oh the humidity

Once again I'm brain tired because of this heat. I'm from a breed of people that can't stand heat but hate the cold. We are a moderate temperate stock. And we like bland food (well I don't but most of my family does). Where am I going with this you ask? No where. Like I said, I'm brain fried, tired.. whatever.

So I'm melting into a puddle in the apartment. Sometime this morning I crawled to the kitchen to see what there was to eat. I started to forage and then I stopped. I stood in my tiny apt. size kitchen and realized "my god, some of this stuff should be illegal so weak people like me won't succumb to the temptations of such things or have to do stuff I don't like". And here is the conversation that took place in my crazy little head:

Item One: Why does Loblaw's (Canadian grocery chain) put this on sale for 3.99? That's three dollars off people. THREE DOLLARS OFF!. It's cruel to mark that down for weak folk like me to buy. Who can resist?


Item Two: Sweet, sweet cinnamon butterhorn. Why do I hear you calling my name? Or are you tooting my name with your buttery horn? Why does husband say I can eat the last one? Is he going to ask me to kill someone later (or something equally dastardly) and then say "well honey, come on... I gave you the last butterhorn". And then you know I will have to do it because I inhaled that butterhorn before he even finished saying I could have it. Bad, bad butterhorn.


Item Three: Doritos. Do I have to spell this one out? I didn't think so.

Item Four: Panda licorice. Yes I find you in the organic section of the store and you make me feel good (and you keep me regular*). But you are made of sugar and something black. And that is all. And it makes me have a tummy ache because I eat you all at one time. Because I'm weak willed.
*WAY too much information to be sharing. Sorry gentle reader.

Item Five: Universal law - laundry should be illegal. And it shouldn't be piling up outside the kitchen. But it is. Because I'm lazy and it's too hot to be doing laundry. We can go naked until the neighbours call the cops.

But on the bright side I did buy some new tea towels. Aren't they fab?
So I know this is a really lame post but I'm not inspired by this weather and I'm trying to pack for a trip to the in-laws because Bump Daddy is having a boy's weekend. I'm hoping I get to spend some time by the pool reading Random Families by Adrian Nicole LeBlanc (or The Company You Keep by Neil Gordon because I haven't decided which one to crack open yet) and let the grandparents take care of Bumper. Because they don't get to see her often enough. I also will be in a rural place that only has dial-up (THE HORROR!) so I'll be jonesing by the time I get home on Tuesday. I'm not quite sure what the withdrawal symptoms look like but I'm sure I'll be able to write about when I get home if it's not too traumatic.

TDot moms - have a fantastic get together this weekend. I'll be thinking of you all!

Everyone have a great holiday weekend!

two bad ladies most certainly

I just read HBM's post over at Mama Blogs Toronto the new hangout for the ladies of the GTA. Well, as I said in my comments "I'm blushing". I can't tell you how much of a relief it was yesterday that when I met HBM, she didn't hang out for 30 minutes and then excuse herself with something like:

"I've got to go buy some stuff.. at a store... you know... so it was nice meeting you (while backing away and being non-committal)...see ya and keep reading!"

Because I figured that 30 minutes would be the magical number of minutes to not seem rude and still be able to salvage an afternoon. You know any lady worth her salt knows that you always need an exit strategy. But here is the funny thing: I didn't think up an exit strategy before I met her because I knew I was going to like her. I just knew it. And thank God I was right. PHEW (massive sigh of relief)!

And what isn't there to like to like about her? She's articulate (unlike me. And there can only be one inarticulate person because the conversation would never get anywhere), she's a mom, she's a mom who doesn't have all the answers nor pretends to, her baby is to DIE FOR, and she wears cool sneakers. I mean come on folks, what isn't there to like?

