Genes (Looks Vs. Personality)

Every single day Monster changes. His looks, his personality, his size never stay the same for long.

It's really no surprise to me when someone says "Holy he looks just like his dad!" or "Wow, Darryl Mini-Me!" because trust me, I see it too. Those genes are just too strong to deny. Even so, anyone who knows me well can see that Monsters personality is very similar to mine.

Once a bedtime routine was firmly planted into his day, and into his mind it is something that needs to be followed. One can chalk that up to an infants need for structure, and not just a personality trait passed down for his mommy but there are other things to support my theory.

When I am frustrated and on the verge of a meltdown I need to be alone. I need to retreat to my bedroom for about 10 minutes to focus on what the hell is the matter with me before I say or do something I will regret. Monster is already showing signs of following my foot steps.

As soon as he gets frustrated for one reason or another, simply lying him in his crib with the mobile going will calm him almost instantly. Sure enough when we collect him 10 minutes later he is all smiles and belly laughs.

Things might not also be this way for him, but it is ok with me if he continues to look like his daddy; but act like his mommy... As long as he ends up with his daddy's amazing sense of humor.

When it comes to infant personality development, only time will tell!





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The Beginning

I'm new to the whole blogging universe. My blogging career started over at whattoexpect.com when I first became a member back in September(?) 2009.

That blog was primarily about my joys during pregnancy, and I didn't write very often. When I discovered blogger.com I was overjoyed with the different templates and color options. Therefor my loyalties switched (just for blogging, I still love WTE with my whole heart!).

I've recently had a couple friends mention my blog to me, and had the great pleasure of hearing they enjoyed reading it. I will admit, I grin like a moron for 2 days after hearing that. I gush when I see I have a blog comment because it makes me feel like I'm doing this for more then myself.

I started the blog with two things in mind, 1. That I had a place to keep my thoughts and ideas about the only thing in this world I know more about then anyone else; my child(ren) and 2. That this would someday be printed and kept for my child(ren) to read if they were ever interested.

From day one I never knew what I "wanted to be when I grew up" but I always knew I would become a wife and mother. If those are the only titles I will ever formally hold, I will still have lead a fulfilling and happy life. Thank you to those of you who read about my war stories along the way! :)


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Friday Golf Adventure

My Hubbs recently added Golf to his ridiculously long list of hobbies. He got a set of clubs from Monster and I for Father's Day and hasn't looked back since.

On Friday Hubbs made plans with Uncle Slim, Chop Stewy, Monster and I to go to a local golf course for 9 holes. I'm not much of a golf enthusiast, and I don't see much hope in me becoming a decent golfer because of my massive boobs. Needless to stay, I pushed Monster in his stroller and score kept while the guys played.

We were at the course for about two hours and I am proud to say that Monster was a perfect angel! He spent most of his the smile and talking to his toys. We had a much deserved Cheerio snack break around the 7th hole.




The golf course is full of hills and steep climbs (most are) so I definitely got some good exercise pushing Monster around for 2 hours. (It made me feel less guilty for over indulging in Birthday cake later that evening..)




Uncle Slim even tried to teach him some proper club handling technics. If my son is anything like my Hubbs they will make my bankrupt with all their hobbies!

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Bird Walk

In an attempt to keep our whole family active, Hubbs suggested a trip to the Wharf to enjoy the Bird Walk.

Every day we make small (sometimes unrecognizable) changes to our activity levels and eating habits with ulterior motives. Of course, one day in the near future we might have an All Star Canuck on our hands, but the only way to achieve such a goal is to ensure a love of activity (and fruits and veggies).

On Wednesday afternoon we headed down to do the walk in the smoky sunshine. I lathered up Monster in sunscreen, packed all the essential baby items, and extra water for our pug-kid Lola.

(Note: It is not recommended that parents use sunscreen on an infant under the age of 6 months, however I personally take that risk because I feel sunscreen has to be less dangerous and painful then a sunburn. Also, Thank you to careless people, and Mother Nature for making my province an ashtray. AGAIN.)

Unfortunately, besides from the benefits of fresh air, our attempts to make Monster appreciate the outdoors and the wilderness around us were fruitless... He almost immediately fell asleep, which, I can't blame him. Apparently bumpy rides are soothing.

Our first born Lola is a pug and pugs aren't necessarily built for summer exercise because by the time we were walking back to the truck it sounded like we were surrounded by several panting dogs. Not just the one. She is incredibly passive, and lazy so she was totally Ok with being carted around in the bottom of the stroller in order to rest and cool off.

The walk didn't take only (maybe an hour) but I was certainly drenched in sweat when we were finished.

Compressed Shift

I have a ton of catching up to do....

On Friday (th 13th) Hubbs found out that he'd be stuck working the compressed shift. For anyone who doesn't know what that means, it's three 10 hour shifts in two days. He normally works the swing shift, this treat was on account of his level 3 First Aid.

Since Hubbs got his level 3 First Aid, he's been flopped around to various shifts. It's been interesting, to say the least.

He usually dreads it, when they foreman's walk over, announcing his need to give up his weekends. I on the other hand, have different feels regarding this shift. Yes Hubbs is almost a ghost for 3 days because he's either at work, or sleeping for the 7 hours between each shifts but in return he gets 7 glorious days off afterwards.

All the hard work, and super suckiness pays off in my books. It's almost a paid vacation in the middle of the summer to enjoy time at home with your wife and Monster. Doing the shift once and awhile might just be a blessing in disguise. Don't tell him I said that.

:)

Baby Butt

Just a quick post..

Hubbs, Monster and I are at the Interior Health Authority Armstrong branch with my mother-in-law waiting for her eye appointment. After searching the health pamphlets and papers, reading every word this building has of health info I am now officially bored.

Monster is happily playing with daddy on his lap, when I noticed the cutest thing! My question is, how the heck does baby butt crack happen with a Pampers diaper on?!





Mind boggling, yet absolutely adorable. It's been a busy day, so I have plenty of pictures and posts to come!

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Shopping Day pt: Two

You'd think after a full day of shopping and traveling a 5 month old would be exhausted right? Not mine.

When Monster gets bored of the same four walls and old toys in our house the best way to stop the fuss and whine is to take him somewhere. Which is exactly what we did.

A local (super awesome) specialty baby store in our town is currently having a moving sale; meaning everything is at least 50% off (Thank you Baby Barn!) so the Hubbs and I finally made our way down to check it out today.

Most of the store had already been picked through, but we did find a couple gems!





This adorable Red Rooster shirt was originally $19.99 (which I think is ludicrious for a shirt Monster would only be able to wear a few times before his Monsterous self grows out of the darn thing) but we got it for $5. I think it's overflowing with cuteness and it reminds me of an old sailor tattoo.

Anyone who knows Hubbs knows he's a pretty huge dork. Along with his insane obsession for anything cinema and game related he's also a major comment book nerd. My child is doomed! Anyways, we found some Spiderman wall stickies for Monsters bedroom!





The best thing about them is you can move then whenever, and thy won't peel your paint. So cute! Today was certainly a good shopping day!

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