tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-333817442024-03-19T01:51:00.214-04:00This Way HomeAll roads lead to homeMama Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-120349953475238132009-01-30T18:06:00.000-04:002009-01-30T18:07:56.692-04:002 becomes onewasn't that a spice girl song??<br />I am back I am back I actually have a few blogs going now but this one is in regards to family and life in general.. the other is about a side of me I am not reay to share with everyone yet!! but here I am .. and I stand tall!!<br />JenniferMama Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-55472313655578407812007-02-07T13:39:00.000-04:002007-02-07T13:56:32.156-04:00Break of sortsWell there everyone this is a hard post to write and I am not going to elaborate too much.<br />I am taking a small break from blogger and will be doing some self soothing.<br />After numerous attempts to avoid the fact i am having some personal difficulties with life in general ...... i have been forced to take a step back and learn to how smell the roses and breathe the fresh air again.<br /><br />I am writing this post not as a an attention seeking endeavour but more of a self expression.<br />I am dealing with some anxiety issues and ended up in hospital yesterday with a nervous breakdown ( IE panic attacks and uncontrollable shaking and crying) this occurred during arts and crafts with my son. I started feeling funny and dizzy and my heart felt like it was coming out of my chest.<br />I fainted hit my head and was home alone with two children.<br />After being in hospital and causing panic and dismay I figure it is time to go on my anti anxiety meds and get my life straiting out.<br />as of now I am waiting on my mother to come and be with me while I take my recommended ativan which knocks me out.<br />so there you have it.<br />This is a post here to remind me that i have hit this low point in my life and need to ask of r help and accept it as it comes.<br /> I will be Okay and i will come out on top for all of those who have really helped me over the course of the last few days thank you..... i will write more when feeling g better.<br />thank you for the online support and understanding the fact I wrote this for my self as a reminder and a wake up call.<br />I will be okay....please do not judge this post as anything else but a self healer entry.<br />Thank you and lots of love to all<br />Mama jMama Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-52392990842591207782007-02-02T08:44:00.000-04:002007-02-02T08:53:47.536-04:00ahh man hoodWell last evening Little G could not sleep .. he had had a extensive nap ( very out of the ordinary for him) that afternoon and was still excitable from a tiresome night of skating, he asked if he could sit with me while I folded Landry and watched GREY's.<br />I said "you can but we are sitting quietly and after Mommy's show it's back to your room."<br />Response " OK mom I really missed you"<br />Kiss on the head<br />Grey's came on and as I zoned into TV land My son sat quietly rearranging pile of Landry closest to him. That became very boring for him soon enough. He found my fitness mags and started flipping through them narrating as he went.<br />I paid little attention as it was a long day and I was just trying to have my down time wacthing my favorite show( other than lost)<br />As a commercial flipped n I tuned back in to my world and hear my son sing singing over a page.<br />" boobies and bully buttons on the beach... boobies in pink and yellow. Just belly buttons................... but lots of boobies"<br />Shape has a segment of best beach Bodies .. and he was very interested in the belly buttons and boobies on display! tee hee.. how cute and true could he be.<br />Testosterone all around.Mama Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-83784640681692673872007-01-30T15:01:00.000-04:002008-11-19T03:19:22.977-04:00BIG "W"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqjbB1vGR64_7xdaC0zDnN7tDsYVcrNrj22n4ltr77LqWCteCMrqec1l74YQ-FdPFyH6JW8o45KYPrM6UFAMGn2Q5mWbVb1f8ZBru5gEKGJN4ZU1lSi4c8Nu3PELuRBjoD9Jap/s1600-h/IMG_0052.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025900904126478034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqjbB1vGR64_7xdaC0zDnN7tDsYVcrNrj22n4ltr77LqWCteCMrqec1l74YQ-FdPFyH6JW8o45KYPrM6UFAMGn2Q5mWbVb1f8ZBru5gEKGJN4ZU1lSi4c8Nu3PELuRBjoD9Jap/s320/IMG_0052.JPG" border="0" /></a> Well everyone I went to the hospital with my little guy yesterday and we did the chest x ray.<br />It nearly broke my heart to hold him upright hands above his head and him unable to move.<br />He was better then me though and just fussed a bit.<br />They faxed his x ray immediately to the Dr and she called me to tell me that there wasn't much to worry about.<br />He was born with his lungs a little undeveloped and there fore he has been experiencing a bronchial condition since birth and eventually it should go away.<br />If he is wheezy we should take him outside.<br />So there you have it.<br />I feel relieved and a bit saddened for him.... poor thing.