But on the subway ride downtown I thought "What if she doesn't like me? What if Bumper does that alien face hugger thing (she did) and she can't get WonderBaby out of her grasp? What if I have rice cereal in my hair? What if she secretly makes fun of my pink nursing shirt*? I don't usually wear pink but it was the only clean shirt I have and what if she thinks I'm all girly girl and not too bright and a crappy mom because I can't keep a hat on Bumper's head? AND AND... you know what folks? My pink shirt and all those terror thoughts didn't matter. I was freaked out because when I read HBM I'm always (yes! always!) blown away. I love it when I can totally see another point of view with such clarity. Seeing is not the same as agreeing but when a POV is presented in her style, I'm just totally blown away. And she's funny. That is very VERY important. She is very funny.

But I didn't need to freak out. And she didn't back away with excuses 30 minutes after we met. We had a great afternoon.

So maybe we all haven't met face to face yet but we've met heart to heart (awwww)and brain to brain (ewwww) and those are the important things (besides footwear). So we already know each other (insert carnel joke here) and we just need to identify the vessels. And what vessels I'm sure they all are!

So I'll stop talking now and show my pics from yesterday because who can't get enough of WonderBaby and Bumper? NOT ME!

WB: pleased to meet you, my name is Wonder Baby
M: hey mom

WB: who's she?

B: That's just my mom. I must hug your head

WB: what the?

WB:Mom!!!!

Alien face hugger folks. Is it a bad thing? No really. When a kid does this to your kid do you freak? I don't but I'd like to know if it's a bad thing.

hangin' out baby style

* no offense to those who like pink. I'm more of a black and neutals kinda gal. But it's a cool style shirt and I can whip the ladies out in a moments notice. Once again, H&M Momma section.

No Sleep Till Brooklyn

I'll post later today (I hope. Bump Daddy has been working crazy hours and I'm trying to let him relax so it kind of eats into my post time...) but I wanted to share a picture taken yesterday after an afternoon spent with the amazing HBM and WonderBaby. Bumper was all tuckered out on the subway:

and she slept the entire ride home. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh,

proof that I'm losing it...

What was I thinking? How did I let another piece of baby furniture in my abode? Is this proof that I'm really losing it? I think I've been duped folks. A mommy friend said I could take this exersaucer and I jumped at the chance because I was too cheap busy to buy one for Bumper. I think this particular exersaucer is like the fruit cake that gets mailed around every holiday season. You know there is only one and it keeps getting sent around the world to the next sucker who looks at it and immediately plans to regift it at the next available opportunity.

Here I am apparently crying over how one piece of furniture can be so large, bright and fugly.


And here is Bumper, at the wheel, ready to cause havoc with all the doodads and noise makers. She seems interested. I guess I can put up with it for a while. Now I must find a sucker to take this off my hands in a few weeks. Plotting...plotting...

Only 10? I could go on for days...

Mrs. Misfortune, the b-side of Mrs. Fortune who is one of the coolest new moms on the block (did she make up the word breastaurant? because I love it!), tagged me for a non-meme. This involved posting about ten things I do not like, in random order of how they occur to me. Only ten? I'm gonna give it a try and if I stick to ten I'll pat myself on the back. So without further ado:

Ten things I hate (in random order):

1. Corporations. Since they fought so hard to have the exact same rights as me, then they should be able to go to jail for the multitude of crimes they commit. In lieu of going to jail they should be physically destroyed by being recycled, melted down and the sale of said scrap donated to charity. I know, I know, shame on me because I actually work for one of the biggest and guiltiest corporations known to man but I'm trying to bring them down from the inside-out. Not really but at least I know where their Achilles heel exists.
   


2. Strangers who touch my baby. We all know what that's like so I don't need to describe why.
   
3. Baby advice assvice from strangers. Oh lordy I could go on about this one for days but I won't because once again: you all know what I'm talking about.
   
4. Acceleration of time that has happened since I've had my baby. WTF? Where did the last nine months go? I swear that the hours of the day have been butchered. The afternoons while waiting for hubby to get home drag out and then between the time he gets home and bedtime have been compacted. It's like being stuck in Groundhog day on meth.
   
   
5. Pet hair. Two cats + uptight mommy = crying over the huge dust bunnies that gather daily around all furniture. If I catch Bumper putting another one in her mouth... oh who am I fooling? She probably eats more than I know about and she's still alive.
   
