Tired

I am tired. I just wanted to pop in and say that. I had big plans for today's post, but I am too tired to attempt it. Hopefully tomorrow. All I know is Gabe left home for work this morning at 5:30 am and he is still not home and it is 10:00 pm. I guess I shouldn't be complaining about being tired, huh?

I did not write a post last night, and it's not because I didn't want too. I did. I usually write while Gabe is rocking Andrew to sleep. Last night, Gabe and I were up until midnight hanging drywall. Mom was here, and she rocked Andrew to sleep. When we finished for the night, I was done. I wasn't even the least bit interested in coming on the computer.

We are still hanging drywall today, and are nowhere near done. It is really hard to do it when you are amateurs like us. I would like to attempt to do the mudding and taping myself, but we will see how my job turns out on the 2 walls that you won't see (that will be behind kitchen cabinets).

It has finally stopped snowing! Thank goodness! I am sick of winter. I had some pictures to upload, but I can't seem to find my camera. No wonder, you should see the craziness that is my house!

Still snowing!

This won't be a long post. I am cold and I want a bath so badly!

We are still snowed it. Getting low on groceries. There is a small store in town that carries the necessities, and we can just pull a sled down there. Thankfully, it's not too chilly out. We found out today that there is no insulation in our walls! Eek! We will be adding external insulation this summer, but that is going to set us back about $3000. Ouch. There go my new stainless steel appliances. Maybe next year.

Andrew is starting to get ready to walk. He is such a big baby (well over 30 lbs) so I know it is a lot of weight to balance. However, he has the strongest legs I have ever seen on a baby. He is just so darn busy, that crawling gets him there way faster then walking will (for now, anyway).

I ran downstairs to throw in a load of laundry and came back up to find that he has climbed an entire ladder and was at the very top, touching the roof. He was just laughing and saying, "hot". He loves he word "hot".

That's it for now. I am going to go snuggle in a nice warm tub and then a nice warm bed.

Why I often think of moving...

This picture was taken outside of my window just minutes ago. We have had beautiful, warm spring days and my yard has been empty of snow and dry for quite a while. The other day, I had Andrew out in a spring coat. It was 20 degrees out (that's 68 degrees Fahrenheit). Now all of a sudden, it is freezing out and we are supposed to get 20-23 inches of snow overnight. Ugghh. I am starting to wonder if all of us Canadians are crazy! Why do we choose to love in a place that has winter for more then half of the year? This winter has held on so long, and it will not let up! I hate winter!

Our electrician came today, and the wiring of the kitchen is almost done. Woo-hoo. Tomorrow, the plumber is coming to put in a new vent and move our plumbing in the kitchen. Then comes drywall, then another sub floor, then cabinets, and then the tile. Seems to close, yet so far. I just can't wait to have a sink. I am sick of doing my dishes in the tub.

I have a cold right now and I feel pretty gross. I feel really complain-y right now so I am going to end this post. Either that, or complain for another 8 pages. I think ending it sounds better, don't you?

I give up.

So this slowing down on nursing thing is just not working for me. Andrew is miserable a lot of the time because I am denying him and I am sick of it. Quite frankly, I am sick of the 8 million breastfeeding sessions that are going on at night. Not really 8 million, but definitely more then 8. He will eventually wean himself, and for now, I am just going to enjoy my close time with him whenever he wants. Well, whenever he really wants, and not when he catches a glimpse of me changing or every time he sees me in the shower or tub.

Our electrician came today and a lot of the wiring is done for our kitchen. I cannot wait to have it done. I am pretty pumped to put before and after pictures up here for all to see.

Well, not all to see. The only person who has read this blog is Crystal.

the long and winding day.

Today was a rough day.

Andrew slept peacefully and soundly from 10:00 pm until 3:00 am. He woke up for a nurse, and drifted back off to sleep. He proceeded to do the same thing another 11 times, when I looked at the clock to see that it was only 5:00 am. 12 feedings in 2 hours? I feel like I am going crazy!

On top of it all, I am sick. Yuck. I feel like I need just one good sleep to get better. One day I will have a good sleep.

I am still doing fairly good with the pacing of the breastfeeding. We had our morning feeding in bed. He did not breastfeed again until after lunch right before his nap. However, he did wake up after 45 minutes of his nap, and nothing could console him except my breasts. I caved and nursed him back to sleep. He slept for another hour and a half!