<br />Apparently this is normal. so my nerves are calmed.. but it still bothers me when he sounds wheezy. that's being a mom hey.<br />So I hope everyone finds this message thanks you for all of your kind words and warm wishes they were felt.<br />It was a stressful time for me this weekend, but we are on to bigger things like the fact that W is teething already .. and he smiles all of the time.<br />He weighs in at 13 pounds and 23 inches and I am so proud he is a strapping little baby.<br />Ta ta for now!!!!!<br />Love you all!Mama Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-46631893672859059132007-01-26T16:49:00.000-04:002008-11-19T03:19:23.196-04:00The boys<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMqiT-6wJXhParwiJT8ZgVyTF9HbRPmBRWPR9szM6fzAZHPgUh6fxzA-jr0d6sT_6jCYhlRHKmTywz8CyyG8KnVBRBoPc5qd7IXeLxSZuVrOw_GM0PhPAxtOOH8QuOAqbMgTOk/s1600-h/P2171264.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024446314667439810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMqiT-6wJXhParwiJT8ZgVyTF9HbRPmBRWPR9szM6fzAZHPgUh6fxzA-jr0d6sT_6jCYhlRHKmTywz8CyyG8KnVBRBoPc5qd7IXeLxSZuVrOw_GM0PhPAxtOOH8QuOAqbMgTOk/s320/P2171264.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgszS7SR5lOOXVM8DQFrtXrqol4VYXI2XZt5ZCpYiQIxxpvW-hh02QDPpjHZ80m9N9txf5_DLkTyWsN9gqwAA63uAnEALba_Haz8e9UR-50b4Olx0UIuwy4s6qafJ2My27qeQnB/s1600-h/P2171257.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024446117098944178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgszS7SR5lOOXVM8DQFrtXrqol4VYXI2XZt5ZCpYiQIxxpvW-hh02QDPpjHZ80m9N9txf5_DLkTyWsN9gqwAA63uAnEALba_Haz8e9UR-50b4Olx0UIuwy4s6qafJ2My27qeQnB/s320/P2171257.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Well as a mom I have to say My little W has been a breeze. No worries no wonders just curtness and contentedness.</div><br /><br /><div>He went for his needles today and now I find out he is in need of some lung exams. He is having some difficulty with his air ways and as I write this I AM in shock,</div><br /><br /><div>no emotion shock</div><br /><br /><div>He is 2 months. so Innocent and care free so happy and he is struggling to breathe.</div><br /><br /><div>I am in shock.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>the Dr assured me it was more precaution then anything but.. still......he is so young.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>I am hoping for the best and I am sure it is NOTHING... But I am a mom and this is my 2 month old angel.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>To cheer my self up and this post I am including some of Little G skating with his poppy. I tear up every time we go as it brings the gentleness out in my dad and admiration out in my son.</div><br /><br /><div>The love can you feel it.</div><br /><br /><div>Will post with good news soon.</div><br /><br /><div>Love Mama</div></div>Mama Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-67668690207211674632007-01-23T11:47:00.000-04:002007-01-23T11:50:11.035-04:00MovieI am writign a little note here to say that you NEED to go and watch<br />"Children of Men"<br />It's in theaters now.<br />Amazing movie and very edge of your seat.<br />makes you think about the future .<br />Also stressful for those of you that have children.. but so worth the stress.<br /><br />I hope you all enjoy as i did<br />Go now or this weekend.. but just go!<br />Mama JMama Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-53809893115564895862007-01-17T19:45:00.000-04:002007-01-17T19:52:46.879-04:00LadiesI have been long wondering about the differences between Men and women and the differences never ever seem to change. not really even tweak.\Perhaps they get masked but for the most they stay the same.<br /><br />Men can be very unemotional . distant even.<br />Women over emotional and nurturing.<br />Heard a quote today and it seemed to fit perfectly.<br />Women don't just want and answer( from a man) they want participation.<br />---- felicity huffman.<br /><br />Seriously .. conversation, elaboration, involvement.. not just "yes honey"<br />or " sounds good"<br /><br />More like " I liked what you had to say.." or even respond with a conversation.. opened ended questions.<br />" sounds good" well why does it sound good what exactly sounded good about that!!! sshheeesh<br />Well I love my hubby and all the men in my life.. but conversationalists they aren't always..... maybe I just need more girlfriends in my life.. or at least talk to them more.. estrogen pahh lease!Mama Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-65108122190844418342007-01-10T12:12:00.000-04:002007-01-10T12:19:38.620-04:00ParttyyI am just writing a quick little post about G's family party on sunday!<br />It was so wonderful to have everyone in one spot. I do love that feeling.<br />G was especially entertaining and might I add well behaved for all the junk he consumed and lack of sleep the night before.<br />The gifts were wonderful, and sorry but by far the helium balloons may have been the biggest hit thanks to my good friend for that!