Lament on the marshmallow

Last night we had dinner with several friends, hosted by our good friends, Ron and Meredith. I learned a valuable lesson: even if your friends are well-meaning and want to feed marshmallows to your 18-month old daughter directly before her bedtime, you really should refuse unless you enjoy fighting with a toddler for 3 hours to get her to bed. You've probably figured out by now that I did not refuse. I let Emily happily eat her mini-marshmallows. Then I unhappily struggled, for the next 3 hours, to get her to sleep. You know, after 18 months you'd think that I would have figured this whole parenting thing out but clearly not. Maybe I'm not as bright as I thought. #2, be afraid... or be joyous that you'll get to eat marshmallows in my moments of stupidity.

A nice weekend... currie and sheep... just not in the same dish.

We've had a great weekend. Yesterday was Emily's weekly swim lesson. It was going great... she was even being uncharacteristically brave by putting her face in the water and finding it hilarious. Then things went bad when she was attempting (badly) her back floats and somehow floated right under the water without expecting it. Much crying ensued and the swim lesson ended for us a few minutes early. The day ended though with Emily loving the butter chicken we made (hoping she would try it but never being naive enough to believe she would actually like it and ask for more). The kid never stops surprising my when it comes to meals. This is one of the most frustrating things about kids at this age. You give them a food they seem to love and a day later they hate it.

Today we went to the experimental farm. We ran into a few friends who were also touring their kids around. Thus, Emily got to share her snack with some friends. Here, Emily is checking out the sheep. Tonight we are off to have dinner with friends, Ron and Meredith, where Emily will get to eat her favourite food: ham. In Emily's world, pronounced: AM!

Hah-hah! I did it!

I figured out how to add a photo to my profile. Thank you 'hello' and blogger help. Wow, I really accomplished a lot today. I cleaned out the fridge (even wiped the shelves!) and put a photo with my profile. Whew. I better take a rest. That's a pretty full day. Oh, I also found out the the little choclocate cream puffs from my dad's wedding last weekend are sold at M&M... an all around winning day. Now, time for a movie and some easter cream eggs.

Caramilk eggs and blogging are my new addictions

I have a problem. Now that I have a blog of my own I can't seem to stop fiddling with it or viewing the 3 or so blogs (dooce, sarondipity and joke) that I view on an occasional basis. The worst part of this is (and I do feel slightly better in admitting this in an Oprah-confessional kind of way) that I'm doing this on the taxpayer dollar. I'm doing this at work... while I'm being paid out of your pockets! That's bad. I'm bad. I'm a bad person. Dear Canadian taxpayers... I promise to be better next week when the Minister is back and needing my undivided attention. I'm also now finding that blogging is that much better while eating a chocolate and drinking tea (let's be honest... anything is better with tea. And caramel). This could eventually, after #2 shows up, show up on my butt. Right now I am counting on the breastfeeding miracle weight loss plan that did me so well last time. I think that is a risky plan but for now, it is a guilt free way to enjoy my caramilk eggs. So, I'm going with it.

Now my sister, Beth, has sent me her blog link. This could become worse before it gets better. Again, I'm sorry Canada. I will give Mr. Minister my full attention next week and ensure that he is amply buried under a large pile of briefing notes.

Em and K at cottage

This is us. Since I can't figure out how to get blogger to let me put a photo in beside my profile, I'll have to show us off to the world this way. By the way, now that I'm back to work after my year-long maternity leave, I no longer look this relaxed or happy-go-lucky.

First posting

I don't know exactly how this will all turn out but this is the beginning.

I'm pregnant with what I refer to as "#2". #2 follows from Emily. So, as I have regretted for a while not blogging during my first maternity leave so that my boiled and mashed brain could eventually remember what happened during that year, I have decided I will fix that this time. And starting early means I get to torture anyone desperate enough to read this with the tedious minutia of my life.

So this will be the blog of my life up until I have to repeat this whole energy draining, brain shrinking, ultimately growing, learning, loving experience but with a toddler at my heels performing her own version of Chinese water torture in the form of the word "mummy" uttered what has to be 1,298 times a day. Okay, I own it... I love it every time she says it. For now.

So, let's see what this becomes and what I can learn, express and work out for myself here.