I tried to tell her, that I had to get out of there so people would stop staring at me like I was a bad mother for not controlling my child. At that very moment, I thought, what have I done getting pregnant again with a 2 year old? I should have waited til Cam was a bit older. Either way, it makes for a rather funny story to one day tell Cam what he put his mother through. haha 

I only expect this to be the first of many meltdowns, so I better toughen up and learn to deal - especially with another one on the way. I know I can handle it or rather, will handle; I just need to exert a little more patience.
I will post some pics soon of Cam and how much he has grown up. He is such a cutie and his smile is so infectious; I love him so much! 

So I'm back to blogging - hopefully it won't be few and far between posts!

Say what?!

Some of the cutest things come from kids mouths, especially when they are learning new words. Cam, as some of you may know, is obsessed with cars and every other "mighty machine" so he has taken to even making the sounds they make. if you ask him what a car does or says, he will say, "beep, beep, beep" and make the motion of honking a horn. A digger goes, "dig, dig, dig" as he points repeatedly with his hand downwards. So he's got a bunch of the basics down but he is now starting to put some words together, to form a sentence. When Biscotti is up on the bathroom counter, tv stand or even a chair, Cam proceeds to yell "Get down now!" and points down to the ground. I wonder where he picked that up from. ;) I suppose now, the sensors really need to come out for James and I. We've already begun the spelling game. C-O-O-K-I-E is not a word we can use in our house too often, or else you better have one ready to give out to the little guy. Oh and it can only be the mint girl guide ones. Looks like James and I will be spelling that one until next year when they come back in season. lol

One other cute story to share from this weekend. Last night, James and I decided to walk over to the grocery store to pick up a few things for dinner. As I am pushing Cam in the cart we had come to a stop in the aisle as some people were blocking the way, Cam decides to say, "beep, beep!" The woman beside us started to laugh as I acknowledge that he is indeed using it in the right context. Kids really do say the darndest things.  

Long time no post

Wow, it's been awhile! I don't really have that great of an excuse for not writing other than I got lazy. I'm going to try and make more of an effort to write more posts from now on. Life is busy and good, so there is no reason not to share what is going on. Cam is constantly changing and growing; it's such a great experience and adventure every day. I have been having these really strong mental thoughts lately about not wanting to let go of Cam. I think it all stemmed from my trip to Barcelona (well the one I was supposed to go on, but I'll explain that later). I was keeping busy with everything around me, that I didn't have much time to think about leaving and what it would be like to say farewell to Cam and James to go away for 10 days. Maybe I was subconsciously trying to think about it, cause every time someone would ask me if I was excited to, then the thoughts would slowly start to seep in about Cam's well being without me. I mean, don't get me wrong, James is a great, loving and caring father, but it's me that runs to Cam in the middle of the night when he cries. It's me he wants when he gets hurt. I'm the one to give him a bottle and tuck him in at night, so what would it be like when he discovers I'm not there to do any of it? The rationale part of me knows he would survive. The other side of me (the emotional side) would start to tear up thinking he needs me to be there for him and that I am failing him as a mother to always be there for him, for none other than the selfish reason of wanting to get away on a break. Knowing I would be across the world with no responsibilities and having fun in a city/country I have yet to discover felt almost wrong. Is that weird? All of a sudden future thoughts would flash through my head of Cam's first day of school, then letting him go to university and then, of course, marriage. My baby would soon be all grown up and gone before I know it. I now have felt the uncontrollable feeling of never wanting your baby to grow up. I want to hold him and never let go. As I was going through all my photos of Cam as a newborn and now as an 18 month old, I am in awe of how much he has grown up and changed in such a short time. I think this stage is my favourite. Seeing him discover and learn so many things right now brings the biggest smile to my face and makes my heart so filled with joy. He makes me laugh, cry and sometimes makes me frustrated, but these are the best days of my life, by far. Now as for my trip to Barcelona, I was supposed to leave Friday evening with a girl friend, but due to some unfortunate health complications, we had to cancel last minute. I am bummed, but it would have been terrible had we had left and she fell ill while there. I just hope she gets back to good health quickly. Sometimes the expression, "everything happens for a reason," sounds cliché, but I do believe it. Maybe I just wasn't supposed to go this time around. Cam is battling his first cough, so I couldn't imagine leaving him while he is feeling so bad. So, on Friday night, rather than spending it on a flight to the warm city of Barcelona, I spent it watching a Sens game with James, his dad and two brothers and Cam. Now, it's not my idea of the time of my life, but I still love spending time with family no what the occasion because they are the most important people in my life and I want Cam to grow up cherishing all of them. 


Care

Your friendly neighbourhood strangers

Today on my way home after picking up Cam from daycare, I experienced two random acts of kindness from complete strangers. It's not everyday that something like this happens, so I feel like I it deserves a post. As I left work, I saw the skies turning more and more grey and I knew this was not going to be great walking weather for a baby in a stroller. I actually got a ride to Cam's daycare from my Creative Director, Jake and I knew the moment he would drop me off, that it was going to start to down pour, and boy was I right. I had to wait on the steps of daycare before Cam and I could leave and once the rain tapered down, we started on our way. As we were walking a woman carrying an umbrella asked me if I wanted to walk under it as she was going my way. I told her thanks, but it's ok, I have an umbrella myself, but was more concerned about the lightning hitting us if I had it up. Then about 30 feet ahead I noticed a really nice audi pulled over to the side of the road and as I approached it closer, the man inside asked me if I wanted a ride home so I wouldn't be caught in the storm. Again, I declined the offer (not because he could have been a creep - cause I honestly believe he was just being nice) but I didn't have a car seat is what I told him and he said, that's ok, do you need to go far? I only had a few more blocks to go, so I was fine. Normally I haven't really experienced true random acts of kindness like this on the streets downtown, so it was really nice to have it happen all in my neighbourhood. I mean, not that I live in a crappy area, but you never know the things that could happen where you live. It made me feel good that there are still those friendly neighbourhood strangers out there willing to lend a helping hand, umbrella or car for that matter. ;)