<br /> Nothing really new here, our weather has been spectacular.. and I know that we should be worried about Global Warming but right now .. ahh no snow and daily walks to the back yard, park, and neighbourhood have been helping me keep my sanity.<br />Tomorow night G is going skating for his very first time.( he recieved skates from my parents for his birthday)<br />I am anticpating a major breakdown and a 10 minute skate but you never know. Poppy is taking him nad My mom and I are in the bleachers with W watching and taking pictures. I will soon need to get another pair of skates. I need to to get back on the wagon I am a bit rusty and always have been in that area. ( skating that is)<br />I will post a more intersting topic soon. Just wanted to give a quick update.<br />ta taMama Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-2501009018175638772007-01-05T10:40:00.000-04:002007-01-05T11:10:06.805-04:00MOVVVE ITThis post may offend some shoppers.<br />There will be cussing and maybe even some crude remarks but If I don't say it... welll who is and lets just say I have said it to my husband many times and I think it is time the Net knew how I really felt.<br /><br />I may have briefly mentioned this topic on my old site some time ago, because like the tag on a shirt sticking up on complete strangers it is m biggest pet peeve.<br />I actually think it is becoming a rage.<br />I LOTHE, HATE, DESPISE, RECOIL FROM<br />THE fucking superstore parking lot and grocery shopping participants,( sorry there are a majority of people that attend this store that don't treat it as a living hell, or la la land.. or rather a place to e a dick hole. yes a dick hole.) here in my little Bayer's lake wannabe town.<br />I LOVE LOVE love to shop for groceries. I enjoy organizing the area's of the store in my cart( boxes with boxes, meat with meat etc.) the satisfaction of finding a <span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00">bargin</span> or a new food is exciting to me ( as I am food obsessed hmmmmm this may be a emotional filler here as to why I gained weight should I call DR PHIL?)<br />I enjoy taking my time, but red flag here, being cautious to fellow grocery shoppers.<br />I do not block lanes or iles.<br />I don't not curse if someone bumps into me, I do not butt in fornt of someone while they are carefully looking at food labels or prices. I take what parking spots are available.<br /> I Do not circle the parking lot looking for a close spot right next to the doors. Nor do I pretend to be pregnant or handicapped.<br />I sure as hell don't give people dirty looks when there child throws a tantrum, or cuts me off. I don't complain about the line .. these people have a big job to do believe it or not.. it is tiring ringing in groceries.<br />I am usually very very tolerant of people. Especially at the grocery store because i know what to expect.<br />As soon as SOME people enter those doors, they throw out any inhibition and it becomes a scene from Micheal Jackson's thriller.<br />Yesterday I went and parking in an ordinary space when I started walking to the front doors when apparently this man thought he was at LOWE'S speedway and zoomed pass cars, children and adults. he plopped himself in a Handicapped parking space pulled out the old blue sign that hangs on your mirror jumps out of the car and runs through the doors.<br />( mmmmmmm are you really handicapped)<br />He makes it to the post office 2 seconds before I do. Well worth it right as i was walking.<br />I squint my eyes at him hopping someone was watching that. I thought maybe he would feel my disapproval at the back of his neck. All he did was hock some spit, and pull up his faded jeans.<br />I was also feeling proud of my cart full of healthy choices and was heading to the front of The store when a couple was blocking the space between carts .. i patiently waited and waited for them to move and when the did the looked at me as if I just showed up and was now blocking them.. they were just talking in the middle of the front of the bloody store.. with no cart.<br />So I HAD TO MOVE because apparently it makes more sense for the person who just waited 10 minutes off to the side to move for 2 people with nothing in their hands. ( ASSHOLES) People do this all the time. specially if I have my children the look at me as if my children are in their way.. when they are solo and it is much easier for them to stand ring side then me, little G and a cart full of groceries and a new born.<br />Well I could go on but rudeness will start to creep in.( tee hee)<br />I did manage to flee from the little corner or HEll and make it to my car unharmed. I keept my eyes down cast in case one of these grocery store zoombies came after my perfectly working cart and try to steal it or eat my brains.. because it was on sale.<br />I just want to end this post with a please please.. make me a grocery store.. just for me.. where all the sackville idiots stay out ....<br />Jesus I love being perfect!Mama Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-62729305510463244512007-01-03T22:32:00.000-04:002007-01-03T22:36:33.443-04:00Hello worldWell I hope everyone's new years was great.<br />Mine was low key.