I don't know what y'all do with your kids when you need to use the facilities, but as a rule I plunk Dawson in front of the TV with a sippy and some puffs and void as quickly as I can, praying for minimum damage when I return. He can climb out of his crib, playpen, and high chair so there really is no 'safe' place for him. But alas, mamma has to pee. Today we reached a new level of 'OMG, is this really what the rest of my life is going to be like??'
He seemed happy enough with his snack, watching Caillou. But when I came back from the washroom (15 feet away for maybe 30 seconds) he wasn't there. I listened for his typical rustlings- nothing. I called to him- no reply. Just as my heart was beginning to beat a little quicker, I glanced at the front door.
It was open.
My heart officially jumped into my throat.
I bolted out the door in my PJs, thanking God that my incredibly fashionable gay neighbours are in Boston. (Whether I can keep their plants alive while they're gone is a topic for another day.) My apartment is pretty much in the middle of the hall, and I can see down to one door to the stairwell. No baby. I ran to the other side of the hall (which is offset, and not visible from my place) and there he was, trying to open the door to the garbage chute. He succeeded just as I reached him, and man was he pissed when I took him back to our apartment. Despite looking like an angelic little elf, this kid has a mean temper on him!!
So, the front door now must stay locked at all times. This isn't the first time he's opened the door, but it's the first time he's gone on an adventure with his new-found freedom. He's not even 15 months yet. I don't even want to think about what the teen years have in store.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Thursday, July 8, 2010
I declare today to be 'Make Out Like a Bandit' day!
Apparently I'm hiding horseshoes somewhere, because today has been rather fortuitous. First off, in the elevator today we met up with a sweet family who gave Dawson a freezie! Yes it was 9am, and yes candy/strangers blah blah blah, but it's a scorcher out there and a freezies are Dawson's new favourite thing. So yay, and thank you Family from the 10th floor!
Then, I totally scored at Goodwill. I love me some Goodwill, and every so often you hit the jackpot! We have a wedding to go to this weekend, and since Jamie hasn't worn a suit since the day we were married, it was time to do some shopping. But while we don't really have the money to go buy a good suit right now, a cheap suit is often worse than no suit. Enter Goodwill! Last week I picked up a custom tailored jacket, Givenchy shirt and Tommy Hilfiger slacks for about $20. (Add dry cleaning for 10 bucks and you've got GQ for $30!) Today I went back for shoes and scored the most gorgeous Italian leather shoes for... wait for it... $7! My man looks like a million bucks, and it cost me $37. Woot woot.
Lastly, while I was leaving GW I got a text from my neighbour who is about to leave for 10 days. He was asking if I could water his plants while he's gone, and in return he gave me EVERYTHING perishable in his fridge! Milk, hotdogs, oranges, cherries, peaches, pears, clementines, cucumbers, peppers, bananas and grapes. I love friendships like this, where you feel comfortable enough to unload all your produce and the half bottle of wine you opened last night. I seriously wont have to grocery shop for a week. Thank you Mohammad! I promise to try to keep your plants alive!
Tomorrow's lottery jackpot is $43M. The way today is going, I think I'm going to have to go buy a ticket!
Then, I totally scored at Goodwill. I love me some Goodwill, and every so often you hit the jackpot! We have a wedding to go to this weekend, and since Jamie hasn't worn a suit since the day we were married, it was time to do some shopping. But while we don't really have the money to go buy a good suit right now, a cheap suit is often worse than no suit. Enter Goodwill! Last week I picked up a custom tailored jacket, Givenchy shirt and Tommy Hilfiger slacks for about $20. (Add dry cleaning for 10 bucks and you've got GQ for $30!) Today I went back for shoes and scored the most gorgeous Italian leather shoes for... wait for it... $7! My man looks like a million bucks, and it cost me $37. Woot woot.
Lastly, while I was leaving GW I got a text from my neighbour who is about to leave for 10 days. He was asking if I could water his plants while he's gone, and in return he gave me EVERYTHING perishable in his fridge! Milk, hotdogs, oranges, cherries, peaches, pears, clementines, cucumbers, peppers, bananas and grapes. I love friendships like this, where you feel comfortable enough to unload all your produce and the half bottle of wine you opened last night. I seriously wont have to grocery shop for a week. Thank you Mohammad! I promise to try to keep your plants alive!