6. Fed Ex. See both bullet #1 and this past post here.
7. Ann Coulter. Do I have to go into detail on this one? She just makes me sick.
   
8. George W. isms. I mean, how complicated is the saying "The tide has turned"?
   
   
9. Stephen Harper. If he was put in power by the Bilderberg group then why wouldn't they pick someone less lizard-like?
10. Fake butter on popcorn at the theatre.

Wow. Who knew I was so political? I certainly hope the CIA doesn't do random word searches of mommy blogs because I might get a talking to... what's that sweetie? There someone at the door? Who's truck is that? ACME Flower Delivery? Hmmmmmmm... why would a delivery man wear such dark sunglasses and a suit?

BTW - Mrs. Fortune: Motherbumper is my real name. It's an old family name passed down to the daughter who tortured their momma most in utero. I was two weeks late during the hottest summer on record. My mom phones me on my actual due date every year to remind me of how bad the weather was the year I was born. Serious. Or am I? BWAH HA HA HA HA HA HA

EDITED TO ADD:
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Holy crap I'm clueless... I wrote this in kind of a hurry and in my excitement I realized I didn't tag anyone and what fun is that? So I tag: Jezer, BubandPie, and lil'debbie over at i obsess to tell me 10 things that they don't like. Cheers ladies! And I'd better not be on that list in the form of "I hate to be tagged for memes (even non-memes!)".

another bummer post by me

don't say I didn't warn you...bummer alert ahead:

So I'm sitting in bed the other night nursing Bumper. She's been on this total sleep regression since the latest bout of teething started (does it ever end?) so I've been spending more time night nursing than usual lately. This is prime time for me to meditate or reflect on things I've read or heard over the day. I was reading a lot about mean girls on that particular day and it must have been eating away at me more than I thought.

I remember back in junior high there was this girl, Mel, who went to another school but we crossed paths often via social circles. She was good looking, athletic, quick as a whip when it came to insults and well liked. Or so it seemed. One day I heard a story about her. This very popular girl in my class, Gert, told us the story during one of those post-gym class locker room girltalk sessions. She told us all in hushed voice that Mel was caught doing nasty, naughty things with herself and it involved syringes of water and hot dogs (god I hope I don't have to spell it out for anyone...). It was like she was the only person in the world that ever touched themselves and she was N-A-S-T-Y. I remember giggling, blushing and then I took the first opportunity to tell the other girls that weren't present for the original storytime. I remember seeing her and laughing behind my hands. It was so gross. What a perv!

Now of course, in my wealth of maturity and knowledge, I realize this story was B to the freakin' S. Even if it was true, who cares? I challenge anyone to tell me they haven't masturbated because I'd call you a fibber. Gert probably had a selfish reason to knock Mel off her block and how could anyone escape that kind of rumour/gossip when they are 14? Mel disappeared from our social scene. I don't actually know what happened to her, but I heard that story often at parties during those pre-university years. She was guilty until proven innocent.

Of course I was guilty of spreading and feeding this garbage so it's no surprize to me that I also was subjected to the gossip that wasn't true. For years, rumours about how much of a slut I was cycled around town. I apparently was the town bike, pump or whatever you call it in your neck of the woods. These stories almost destroyed me and the mean girls (actually they were women of 20-odd years old) who started the rumours about me just lit a fire that got out of control (if that was the intention - kudos ladies - you did well for a few years at least).

So here I am, 10 years later and still smarts. Sure, I held my head high and always tried to keep that stiff upper lip. But it hurt so much at that time. I had one good friend that stuck by me but it stung hard. Sure I got a few opportunities to confront guys who claimed to have slept with me and they always shrank like violets but it's a hollow victory.

But this is what bothers me the most about it. I still read crap like US Weekly (I say it's entertainment but sometimes I just gotta know what the latest crap is) and I love reading Hello! If I'm sick and in bed, it's what I want to be reading. People, US Weekly, the Star whatever.

So am I just filling some need to gossip and destroy people's lives? People I don't know? AGHHHH? Does anyone else have these conflicts? I'm serious. I love reading all the crap but every so often it gets to me.. it really bothers me. And I think, how would I feel if that crap was written about me? OK. So I'm no Angelina Jolie or Jennifer Aniston but still: how is it different?