<br />Colin and I stayed home and put the kids to bed and had a few glasses of wine then went to bed after we watched our movies.<br />WE had a nice cuddle and an actual conversation. Life is so busy we haven't really done that.<br />I enjoyed my holidays dearly. they felt very together and very full of love and family.<br /><br />Nothing to exciting here.<br />I have been using a program called turbo jam for about a month now, to try and loose some weight. To try and be successful.<br />Lets see.<br />Well Will post when I have something interesting to write.<br />Right now I am off to relax.<br />Imagine that!!!!<br />ta taMama Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-41798598514718751642006-12-28T09:13:00.000-04:002006-12-28T09:48:18.849-04:00ALLL OVERChristmas was here and gone in what seems like a flash. <br />It was a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Christmas</span> to remember here, as G really was excited for Santa to visit.<br />When he came up <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Christmas</span> morn, he was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">astonished</span> by all of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">the</span> gifts( and as you will see in pictures there were a ton, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">thank you</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Mon</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">famlie</span>')<br />He looked at me and said, " mommy <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Loooook</span> at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">allllll</span> the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">giffffts</span>" in a drawl that was a tad bit <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Western</span> and a tad bit <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">southern</span>. He wasn't sure if he could open them, so his big <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Brown</span> eyes looked at me pleadingly and I said lets sit down and open them all.<br />He was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">SO</span> excited I don't think he knew where to begin.<br />Halfway through <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">the</span> tree, he grew tired and wanted to play with his toys.<br />I think he must have over 500 dinkies now.<br />C and I are <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">officially</span> embarrassed by this. I should take a picture of just his dinkies.. the the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Internet</span> can stone me or through <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">tomatoes</span> at me.. something!<br />Mom and Dad came down for <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">the</span> opening of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">the</span> gifts. We watched TV with Greg in our room until they arrived.. he had no clue...... this will be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">the</span> last year of that. It was great to have my mom and dad there to open gifts with us. Then we had a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">hearty</span> breakfast put on by my hubby. It was fit for kings. Poor W slept through it all. He was spoiled also make no mistake!<br />I cooked a huge Turkey for like 6 or 7 people when it was just <span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00">C</span> and I ( kids too but what do they eat really). I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">just</span> wanted us to stay home and make a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">Christmas</span> din for us. It was yummy and the turkey was big ( yes repeating myself) and moist. I loved doing it and will probably do it from now on.<br />My Hubby out did himself for me this year. I feel a little sheepish as I couldn't go all out but I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">defiantly</span> owe him something,( get your mind out of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">the</span> gutter.. but that might work)<br />I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">received</span> a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">massage</span> chair, a stocking <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">filled</span> with relaxing <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">products</span>, tanning sessions( can't wait), and last but not least a date in a box( all prepaid just have to plan the night). <br />This night will consist of a movie, dinner, drinks at the fireside, hotel stay of my choice, and breakfast at <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">Smitty's</span> the next day ( <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">that's</span> our thing).<br /><br />I was blown away at the planning and little cards made by him, and the gift certificates sought out. I can't wait to go on our date.