Tomorrow's lottery jackpot is $43M. The way today is going, I think I'm going to have to go buy a ticket!
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Let's reserve the parking spot now...
Well, it happened. I knew it was coming, but had no idea of when, or how, or with what intensity.
Dawson's first trip to the E.R.
See that? That mussed up, broken, crushed looking thing? Yep, that's my soul. Please don't step on it. I'm not sure how much more it can take right now.
On Friday evening Dawson was being the spirited rapscallion (ahem) he always is, and was climbing on the dining room chairs. Just as I was crossing the room to get him down, it fell over backwards while he held on to the top rung. In the longest 3 seconds of my life I watched as all the weight of the chair, plus baby, came down onto the wood floor, crushing his little fingers and smashing his face into the floor. Blood spurted EVERYWHERE. The scream is permanently seared into my brain.
I'd like to say I was able to keep a level head and attend to the situation like the Klassymomma I am, but that's a lie. I absolutely broke down into hysterics as I scooped up my broken baby and barged in on Jamie in the shower. Huge amounts of blood followed us wherever we went. I didn't even know if all of his fingers were still attached. I couldn't look.
In a testament to why it take 2 people to make a baby, Jamie was completely cool and rational as he inspected the injuries, but the bleeding was too severe to really tell. I could see, though, that his fingertips were already turning black.
"What do we do?? Do we go to the hospital?? Can they even do anything for baby fingers?" I cried, wishing to God that I'd never bought such top-heavy and angular chairs and cursing the wrought iron accents. From now on, it will be folding chairs and patio furniture until my youngest is 40.
"Don't you have a mommy friend who was an X-ray tech?" asked my oh-so-calm husband.
Duh. So I called said x-ray tech friend, who was in Oklahoma. Bless her heart, she was able to calm me down and assure me I hadn't mangled his little hands for life. Evidently, kids don't really have joints as this point. Who knew? What they DO have is itty bitty little fingers that bleed like the dickens, so she suggested I go to the ER incase stitches were needed.
I went back in to the bedroom where Jamie had managed to calm Dawson a little, but the scene was still gutting. My beautiful son, covered head to toe in streaks of blood; my husband, looking more worried than I'd ever seen. We tried to inspect the wound again but every time it was uncovered the blood would just overwhelm the tip and we couldn't accurately assess the damage. We decided the ER was definitely in order, but Jamie couldn't come with us. It was his first shift in a new department and only his own loss of limb would have been an acceptable absense. We Cornelii really have a fantastic flair for timing. In the end, my wonderful grandma drove us to the hospital so I could sit in the back with my unbelievable trooper of a son. He'd calmed down completely by the time we got to the ER. We can't say the same about the mama.
In the end, it took 3 stitches to reaffix his semi-detached fingertip. 3 fingers are severely bruised and it looks like the nails might fall off. X rays were taken, but nothing appeared to be broken. The stitches should dissolve in about a week, and then all that will be left is his very first scar.
As long as you don't count the one on my heart.
Anyone want to buy some chairs?
Dawson's first trip to the E.R.
See that? That mussed up, broken, crushed looking thing? Yep, that's my soul. Please don't step on it. I'm not sure how much more it can take right now.
On Friday evening Dawson was being the spirited rapscallion (ahem) he always is, and was climbing on the dining room chairs. Just as I was crossing the room to get him down, it fell over backwards while he held on to the top rung. In the longest 3 seconds of my life I watched as all the weight of the chair, plus baby, came down onto the wood floor, crushing his little fingers and smashing his face into the floor. Blood spurted EVERYWHERE. The scream is permanently seared into my brain.
I'd like to say I was able to keep a level head and attend to the situation like the Klassymomma I am, but that's a lie. I absolutely broke down into hysterics as I scooped up my broken baby and barged in on Jamie in the shower. Huge amounts of blood followed us wherever we went. I didn't even know if all of his fingers were still attached. I couldn't look.
