Closing down my journal instead of doing a rename.

add berkanaisageek if you want

I'm not afraid to admit I cried watching this. It's a powerful song (and I wanted to deck the dad too!).

Please remember where our freedom came from.



Quoted from the video information:
"On November 11, 1999 Terry Kelly was in a drug store in Dartmouth, Nova Scotia. At 10:55 AM an announcement came over the stores PA asking customers who would still be on the premises at 11:00 AM to give two minutes of silence in respect to the veterans who have sacrificed so much for us.

Terry was impressed with the stores leadership role in adopting the Legions two minutes of silence initiative. He felt that the stores contribution of educating the public to the importance of remembering was commendable.

When eleven oclock arrived on that day, an announcement was again made asking for the two minutes of silence to commence. All customers, with the exception of a man who was accompanied by his young child, showed their respect.

Terrys anger towards the father for trying to engage the stores clerk in conversation and for setting a bad example for his child was channeled into a beautiful piece of work called, A Pittance of Time. Terry later recorded A Pittance of Time and included it on his full-length music CD, The Power of the Dream."

The last trial home Teeka was in is HORRIBLE. The woman is so stupid. She complains that Teeka is not at all affectionate and then complains that Teeka is invading her space by sleeping next to her pillow at night... and "she claws my shoulder while I'm trying to sleep" uh, yeah, she's not at all affectionate... she's only kneeding your shoulder! Goober.

Anyway, I'd rather not move Teeka around a lot so I'm trying to find her another trial before we pick her up from the old lady's apartment.

http://calgary.kijiji.ca/c-pets-cats-kittens-for-sale-Affectionate-long-med-hair-cat-in-desperate-need-of-rehoming-W0QQAdIdZ123090086

If any of you know someone looking for a cat, please let me know!

Sad day for us... here's a copy of an ad we posted:

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Kerowyn Shae was born 3:23am on July 2nd. She was 9lbs 4.3oz and just over 22 inches long! At a week early this means she would have been bigger than Koen had she been born on her due date.

We were home from the hospital 10 hours after she was born (they almost kicked us out at 6 hours cause they needed the beds so desperately).

We're doing great. If you'd like to come visit that's fine, but please call ahead in case we're napping!

Hey... I'm pregnant!

And I think I'm going to become an introvert for the next three months (13 weeks).

In the last two-three weeks I've been having vivid nightmares fueled by my overactive imagination. Why's that? several reasons...

1. One of our new friends is an obstetrics nurse and now and then she'll have a "bad day". Well, when you have a bad day you vent to your friends, right? Well, her "bad day" usually involves newborns dying... which she then tells me about because she's stressed and needs to relieve that stress.

2. I picked up a newspaper and the first three stories were... 1. Merritt man allegidly kills his three kids under 10. 2. Man on the run after shooting his five year old to "get back at his wife". and 3. 18 week old fetus found in the sewage.

3. I had a high result on my glucose test (no biggie, did with Koen too) so go in for gestational diabeties testing on saturday. The same lady from #1 is predicting/assuming I DO have gestational diabeties and felt it necessary to tell me what happens to a baby who's mother is not careful with her sugar intake. Note that I didnt have gestational diabetes with Koen, I simply have a hard time processing sugar... which is part of why I'm fat.

On top of this people seem to want to talk about pregnancies gone wrong to the pregnant lady. (And I even mean strangers on the bus for fuck's sake). No, it's not that I'm worried I'm suddenly going to miscarry, or that I'm worried my baby is suddenly going to be shot by Alan... no... it's that I have a vivid imagination that gets more vivid when I'm pregnant making sleep next to impossible because that vivid imagination is having me dream about all the horrible things people keep telling me about.

So... if it involves a child/fetus being sick/abused, possibly dying or definately dying; if it involves a pet like a cat or dog or any animal really, being sick/abused, possibly dying or definately dying... please don't tell me about it!?

That includes going "oh did you hear about Kujo? oh wait, you don't want to hear stuff like that." Which is almost worse because my imagination will then fill in the blanks with things far worse than the truth. If I'm stupid and I ask you a question that will lead to one of the types of answers above, please try and change the subject... or at least answer with "oh, no reason" or "never mind".

I have officially stuck my head in the sand... please be so kind as to go around!

Watching a baby eat a peanut butter sandwich is one of the many joys of being a mother.

Guess it's time to dust off the journal again... check out the custom friends filters and see if everyone is seeing what they want to see. I'll make a series of posts and state what filter is being used. If you're seeing something you don't want to just reply to that post and let me know please.

Wow. Just fucking wow.

My baby is 8 months old today. He weighs approximately 24 lbs and is almost 30 inches tall.

He's almost entirely on solid foods already and only has one "bottle" a day (he still has formula, but in a sippy or straw cup). At breakfast we have a bowl of warm cereal (this morning it was wheat cereal with yogart and raspberries), a baby carrot and a slice of apple to practice with (still no teeth) and a sippy cup with 1-2oz of milk. If he's still thirsty after that I offer him either water or formula.

He has a 2-3 hour morning nap.

At lunch we have the same "chicken/beef/turkey stew" that he has at supper. Along with a piece of celery and a baby carrot to "practice" and another glass of milk.

He has a 1-2 hour afternoon nap.

Afternoon snack is a sippy cup of formula and a piece of fruit for "practice".

Supper is the same as lunch but I sometimes throw in a tablespoon or two of prunes (his favourite food), and sometimes a glass of watered down apple juice.

Last night he went to bed at 7pm, woke up at 9pm for his one and only bottle, went back to sleep and stayed asleep until 7am when Alan's alarm went off.

I've been learning his language. He says "dada" and "dad" consistantly and I can tell when he is just babbling or if he is actually asking after Alan. He says "keys" when talking to the kitties (more like the first syllable of kitties). He says "muuuum" but usually only when crying and putting his arms up to me. And I think he's started using "baba" for his sippy cup and bottle.

He's still not crawling but he gets around as if he was by doing his rolling, lazy boy. If I hold his fingers he will "walk" to daddy with sporadic steps.

We start swimming lessons this saturday but I know he's already completed what they hope to teach the babies in the class... to be comfortable in the water and with being dunked. He gets excited if he hears the bath running or if he smells the chlorine of the pool. He's kicking like mad before I can even get him changed for the pool.

At this particular moment he's playing in his exer-saucer and looking at the front door between babbling "dad" and "dada". Alan just left for work 30 minutes ago and Koen has been talking about him since.

I'm very proud of my son and I tell him that every day at least three times (when he lets me snuggle him).