<br />I love C with all my heart<br />You are a romantic<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">Ahh</span> Hope all of you had a great holiday's, I am looking for a low key New years with movies and games with my hubby.<br />Well <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">that's</span> all for now.. check out <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">flicker</span> for my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">Christmas</span> photo's<br />By the way our tree and lights and all <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37">Christmas</span> decor GONE.. when it's over it's over.<br />Mama JMama Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-59910218082578245352006-12-24T12:16:00.000-04:002006-12-24T12:34:06.756-04:00Veiwer Descretion advisedSo I don't <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">normally</span> discuss poop on <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">this</span> blog.. but this is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">definitely</span> blog worthy.<br />this Morn ( <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Christmas</span> eve) at about 4:40am I was up with W feeding and cuddling and yawing away.<br />When he decided to have a poop.<br />His poops people are like smelly, green ice creams. You know at dairy queen where it comes out in a long <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">gooey</span> strip. that is how he poops.. long <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">gooey</span> green egg smelling strips.<br />I have this changing <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">procedure</span> down to a science where he doesn't get any on his legs or heels, where he makes minimal mess and is a smelly yet fairly unpainful <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">experience</span>( for me)<br />This morn as I was reaching for a wipe, I was holding up his legs so he wouldn't put his feet in the poop.. when from his bowels <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">erupted</span> a fart that startled the cats as well as me.. what followed no MOTHER should ever endure.. I mean isn't labour bad enough.<br />The fart was not just a fart( <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Tanya</span> do you remember that saying "that wasn't a fart") well it wasn't next thing I knew I was splattered with green goo .. all over my shirt all over my NEW glasses, my face people my face.<br />Well there went any <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">preciseness</span> I had for my boy I let his legs drop and he was also covered. I grabbed a clean wipe threw off my glasses and did <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">the</span> best I could to clean my face. Then <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Looked</span> down... it was on my pants and the floor too. It was as If someone <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">opened</span> a champagne bottle and shook it.. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">the</span> spray going everywhere.<br />I couldn't <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">believe</span> it /. I just made a sad pitiful noise I have never heard myself make noise.. and cleaned him up.<br />I had to finish feeding him and put him back to bed... full of SHIT<br />Green egg smelling shit.<br />As soon as I was done I made way for <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">the</span> shower and cleaned up.. falling into bed still <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">traumatized</span>.<br />My husband and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">the</span> cats are still laughing at me.<br />Merry <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Christmas</span> everyone!Mama Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-76257591032353718442006-12-20T11:44:00.000-04:002008-11-19T03:19:23.509-04:00hummpphhh<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEJEwkTrtryur5KKNkq6yqC_LEz9R0jC0nY2i-XO83epiemw3g0khJF7XT_ll1z9QbFvmFWTlDXUm0RPmdSlpA4tzzkOYgum-Tr8gYgtSWYf1v-128cyZFs7OMPJMbhEmyJy3o/s1600-h/P1171061.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010636461560652226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEJEwkTrtryur5KKNkq6yqC_LEz9R0jC0nY2i-XO83epiemw3g0khJF7XT_ll1z9QbFvmFWTlDXUm0RPmdSlpA4tzzkOYgum-Tr8gYgtSWYf1v-128cyZFs7OMPJMbhEmyJy3o/s320/P1171061.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOd7eXB1qxSURVHNeoXFpkMAoiul9XPESn3vGkqKsOEMHzoxFLWT7C6yO03kGcdufwiOIMMEFrMGKi8klGyr3mALhTgbKhiapCpRYImkLmxa5qu_4BTS2yj_dqWr5l0Wbq0xTd/s1600-h/P1171055.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010636281172025778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOd7eXB1qxSURVHNeoXFpkMAoiul9XPESn3vGkqKsOEMHzoxFLWT7C6yO03kGcdufwiOIMMEFrMGKi8klGyr3mALhTgbKhiapCpRYImkLmxa5qu_4BTS2yj_dqWr5l0Wbq0xTd/s320/P1171055.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Well here is my attempt at christmas photo's with the kids! The end result was very cute ( see picture on right) but this first photo is by far my favorite! W is smiling and G is just plan bored of the whole situation.. plus he has been forced to sport that red hat and hold this thing every one keeps calling his brother.