In a testament to why it take 2 people to make a baby, Jamie was completely cool and rational as he inspected the injuries, but the bleeding was too severe to really tell. I could see, though, that his fingertips were already turning black.
"What do we do?? Do we go to the hospital?? Can they even do anything for baby fingers?" I cried, wishing to God that I'd never bought such top-heavy and angular chairs and cursing the wrought iron accents. From now on, it will be folding chairs and patio furniture until my youngest is 40.
"Don't you have a mommy friend who was an X-ray tech?" asked my oh-so-calm husband.
Duh. So I called said x-ray tech friend, who was in Oklahoma. Bless her heart, she was able to calm me down and assure me I hadn't mangled his little hands for life. Evidently, kids don't really have joints as this point. Who knew? What they DO have is itty bitty little fingers that bleed like the dickens, so she suggested I go to the ER incase stitches were needed.
I went back in to the bedroom where Jamie had managed to calm Dawson a little, but the scene was still gutting. My beautiful son, covered head to toe in streaks of blood; my husband, looking more worried than I'd ever seen. We tried to inspect the wound again but every time it was uncovered the blood would just overwhelm the tip and we couldn't accurately assess the damage. We decided the ER was definitely in order, but Jamie couldn't come with us. It was his first shift in a new department and only his own loss of limb would have been an acceptable absense. We Cornelii really have a fantastic flair for timing. In the end, my wonderful grandma drove us to the hospital so I could sit in the back with my unbelievable trooper of a son. He'd calmed down completely by the time we got to the ER. We can't say the same about the mama.
In the end, it took 3 stitches to reaffix his semi-detached fingertip. 3 fingers are severely bruised and it looks like the nails might fall off. X rays were taken, but nothing appeared to be broken. The stitches should dissolve in about a week, and then all that will be left is his very first scar.
As long as you don't count the one on my heart.
Anyone want to buy some chairs?
Monday, June 28, 2010
Really? Really??
So, since my weight loss was going so well, of course something has come along to derail it. Around week 13 I saw my family doc, who was beyond thrilled with my loss at that point. He's the one who referred me to Dr Poon in the first place, and he confessed he never expected me to have such success. High fives all around.
Until he opened my file to look at my recent test results.
No more Poon for Sonia.
So, for a few years I've know about some kidney issues, namely that Righty was shrunken and misshapen. As of now, he's AWOL. No, really. I had an ultrasound that lasted longer than an hour and she could not find it at all. I asked if my girthiness was adding to the problems, and with a glare she showed me how quickly she could find Lefty, my bladder, gallbladder and uterus. Chub was not a factor, and in her professional opinion Righty was not there. Lefty, however, was giant. My personal theory is that Lefty sensed Righty's inherent weakness and ate him, but I'll leave it to the doctors to decide.
Additionally, my liver isn't looking all that happy. And it has a nodule. Doesn't seem to be a big deal, but definitely needs further investigation.
So, since Pooning is taxing on both of the aforementioned organs, I've been put in time out. I've switched over to Weight Watchers which now seems like a smorgasbord. Really? I can have a sandwich AND some fruit for lunch? AND a salad? Bliss! (And can we talk for a minute about how great fruit is? Cause it's GREAT!!) Even with WW I'm supposed to take it slowly, and my doc would prefer it if I just maintained until this gets sorted out.
However, after 25 years of being on diets and finally finding success, I'm having a hard time with being told to stop. It was so amazing to watch that scale go down so quickly. I'm gloriously thankful for what I did lose (43 lbs, bringing total loss to 66 lbs) and for what I gained. I gained my self respect back, and my ability to go through life with my head held high. I should have had it all along, but I truly didn't. I'd lost my ability to live an authentic life, and now I can again. I'll make it the rest of the way, slowly, but I'll do it.
And if Lefty did in fact stage a coup on Righty, he better be willing to do the extra work. We don't take kindly to slackers around these parts.
Until he opened my file to look at my recent test results.
No more Poon for Sonia.