I shudder at what my Bumper might face one day. How do I teach her to deal with this?

***************

On the lighter side: I have Pat Benatar's song We Belong stuck in my head. I keep walking with B in the stroller and I kinda start strutting with the song blaring in my head. Choir and everything. Weird. I didn't even really like her growing up, but she does have great pipes. So help me folks, stick another song in my head before I go insane. Thank you. That is all.

Mom, this is so embarrassing. Please, stop dancing in the grocery store!

Too hot to think...

So very hot. Brain fried. Can't think. Will post random thoughts...

Thought One
Wouldn't life be easier if we all wore onesies? Just imagine what business people would look like if they could wear pinstripe onesies to the office. Think about it.... picture it.... cute, right?

I remember way back in the late 80's, I used to wear a lot of bodysuits. They were great. My shirt never rode up and I didn't need to worry about exposing myself when reaching up. Which I guess most girls don't really give a shit about anymore considering they are more then happy to show off their underwear to anyone who has the use of their eyes. HUSSIES! Please let those really, really, low, low rise styles disappear soon. Whoops.. did I say that? It must be the heat or I'm getting old.

It's definitely the heat.

Thought Two
How come when my husband offers to clean the kitchen it takes him hours to do it and then he comes out and says "I did everything except for the glasses". And I walk in and there are 50 glasses on the counter and 12 dishes washed. And the counters are still dirty. And he's all sweaty. I'm not sure what it is but he definitely doing something wrong. Or something very, VERY naughty.

Thought Three (more of a confession really)
Why do I feel guilty about turning on my air conditioner at 4pm? If another blackout happened, I would go into hiding. I know why I feel guilty: it's because I stare at these posters on the subway and think "they can't be talking about me?".




I'm a recycler. I am a member of a car cooperative. I eat organic and local as much as possible. I don't live beyond my means. I didn't even own an AC until I got pregnant (last summer was very hot) and then I only use it in moderation. And I can't stand feeling this sweaty and lethargic. Doing the dishes is torture (all those glasses and stuff).

I know why I feel guilty. It's because I live across from an official cooling station and I'm too lazy to go there and would rather sit in the comfort of my own home. I should be publicly flogged.

I have to say the subway posters are a great ad campaign. I also have to say I really do try to conserve energy. Honest. Just not when it's so freakin' hot and humid.

**EDITED TO ADD**
Thought Four
After I wrote my post, my little baby fell asleep to the Black Rebel Motorcycle Club BRMC album. It was beautiful to see her sleeping and I was able to enjoy a wonderful album while looking at one of the most beautiful things in the world. I wish I could share it with you all but the camera was no go. But trust me, she looked so peaceful. I'm sure you all know what I mean because you all see that beauty everytime your baby sleeps.

End of Thoughts.

So I'm totally hip to HBM's suggestion of a Toronto Mom get-together. I'll be sending her an email and I really hope this can happen.

Yes ladies, I'd really like to meet you all...
What do you mean I might not be invited momma? Wait one second....

writer's block

I'm having a bit of that today, writer's block that is. So I'm going to post one of my favorite photos taken by me. It's nothing spectacular and I don't exactly remember if it was taken in Nai Wok or Nam Tok but it was definetely on Koh Samui in Thailand. The reason it means so much to me is:

• Up until I was 31 years old, I had spent my entire life in one small geographical location. I'd been to 5 other provinces besides my home province. I had been to Boston and Tampa in the US and that was it. Except for quick trips to Holton, Maine for cool groceries and some good shopping.
  
• I always made excuses of why I couldn't go travelling when invited by friends. It was always because of money but I didn't like to admit that. The one time that I did decide to go my friend cancelled on me and then ended up going. Without me. In case that wasn't clear. Some friend.
  