</div><div>The torture I have put him through. I am waiting for child protective services to show up any minute for putting him through this ordeal and now posting it online!</div><div>How dare I. </div><div>See how much happier our first born is without even having to touch or sit close to his brother. It's almost as if he has forgotten he is even in the room... this I will remind them of when they are best of friends a life time from now. W just lights up when ever G is around.. it is an ungoing silent battle that goes on daily here.. and I can only laugh at how cute it is and Know that it won't last forever.</div><div>It won't right I mean if it does it won't be so cute anymore and I will be posting photo's of police showing up at my door for black eyes and broken window's.</div><div>Lets hope we don't hit that disfunctional!</div><div>Happy Holiday's</div><div>Mama J<br /></div><div></div>Mama Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-10666207822491157502006-12-14T11:54:00.001-04:002006-12-14T11:58:57.929-04:00whaaaG: " Mommy!"<br />Mama: " yes <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">hun</span>"<br />G: " we <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">wimply</span> having a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">dondurful</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">christmas</span> time"<br />Mama: " <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">wimply</span>?"<br />G:" frustrated voice.." <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">wimply</span> having a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">dundurful</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">christmas</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">timmmmmmmeeeee</span>"<br />Mama: Silent then realizes in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">the</span> background... the song <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Simply</span> having a wonderful <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Christmas</span> time? is playing.<br />Mama" yes G we are simply having a wonderful <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Christmas</span> time."<br />G: big hug and smile and keeps on singing!Mama Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-36413672556749467452006-12-10T21:40:00.000-04:002008-11-19T03:19:23.706-04:00Tis the Season'<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCVGrm7WAUnKI2KguxJts43XatSBSk7en7qCiaMt2xhIvSFes-0MV5BGGtb632bXG9HqVP5yn-lu3wgHFinxDH_iyEMgmN9aBmJ8Oi1FZJvoFfRiqASbYUe1KDrlx9kMXd1j1C/s1600-h/P1030943.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007078547687960306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCVGrm7WAUnKI2KguxJts43XatSBSk7en7qCiaMt2xhIvSFes-0MV5BGGtb632bXG9HqVP5yn-lu3wgHFinxDH_iyEMgmN9aBmJ8Oi1FZJvoFfRiqASbYUe1KDrlx9kMXd1j1C/s320/P1030943.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>My favorite thing to do every night is drink a hot chcolate or coffee or tea in front of my christmas tree all lit up.. with the house lights all off and play a christmas song or two. ahh christmas cozy!</p><p>Egg nog with Rum does the trick as well!</p><p>What your christmas cozy?</p>Mama Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-61077343522438403142006-12-05T10:09:00.000-04:002008-11-19T03:19:24.102-04:00Say Cheese<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaLoow6Q3bJSdw4FJCSH426HYOQ_phhUnE4HXfrIH06tNp6oiz-Wl6nrpgHr16AeRJQfzqmVB1Gl-1i3y0X030qaGHKZzdRn3p4b-YztCF9h4MkN2OnnSXa8oFztFHgBampel0/s1600-h/P1020922.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005045378787434018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaLoow6Q3bJSdw4FJCSH426HYOQ_phhUnE4HXfrIH06tNp6oiz-Wl6nrpgHr16AeRJQfzqmVB1Gl-1i3y0X030qaGHKZzdRn3p4b-YztCF9h4MkN2OnnSXa8oFztFHgBampel0/s320/P1020922.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIUyp1pVummbj6qgNx6VBmQhAvSy1CqyXok-aVijued7GQ4D4UoQGQoJDokGDQVeJkYH_-1titjR6YHKhaLo7jqFgICgXiKqHJNWDvDb5is0vaYaxragh-93b8sM_BdQ70eMMF/s1600-h/P1030934.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005044987945410066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIUyp1pVummbj6qgNx6VBmQhAvSy1CqyXok-aVijued7GQ4D4UoQGQoJDokGDQVeJkYH_-1titjR6YHKhaLo7jqFgICgXiKqHJNWDvDb5is0vaYaxragh-93b8sM_BdQ70eMMF/s320/P1030934.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiT5mPsr0uJUUmOHlokNjEiaisymeUvPD0vlxwFYfpwg-R2HDOYwgJe6xdUgS4I1DA4s70wAmNnp8K7F5ZKTCMoWZqIJwwDcdi3vVDyFbyltQZn3iBrLVskWtjP-v0Jg_Y5jH4/s1600-h/P1020916.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005044816146718210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiT5mPsr0uJUUmOHlokNjEiaisymeUvPD0vlxwFYfpwg-R2HDOYwgJe6xdUgS4I1DA4s70wAmNnp8K7F5ZKTCMoWZqIJwwDcdi3vVDyFbyltQZn3iBrLVskWtjP-v0Jg_Y5jH4/s320/P1020916.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>Well as you may have already guessed the christmas spirit.. flew up my pants and bit me in the tuckus.</div><div>We have decorated our Tree and our home. Lights and glitter all over.