So, for a few years I've know about some kidney issues, namely that Righty was shrunken and misshapen. As of now, he's AWOL. No, really. I had an ultrasound that lasted longer than an hour and she could not find it at all. I asked if my girthiness was adding to the problems, and with a glare she showed me how quickly she could find Lefty, my bladder, gallbladder and uterus. Chub was not a factor, and in her professional opinion Righty was not there. Lefty, however, was giant. My personal theory is that Lefty sensed Righty's inherent weakness and ate him, but I'll leave it to the doctors to decide.
Additionally, my liver isn't looking all that happy. And it has a nodule. Doesn't seem to be a big deal, but definitely needs further investigation.
So, since Pooning is taxing on both of the aforementioned organs, I've been put in time out. I've switched over to Weight Watchers which now seems like a smorgasbord. Really? I can have a sandwich AND some fruit for lunch? AND a salad? Bliss! (And can we talk for a minute about how great fruit is? Cause it's GREAT!!) Even with WW I'm supposed to take it slowly, and my doc would prefer it if I just maintained until this gets sorted out.
However, after 25 years of being on diets and finally finding success, I'm having a hard time with being told to stop. It was so amazing to watch that scale go down so quickly. I'm gloriously thankful for what I did lose (43 lbs, bringing total loss to 66 lbs) and for what I gained. I gained my self respect back, and my ability to go through life with my head held high. I should have had it all along, but I truly didn't. I'd lost my ability to live an authentic life, and now I can again. I'll make it the rest of the way, slowly, but I'll do it.
And if Lefty did in fact stage a coup on Righty, he better be willing to do the extra work. We don't take kindly to slackers around these parts.
Friday, June 11, 2010
So, I just read over a few old entries and saw something that made my shriek in happiness. When I started Pooning, I had hoped to lost 40lbs in 6 months. I'm just now about 12 weeks into it, and those 40lbs are gone! I not only reached my goal, I reached it in half the time.
I need to wrap my head around that for a minute.
I still have a looong way to go, so I'm not going to pat myself on the back too much quite yet. But it feels so good. It felt good 10 minutes ago, but it feels even better now that I know I've accomplished a challenge I set for myself. That definitely gives me the willpower to get off my butt and go buy some groceries so I can make a real dinner.
I need to wrap my head around that for a minute.
I still have a looong way to go, so I'm not going to pat myself on the back too much quite yet. But it feels so good. It felt good 10 minutes ago, but it feels even better now that I know I've accomplished a challenge I set for myself. That definitely gives me the willpower to get off my butt and go buy some groceries so I can make a real dinner.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
10 weeks of Poon...
37 pounds gone! Dropped, erased, obliterated, bid adieu, shed, defeated.
For once the challenge is being defeated, and not me. I LOVE that.
I had a bad bweek*, to be honest. But even as it was, I still lost 2 lbs. I didn't stay the same. I didn't gain. I'm another 2 lbs lighter than I was at the last weigh in. The scale is still going down! Clothes are getting far too big! I came across another pair of jeans that now fit, as well as some capris I've been trying to get into for months. I finally can!!
Having said that, I'm still going to work much harder this block. I really fell off the bandwagon a few times last bweek and I wan't to rock it this time. The only thing that can stop me is me! I'm the meal planner, the grocery buyer and the chef. Yesterday was payday so I need to go do a good shop and get the fridge full of poonerific food again. I'm nothing if not lazy, so if green beans and cucumbers are there, green beans and cucumbers are what I'll eat!
*Bweek: New word! A period of 2 weeks.
For once the challenge is being defeated, and not me. I LOVE that.
I had a bad bweek*, to be honest. But even as it was, I still lost 2 lbs. I didn't stay the same. I didn't gain. I'm another 2 lbs lighter than I was at the last weigh in. The scale is still going down! Clothes are getting far too big! I came across another pair of jeans that now fit, as well as some capris I've been trying to get into for months. I finally can!!
Having said that, I'm still going to work much harder this block. I really fell off the bandwagon a few times last bweek and I wan't to rock it this time. The only thing that can stop me is me! I'm the meal planner, the grocery buyer and the chef. Yesterday was payday so I need to go do a good shop and get the fridge full of poonerific food again. I'm nothing if not lazy, so if green beans and cucumbers are there, green beans and cucumbers are what I'll eat!