• When I started to travel, I.WENT.BIG. I flew to South Korea and then went to Thailand. I've never been more excited and liberated in all my life. Too hard to explain but I'm going to try and describe why it was liberating.
• I spent the majority of my life escaping into movies. Movies mean so much to me. They rarily let me down and when they do I don't take it personally. So I've "seen" the world. I also did this through books but movies really did it for me.
• So that's why I went big. When I took this photo it's because this looked like a movie set to me. Which would make me the star.

Now do you get it?

FedEx Hell II: The Reckoning

The following post is rated S for sweary*. A lot of swearing both real and Archie-comic style appears in the following rant.
* yes, sweary. It's my blog and I'll make up any words I want.

OMIGOD! THOSE MO-FO'S DID NOT SHOW UP UNTIL 6:54 PM! FU$%&*@(!^"%^*(@#%^&ampCamp;({}*&()#*&%(&$#@!~K HOLY HELL. Huge corporate courier companies are ASSWIPES I TELL YOU!

I'm not kidding. FedEx showed up 9 hours and 54 minutes into the 8 hour window I was quoted. Bumper and I sat inside on a beautiful day and waited for Godot**.

I can't tell you how worked up I am. I was spitting nails by the time Bump Daddy got home (5pm) and he has watched me pace, call the 1800 number, and swear A LOT. Why do I get so worked up? BECAUSE THEY WASTED OUR DAY!!!!!! I couldn't even do laundry because that's in the basement, far away from the buzzer. I'm weak now and I feel like crying but it's over. I must be mentally unbalanced to get this worked up over a parcel. This folks, is a meltodown. I mean, for freakin' sakes I almost answered the door with my top open, revealing my nursing bra (sex-ah-eee) and my muffin top*** but I didn't.

And I was nice to the man that delivered because it's not his fault that his huge corporate task master overloads his truck and expects him to do this dispatch in the time allowed. You see, even in a meltdown I'm considerate of others. This has been an issue for me because the only other times I have actually cracked in my lifetime, no one believed me because I was always considerate of others. But that's a whole other posts and I have no time for it now.

So here is a picture of me giving the FedEx van the finger.



And what was in the package you ask? Bumpers new shoes. Which are really friken' cute. Which is lucky. For FedEx.



** I dated this complete waste of flesh in high school who thought he was the cat's ass because he got Waiting for Godot. He was such an ass but good looking so it was easy to overlook the ass part for about three weeks and then he was gone. Ah, high school romance.

*** I'm pretty sure this term was invented by Scarbie Doll over at Martinis for Milk and what a perfect term it is!

I'd also like to say a huge thank you for your support and hugs over recent posts. You all rock!

Can't post without cuteness.

FedEx Hell

Oh FedEx person, why do you hate me so? How do you know when I have left my abode? Do you lie in hiding, waiting until I exit with Bumper in the stroller, then run up, ring the buzzer and then leave your cheerful but maddening "door knocker". It says you will return. I call the 1-800 and they say you will return. They give me an 8 hour window. This is the window I currently sit in, waiting for your return. It's a beautiful day outside. And Bumper and I sit inside, waiting, waiting, waiting for your truck.

I swear momma, this package better be worth it. I have to try out my new hat.

to be continued...

excuse me momma but...

bathtime is over! Now good day! I said good day.

Sunday Morning cutie

Just some cute shots from the weekend. I hope they make you smile, because they sure did make me glow!

She does this all day long. She wants to walk so badly. Come on girl - you're only 8 months old. Who took my baby and left me with this little girl?

I will not show you my teeth! (She has two new ones coming in on top. Breastfeeding is going to be more of an adventure soon. Shudder).

I love my hat. It makes me feel all girly.

Ride 'em cowgirl! She's a wild west kinda gal.

I had to post something light because...

I read far too many heart-wrenching posts today. I have been down the past few days and I've written a few heavy posts that haven't been published. Not right now. So for tonight, I'm allowing a guest post. Introducing a seldolm heard member of the Bump household: Emmett.



Heya folks, E here. I've been looking after the Bumper since she's gotten more entertaining. You know, she walks like me, on all fours.



I see potential in her ability to feed me someday soon. I figure I've got to groom them while their young. I've tried dragging out the kibbles to show her how but she keeps trying to eat them. This makes Mistress mad so I won't do it while she's looking.