</div><div>G has played an interactive roll in being a big brother and has been a wonderful brother for little W. In fact G has been helping with everything these days.. he aims to please and we are so very proud. Our first snow was here in NS last night and as we thought it was only a few flurries we headed out to the grocery store. yeah let me just sum that up.. Sitting in icy traffic with 2 screaming kids in the back seat and Dumb asses that are still not ready for winter driving EVERYwhere.</div><div>All I have to say is ..... Sackville.. it's december it's winter and yes We often get unexpected weather.... WTF. Put your snow tires on and get used to it. The first snow storm always gives people Deer in headlights syndrome. I am so happy that I above eryone know what's going on.. for once.</div><div>More pics soon.!</div><div>Love Mama</div></div></div>Mama Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-49338184820347918232006-12-02T18:08:00.000-04:002008-11-19T03:19:24.211-04:00EEEEEEEEEE<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBfnwNXN8nn-GsEg3ND4Pr_OL28S7jxxSFgTD5h_mZrzp0o2soxE7anKkWredAdyYu_0XEhyphenhyphenTMq-ksRhBK8ZIO6KIbQp65422ebES8tzQN3PFcoxGYok3fX4bhEOebHb4_-xEq/s1600-h/rudolph.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004055144012570066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBfnwNXN8nn-GsEg3ND4Pr_OL28S7jxxSFgTD5h_mZrzp0o2soxE7anKkWredAdyYu_0XEhyphenhyphenTMq-ksRhBK8ZIO6KIbQp65422ebES8tzQN3PFcoxGYok3fX4bhEOebHb4_-xEq/s320/rudolph.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>all I have to say is .. The holiday Season is never complete without</div>Mama Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-23800831173750629112006-12-02T13:26:00.000-04:002006-12-02T13:31:39.542-04:00ChristmasAhh the feelingof the holidays have started to set in.<br />Here are a few things that have gotten me in the christmas mood.<br /><br /><br /><br />1. shortbread cookies( home made by G and I )<br />2. Christmas tunes while shopping.<br />3. Glittery decorations<br />4.Pulling out the tangled mess of decorations fom my closet.<br />5. Wrapping christmas gifts.<br />6. G excited about Santa.<br />7. G loving his advant calander.<br />8. Having a new addition to shop and prepare for the holidays.<br />9. Short bread cookies.<br />10. Roudolph the red nosed reibdeer, christmas special... you know the old fashioned version where his nose goes EEEEEEEEEEE. LOVE IT!<br />11. candy canes and hot chocolate.<br /><br />The weather here has been less then christmasy.<br />Today it is 6 degrees.<br />This is not a complaint, it's a disbelief.<br />What gets you christmasy!<br />leave me a comment let me know!Mama Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-1164720883302931942006-11-28T09:27:00.000-04:002006-11-28T09:34:43.316-04:00Little earsYou always know that little ears could be listening when you talk... But when the little ears hear then store away certain words for any occasion it becomes a brutal reality.<br /><br />So far G has just started to spew words<br />Asshole<br />Fuck<br />and shit!<br />yes many more intelligent words have some out of his mouth in recent weeks, but these tthese words are his way of trying to be like Mommy and Daddy!<br />the thing is he didn't say them right after he heard them but waited for some time, until in front of a crowd at a recent birthday party for our friends son!<br />I nearly died... Because everyone was thinking we know where he got THAT from don't we!<br />Well I know he is trying to fit in to the adult world and seem I dunno "cool" but now the brutal realization of everything we say is being monitored........<br />Oh fudge and freckles!!Mama Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-1164235756979215492006-11-22T18:44:00.000-04:002006-11-22T18:49:16.986-04:00HormonesNot only am I weeping everytime I watch Oprah, I am still craving peanut butter, passing golf ball sized clots( see entry before this one), and the best yet....... When hugging company I am suddenly aware my breasts have decided to leak... Leaving a rather awkward conversation to follow and end result of me shoving more cabbage in my bra.....<br />need I say more!Mama Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-1164214077868556822006-11-22T11:38:00.000-04:002006-11-22T12:47:58.026-04:00Golf BallsSince I have given birth I have felt amazingly well. My stiches healed barley any discomfort in comparison to my first child.<br />Yesterday after buzzing around the house, I felt a huge gush in the noony area.<br />I was getting Little Baby W a bottle and he was just a screaming for his meal. This gush came once again and as I started to walk I knew that something was a bit irregular.<br />I propped up Little W and gave him his bottle( a little hands free) I had to because I could tell I was just soaking through my clothes at this point.<br />That I was as I went to the bathroom, There was massive amounts of blood and ( this is more gross than anything) large golf ball size<br />and lots of them.<br />So I called my practicioner and went to the hospital on her advice.