*Bweek: New word! A period of 2 weeks.
Friday, April 30, 2010
Holy Crap! It's working!!
Who knew??
It's been 5 weeks, and I've lost...
wait for it....
OVER 25 POUNDS!!!
I know, right? Get down with my bad self!
I'm just as shocked as anyone. It's SO EASY, too. I've learned the diet backwards and forwards, so now I can break the rules to make it something I can actually live with. For example, there's a blanket 'no dairy' rule. Well, eff that. Low fat cheese is my best friend, and allow myself 1-3oz a day. So plbbbt to them. I'm also not nearly as anal about my sodium consumption. Most people on this diet have high blood pressure and major edema and other things I'm lucky enought not to have. So while I've still switched to No Salt and use Mrs Dash for most seasoning, I'm not treating it like it's anthrax.
This 25lb loss pushed my total loss to 50lbs, which means alllll my baby weight is gone. Thank goodness!! I feel SO MUCH BETTER! For the first time in over a year, I can walk around with my head held high. My body isn't the same as it was before my belived child ruined me from the inside, but I can now look at my droopy lower tummy as a mommy war wound instead of the bane of my existance. Having said that, it's going on the chopping block the moment I give birth to my last child. I've officially started the post-baby plastic surgery fund. In the oh-so sensitive words of my husband 'Well, we knew when you got pregnant this body was going to be a write-off". Thanks, honey. Love you too.
So with all that back-patting aside, I still have tons of weight to lose. But I feel like I've been given the secret formula, and I just have to follow it. While I would trule perform shameful acts for a baguette or some garlic bread, I'm able to keep my eyes on the goal. Every two weeks, on the day of my weigh in, I let myself have a 'Treat Day'. (Thank you Julie for introducing me to the term! It sounds so much better than Cheat Day!!) I basically starve myself before my noon appointment, but the rest of the day is free. The amazing thing is, my stomach has shrunk so much I can't even ruin my diet in only one day! Half of a personal pizza and I'm STUFFED! Hurrah!
So there you go. I'm off to have a green salad with grilled chicken.
It's been 5 weeks, and I've lost...
wait for it....
OVER 25 POUNDS!!!
I know, right? Get down with my bad self!
I'm just as shocked as anyone. It's SO EASY, too. I've learned the diet backwards and forwards, so now I can break the rules to make it something I can actually live with. For example, there's a blanket 'no dairy' rule. Well, eff that. Low fat cheese is my best friend, and allow myself 1-3oz a day. So plbbbt to them. I'm also not nearly as anal about my sodium consumption. Most people on this diet have high blood pressure and major edema and other things I'm lucky enought not to have. So while I've still switched to No Salt and use Mrs Dash for most seasoning, I'm not treating it like it's anthrax.
This 25lb loss pushed my total loss to 50lbs, which means alllll my baby weight is gone. Thank goodness!! I feel SO MUCH BETTER! For the first time in over a year, I can walk around with my head held high. My body isn't the same as it was before my belived child ruined me from the inside, but I can now look at my droopy lower tummy as a mommy war wound instead of the bane of my existance. Having said that, it's going on the chopping block the moment I give birth to my last child. I've officially started the post-baby plastic surgery fund. In the oh-so sensitive words of my husband 'Well, we knew when you got pregnant this body was going to be a write-off". Thanks, honey. Love you too.
So with all that back-patting aside, I still have tons of weight to lose. But I feel like I've been given the secret formula, and I just have to follow it. While I would trule perform shameful acts for a baguette or some garlic bread, I'm able to keep my eyes on the goal. Every two weeks, on the day of my weigh in, I let myself have a 'Treat Day'. (Thank you Julie for introducing me to the term! It sounds so much better than Cheat Day!!) I basically starve myself before my noon appointment, but the rest of the day is free. The amazing thing is, my stomach has shrunk so much I can't even ruin my diet in only one day! Half of a personal pizza and I'm STUFFED! Hurrah!
So there you go. I'm off to have a green salad with grilled chicken.
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