I like playing with the kid. She has these cool toys. Like this here bat. She calls him Bierko.



So it was nice talking with you. Mistress said this was a blog about Mommy stuff. So I really don't have much to say. But I thought you would all swoon at the power of my sultry looks. Yes? No? I'm a playa ladies but I'm all good.

Blogger is driving me nuts people! I think others are having the same problems as me. I have been commenting on other people's blogs (also Blogger) and my comments disappear! AHHHHH! I only have a few secs to do a comment considering Bumper is running me off my toes and then to have my comments trashed is beyond annoying. Also I've gone to visit other peoples blogs and I don't see their updates. Three different peoples sites all of the sudden today just updated and now I've missed two or three posts from some of my favs! AHHHHH.

I had to get that out of my system.

I will post later. Though I'm debating posting what I've outlined. It seems EVERYONE was having the same shitty day yesterday. Must of been the 06/06/06 thing.

That is all (for now).

Learning to fly

This has to be one of the most unnerving things to experience as a parent. Letting them fall.

I have to surpress my urge to cry out (and I'm a screamer folks - whoops too much information - la la la - okay folks I'll stop scaringsharing now).

Anyways, back to Bumper. She's getting better at it now but it still scares the living crap out of me. Any advice folks?



I mean, LOOK at the bump on her forehead. It's a crime! No it's not. Wait. Don't call Child Services on me. Please. I've put the foamy corners on the coffee table. I've cleared off and secured the bookcases. I bought a really ugly play pen. COME ON PEOPLE. What more do you want from me? I'm making my furniture more fugly* because I love her!

* Thank you HBM, for the new addictive word. I've already used it twice in conversation today.

It was 20 years ago today...

Sargent Pepper taught a band to play,
They've been going in and out of style,
But there garenteed to raise a smile,
So may I introduce to you....


I'm torn on if I'm going to actually post this meme response. I was absolutely thrilled when I read it at Mrs. Chicky's last night and then when she invited the ladies of the Great White North, I just about lost it. God I hope I was included in that group (once again teen-age angst sets in along with paranoia). Anyhoooo....

The reason I hesitate is due to the fact that I like to keep it light here at MotherBumper. But as I started to form the post in my head and contemplate what I WAS doing 10-20 years ago I got a little freaked. But then I did promise myself that I need to open up more. The stuff I wrote about in the following meme is just scratching the surface. Some might find it tame. But there is alot of pain behind some of those things and I've been meaning to deal with it for a while. So what better time then the present. I figure if I turn somebody off with this, then they probably have never commented on my blog. I've found that the people who visit and comment are some of the coolest and kindest I've met. That is not a dare to the meanies out there. Stay away meanies! As you may gathered I deal with most things using humour. And most of the time I am laughing. So instead of building this up to something more then it's not: Here is what I was doing....

20 years ago I...

• Started my last year of high school. OH MY GOD THAT WAS 20 YEARS AGO?!?! AHHHHHHH! When did I get that old and where the hell is my invite to the 20 year reunion?
  
• A few weeks after graduation moved out on my own to a completely strange city and became what now a days would be called a barrista. Nothing exotic. I just served a damn good expresso and cafe au lait.
  
• Started a long journey down the path of toxic relationships. I really had established that behavior which had been years in the making (low self-esteem + parentally-forced friendships + throw in some really bad choices = toxic friendships!). I could write about this for days but having Bumper does not afford me that pleasure (torture?). Let's just say that I had lousy friends who screwed me over for the equivilent of a fried-chicken dinner.
  

10 years ago I...

• Did a lot of partying
• Maintained a stupid job that made no demands on me. Didn't use my brain to save my life. It paid the rent and suited my social life quite well. Spent most of my time looking for a man to take care of me. Met a lot of as*h*les. Sabatoged everything that meant anything to me and my success because I had a fear of failure. Did I mention I hated myself?
  
• Did I mention I partied a lot?
  

5 years ago I...