<br />To make a long and well not so internet appropiate story... Short, All is well in my uterine area and if this happens again I am being set up for an ultrasound. The do believe it was left over material from my afterbirth that finally let go. They say better out than in so infection isn't caused.<br />It was scary to see so much blood after feeling so well and thinking I was out of the woods .. So taking it easy for a few days.<br />I have to admit I am glad I am not going through another pregnancy ever again!Mama Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-1164041465032971422006-11-20T12:41:00.000-04:002006-11-20T19:32:22.740-04:00Where oh where>>....Um has anyone seen my pictures I posted.. What the hell blogger what the hell... I am trying to run a web site here... Anyone else having blogger problems?<br />Should have went with something else.. I knew it.. grrrrrr.<br /><br />Last night The fam was watching A Christmas vacation( the Griswalls) and the one swear word in the whole movie and Mr G decided he was going to add it to his vocabulary<br /><br />"fuckin" my first born proudly announced his new found word in all his glory. WE have left the safe zone people he hears and knows all things adult now.... What's next.<br />I better go buy condoms.... The girls might start calling.<br />te hee.<br />Motherhood has been great and although little W has been a tad gassy. and I have had numerous nights camped out on the couch using a bassinet instead of crib for W..... It has been a week of minor chaos.<br />I do miss my bed though.<br />Little G has been adjusting well to brotherhood. He gets jealous of Daddy more so then anything but he loves his brother and has already acted out in brotherly duties... Such as hiding Little W's toys. So much to look forward to.<br />Ahh my beautiful boys.<br />Soon time for me to start my <a href="http://www.beachbody.com/jump.jsp?itemID=176&itemType=CATEGORY&path=1,2,21">TURBO JAM</a> routine.. Can't wait to loose the pounds people.... Yes I want MILF status ASAP!<br />Well I'll post some more pics and hopefully a pretty red X WON"T appear in it's place.<br />TA TAMama Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-1163778889733129962006-11-17T11:25:00.000-04:002006-11-17T11:54:55.790-04:00Big Willy style<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/800/3665/1600/PC140865.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/800/3665/200/PC140865.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/800/3665/1600/PC160870.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/800/3665/200/PC160870.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/800/3665/1600/PC160873.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/800/3665/320/PC160873.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />here are some more pics to enjoy.. all I really have time for right now..... Busy busy with lackof sleep and piling up landry.. all things considered this experience has been amazing.<br />A house full of boys!<br />Me and my cat cashaare the only estrogen....<br />ENJOY!Mama Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-1163529155410897582006-11-14T14:10:00.000-04:002006-12-02T18:11:20.501-04:00He's Here<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/800/3665/1600/PC100788.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/800/3665/200/PC100788.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/800/3665/1600/PC090776.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/800/3665/200/PC090776.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/800/3665/1600/PC090777.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/800/3665/200/PC090777.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />LITTLE WCKW has finally arrived.<br />He was born November 10th 2006 at 12:43 am. As soon as I was 10 cm it took me 25 mnutes to push him out into my loving arms.<br />He weighed in at 7 pounds 12 ounces.<br />He is adorable.<br />Here are a few pics.. I am currently trying to make bread and peal potatoes.. while amusing greg... I keep skipping around the house.... william is sleeping well and feeding well.. greg is jealous but very helpful.<br />my family is complete and I am in utter state of happiness.Mama Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33381744.post-1163019261498522302006-11-08T16:49:00.000-04:002006-11-08T16:54:21.506-04:003cmSo I am finally starting the birthday process, I reached three cm last night after much pain and walking and an overnight stay in the hospital ... But now I am home and my body has just decided to stop!<br />I hoped with this lack in progress they would induce me right away.... But as we can see I'm home with after shock pain and awaiting this little bundle of joy as we speak.<br />I have a Dr's appointment tomorrow and I hope she it's gets the ball rolling and starts the inducement as this process has been a long exhausting road and it's only the start!<br />Keep checking in....... Wish me pain and dilation!<br />Mama JMama Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16647624308286840745noreply@blogger.com4