Talking

Micaela talks. Non-stop.

From the moment she wakes up, to the moment she goes to bed.

"Good Morning, Mama, I had a good sleep. I'm hungry. I wannnnnnnnnt a.... peanut butter samich. No, TOAST! And cheese! Oh no! Where's puppy? I need puppy cuz he's crying, cuz he wants his mama. I go get him. I be careful on the stairs. Can you turn on my cartoons? I want Strawberry. Where's Daddy? He sleeping? Cuz he tired? Oh he's in the washroom? Cuz he need to pee? He's a good pee-er. I'm so proud of you Daddy! Where's my cup? I don't want water. Can I have a juice box? I go get it. Can you fix it, Mama, can you? I didn't pee in my pants cuz I'm a big girl....
(right until)...
I don't wanna go to bed. I wanna cuddle on the couch with you. Where's puppy? I need my cuuuppp. Silly. Goodnight, Mama. Can you sing me a song? No, not twinkle, I want Donald! Ok, and hug and kiss. And cuddle. One more song? Sing: "I love you, you love me". Sit on the bed! And a kiss! And a hug! Good night. I love you! See you in the morrrrning".

Without a breath in between.

It's incessant.

But, lately she's been doing one thing really cute. Everywhere we go, when we run into a stranger, she says "Hi! What's your name?". People seem to really like when she asks them. The other day, she asked the cashier at Zellers 3 times. Then, when we were leaving, she said "Bye, Lady!" At least she asked, even if her memory is bad.

That's all. I just thought I'd share.

You know how they say there's a light at the end of the tunnel.....

I only have 13 weeks left of being pregnant. Only 10 weeks left until graduation. Only 2 weeks left until March Break.

These aren't huge numbers. They aren't even big numbers.

But, you know, this journey- this year- it's long and windy and that light I am supposed to be seeing, well, it's not showing up yet. I don't have a clear view of the end of this tunnel. I can't even see it using a series of mirrors.

There have definitely been hurdles we've jumped- Micaela stays dry at night more often, but not always. She hasn't had a soother in weeks- but she still asks for it. I talked to the doctor, and the intense pain and pressure and contractions are all very normal for a second pregnancy- albeit incredibly aggravating. Most of my hardest assignments are finished and passed in... (ie that portfolio thing- argh)

So why am I still walking in darkness?

I know in 10 weeks time I'll be saying how fast this year flew. In 13 weeks, I may even say I am not ready for it to be over (ok- that might be stretching it a bit). But when I say these things- they won't be true.

Because I am tired. And this is long.

And old Picture

Caroline noted that I had never actually added a halloween picture- the reason being, I had camera issues- but here's a mediocre one, anyway :)

She was much more smiley than this picture suggests :)

Better late than never and 25 weeks.

So, I've already bragged about my daughter's amazing potty skills (she may be 2 and a half but she got it, damnit). Next is nighttime. Lately, she takes her pull-up off through the night and pees the bed. We have washed more bedclothes in the last 2 weeks than well... any other 2 week period in my entire life.

So- last night, she took her pull-up off at some point through the night but, lo and behold, did not pee the bed. Yippee!!! So we're thinking of foregoing the nighttime diaper altogether and seeing where it gets us- maybe she can really make it through the whole night! Wouldn't it be amazing to get rid of diapers ALTOGETHER before the next baby arrives? And only have to diaper one child- ever?!?!

Maybe I am getting ahead of myself. But I like to dream.

Speaking of dreaming... today, Micaela is going to throw out her soother (s). She already threw out an old one that has been lying around which belonged to her cousin Rowan.

I can't even explain how nervous I am about the next couple days!!!

And finally- since I have spent weeks talking about potty training (I know it's fascinating, really)-
I am almost 26 weeks pregnant!

Week 25 seemed to have taken a month but it's Wednesday and the week changes on Friday.

I have had Braxton Hicks all week, and so much pain and pressure, I've wanted to quit moving altogether and just retire to the couch for the next 15... 14 and a half... weeks. But, alas, this is not to be.

Luckily I have a tonne of schoolwork to pass my time.

I always love May, but this year it absolutely cannot come fast enough.