He woke up from his nap at almost 4 pm and at 6 he was acting like he was desperate for another feeding, so I nursed him again. Now, he has had his last feeding and is being rocked to sleep by dad.

Hopefully tonight goes better.

Trying new things.

The funeral was pretty nice for a funeral. It was great to see family. I can see why in so many cultures, the whole village raises a child. You would not believe how easy it is to have a child with a huge family around. The little man followed his cousins all over the place and got lots of hugs and cuddles from aunts and great aunts and lots of roughhousing from uncles and great uncles. Andrew loves people and is a very social baby, so it is so awesome to be with a large group of people.

Today was a pretty good day that ended kind of rough. I am trying to slow Andrew down on the breastfeeding. I am not ready to wean him completely, but just to not nurse so frequently. He wants to nurse every hour around the clock. Now before you all rush to assume that I am a bad mother, keep in mind that he is 14 months old, not a newborn.

This morning we woke up, having our morning breastfeeding in bed as we always do. We had breakfast, and as I started tidying things up, Andrew wanted to nurse again. So I dressed him in outside clothes and we stayed outside all morning. He was happy and busy and not interested in nursing. We came inside, had lunch, and I nursed a happy little man to sleep.

He napped on his own for 2 hours! (That is unheard of in our house!) I was so impressed. Usually he wakes up after 45 minutes and wants to be nursed back to sleep. After he woke up, I bundles him up, and we headed out and went for a walk with another mom and babe for about 2 hours. I went over to her house so the kids could play. Then we went home.

Cue the dramatic horror music.

All hell broke loose. He was crazy whiny, crying and clinging to me. I gave him a snack and that tided him over for, um, 2 minutes? I gave in and nursed him, only because he is used to nursing so frequently. (Mind you, when we were family at the funeral, he would nurse only every six hours or so, and has done this whenever we are out and busy)

He then started to bite. Those 10 little sharp teeth bite so dang hard. I would say no, put him down, he would throw a fit. 10 minutes later, I would try to nurse him again. Same story. This happened about ten time, until he got the hint that mom doesn't like having her nipples almost bitten off.

Then dad came home, and the sun begins to shine. Andrew is happy, eats an adult sized portion of spaghetti and meat sauce and is now in the arms of his loving dad, drifting off to sleep.

The little munchkin.

A quick note.

Wow, two blogs entries two days in a row. This can only mean good things.

Although I just started, I will be taking a break for a couple of days. I am heading out for the prayer service and funeral of my Great Uncle Alf. There were only four children in my grandpa's family, and Alf is the last one. He passed away Friday morning. I am going to miss the sweet old man.

The plumbers told us they would not be able to come and fix our plumbing until today, so my wonderful husband did the plumbing all by himself and got it up and running last night! Hooray for baths and flushing toilets! My husband works so hard and I am so proud of him.

My little man is napping right now, and I need to get packed. Sorry this is so short, but hey, I wrote something!

A New Start

Okay, so I have decided to start a new blog. Start fresh.

I find myself checking other people's blogs all the time. I had another blog before, but I never updated. It felt like a chore. I don't know if starting a new one will help, but I will try.

We are so deep in renovations and I am so sick of it. Right now, as I type, I have no kitchen sink, and all of the plumbing for my tub/toilet/bathroom sink has been removed. We are waiting for the plumbers to come. Yuck!

So I am currently challenging myself with Philippians 4:8. "Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things."

I just read a devotion the other day that spoke directly to me. I never believed that when I spoke to my husband, my mom, or my sister that the words that spilled out of my mouth were gossip or slander. I felt I was just venting how I was feeling. God has been speaking to me about that lately. I really need to watch my mouth. If the words I am saying are not uplifting someone, that they do not need to be said at all.

You would not believe how challenging this is, at least for me. I don't think I am a mean person, but I used to make fun of other people a lot. I would not like people to say the things about me that I have said about them. It is really tough when you see someone doing something that you would have made fun of in the past, say for some crazy outfit or horrible hair-do, etc, and to just stop your mouth.

I pray for God to stop me and think before I speak. Our mouth's are such horrible weapons and can do so much damage. I want the words that come out of my mouth to be true, noble, right, pure, lovely, and admirable. Don't you?