• Smartened up and sobered up from the partying. Got a graduate diploma in IT to compliment my degree in Psychology ("hun?" you say? Just try justifying that leap in logic during an interview. I tell you I'm the queen of spin. I can sell ice to the abdominal snowman.) Anyways, I moved to another new city. Got a REAL job with challenges and decided to buckle down. No one was going to take care of me except for ME. Started to discover that I loved myself.
  
• Met Bump Daddy. Through his girlfriend (heh). Thats another blog, another time. Maybe.
  
• Lost so much weight that I wore a size 0 and had the physique of a 12 year old boy. With nice you-knows.
  
• Found a therapist that I couldn't afford but... it saved my life. So in the words of MasterCard: "priceless!".

3 years ago I...

• Moved in with Bump Daddy
• Cleansed myself of toxic relationships once and for all (I hope)
• Gained weight!
  

1 year ago I...

• Got married
• Was up for promotion
  
• Got pregnant
• Got passed over for promotion (and I don't want no flamin' emails/comments about my obvious equation that this was directly due to bullet number 3 because I know what was up and that's that. So no anti-kool-aid-flames - S'ALRIGHT? It's my blog and I can do what I want).
• Had the most wonderful baby in the world. It still makes me weep to think about it. And that is NOT because I'm remembering the stitches or anything.
  
• I knew for sure that I did love myself (collective ahhhhhhhhh).
  

So far this year I...

• Have gone slowly insane (but in a good, sleep-deprived way)
  
• Have gotten over my fear of meeting other Moms
• Discovered and started blogging
  

Yesterday I...

• went to IKEA, IKEA, IKEA
  

Today I...

• Broke down and bought Bumper a high-chair. One more piece of ugly baby furniture to add to our college-inspired decor (translation: futon couch and mismatched EVERYTHING). Who am I kidding? She has got the best furniture in the place. If I could get my hands on a Bumbo that fit me, I'd be one happy lady.
  

Tomorrow I will...

• do LAUNDRY, LAUNDRY, LAUNDRY
• Coronation Street baby! I'm such a dork.
  
• Wish it was Friday at 5 again so I have my husband for two full days in a row.
  

In the next year I will...

• Be the best mom that ever existed.
• Stop exaggerating.
• Stop promising not to exaggerate.
  
• Find out for the first time in over 20 years what it's like not to have a dependable paycheque. I've never not worked and this is the scariest thing I've encountered in I don't know how long. I don't like the idea of depending on someone else. Not one bit. I'm scaring myself again (for the 1000th time). Breath. Breath. Must find paper bag....

Thank you. I tag Beth and Bri.

That is all.

are you done yet? I'm hungry lady

TGIF

Check out the Canadian geese and their babies that Bumper and I encountered on our walk today:



I'm a total sucker for baby animals. These little guys (and gals) are more like toddlers but cute nonetheless. Everytime I took another look, there were more. It was amazing. BTW does anyone know how to clean geese poop off of stroller wheels? It's like dog crap but GREEN.

ANYHOOOOOO....

After being house bound for a few days due to the heatwave (does anyone else start singing Heatwave by Martha and the Vendellas whenever they say that word?) Bumper and I ventured out to IKEA. Not for any other reason then I'm COMPLETELY ADDICTED TO IKEA and I deny myself all the time. Wow. That felt great to admit. First step is admitting it, right?

So I must mention that I don't have a car. I'm 100% public transit baby. I like Toronto because it's easy to get around (not cheap at 2.75 a ride but that's a whole other post) but I'm willing to pay because I'd rather ride the TTC then sit in a car. Except when it comes to IKEA. If anyone says to me "Hey I have a car, wanna go somewhere?", I'm bound to say "Take me to IKEA!" and then I get the eye rolls. But I'll admit it. I love IKEA. Their freaky little meatballs, stupid instructions and strange phonetic names. I love it all.

I got my fill today. Didn't spend more then 40 bucks and Bumper had a great time in a big orange egg like chair:



Currently BDaddy is putting together a bead toy I got for the little lady and I can hear him swearing and cursing IKEA under his breath. Ah - good times, good times.

Rest of the day was uneventful and Bumper looked bored on the subway. Sigh. She is growing up so fast.