Clever Title - FAIL

I seriously spent a good ten minutes trying to think of a punny title using TEETH but I'm giving up.  

Sorry. It's her fault.

Who, me? The world's easiest baby? Surely you jest.

Or I should say, the TEETH's fault.

2 down, 18 to go! (*sob*) 

Gaze into my eyes as I beguile you with my ridiculously long eyelashes...  Who needs sleep?

We are currently working on the perfect homeopathic-teething-liquid/Tylenol/Advil cocktail so that Maman over here gets at least three hours of shut-eye in a row. Last night we were down to 2 wake-ups instead of 4 so I call that a WIN.

In other exciting news, Liliane split her lip open last night! Poor kid. WAIT- before you rev up the sympathy clucks, note that she injured herself while flopping in the throes of a freak-out because we wouldn't turn on yet another light in her room. One we have NEVER turned on for her before.  It was all fine, lots of blood but she's A-OK. And bonus - husband turned it into a lesson!  The consequences for having a meltdown and not listening to your parents WILL MAKE YOU BLEED. Or something like that. She got it and once we fixed up her Diego doll who had also apparently hurt his lip, she was out like a light.  Ha ha - get it? Light? That we did NOT turn on, blood be darned. Parents: 2 for 2.

And yes, call me Mommy Dearest, but I sent her to daycare today anyway. Hey - this blog won't write itself plus having her here would seriously cut into my lounging-on-the-couch-eating-bon-bons-and-watching-soaps time.

HAHA. Although that does sound like fun.

Oh and our fridge is dripping. Only on the inside, but I'm thinking that the vegetables drawers aren't meant to be floating. Sigh.  But wait!  Did I mention the weirdo rash I have on the inside of my left wrist? Nowhere else, only there. An allergy to small babies with button noses who like to use me as a human pacifier all night long? Sounds about right.

But the good news is that we're all otherwise healthy, Stéphane and I are officially addicted to The Walking Dead (yay Netflix!), it's Friday and we have a fun-filled weekend ahead of us. A weekend that includes a trip to Ikea which will hopefully not end like the last one. Although in my defense I was pregnant last time. Hmmmm... already working on my excuse for bad behaviour for this trip - lack of sleep perhaps?

Happy Weekend everybody!

My Baby is Trying to Kill Me (Ha ha just kidding - HELP)

So the world's easiest baby has her two front teeth and I sure hope she's working on a lot more because this waking up three times a night to feed and be cuddled is not working for my, you know, MENTAL HEALTH.

Yeah, go ahead. Laugh all you want. Pretend to be sympathetic but I know you are secretly gleeful that the baby who started sleeping through the night at 6 weeks is actually now sleeping less than your average crankypants newborn. And possibly breastfeeding more. It's OK. Checks and balances, checks and balances.

So anyway, baby issues aside, we got back last week and have been busy overcoming jetlag (3 hours, just enough to junk everybody up) and doing laundry and putting away decorations and dealing with all the new stuff that needs a home now THANK YOU PÈRE NOËL. Oh and can I just say that coming from plus 10 degree weather to snow snow snow and heck yeah, it's COLD HERE is not easy.  

We took this picture the day before we came home. It was GORGEOUS. Now of course Vancouver is covered with snow so looks like we got out just in time but it's nothing like the Winter Wonderland we have goin' on out here.  

Somewhere in there I managed to load my 700+ pictures and picked this one to share with y'all:

These are the matchy-matchy PJs that all the cousins got this year and Liliane wore hers 24/7.  She wore them on the plane to come home, she wears them every night to bed.  I will post the obligatory "all cousins in their Christmas PJs" photo as soon as I can find it.

So that's it. I'm still here and really REALLY looking forward to finding a rhythm again that doesn't involve me mainlining caffeine to stay conscious not to mention actually WRITE something.

If I'm not back by next week, send in the Marines. Preferably with supplies of Tylenol and espresso.

Of Pyjamas and Prunes

DAY. INT. - Grandma's Living Room.

Pink snowman pyjama-clad 4 year old lounges on the couch watching Thumbelina on the iPad. Her similarly pyjama-ed mother is curled up beside her, alternately checking Facebook and reading a book while sipping coffee.  Husband is away at London Drugs and the baby is asleep. A last round of Christmas music plays softly on the stereo even though it's well into the new year.  

MAMA

(contented sigh)

4 Y.O.

(contented sigh)

THE END.

Yep, we're still on vacation and I am soaking up every lazy, relaxing moment. I am relishing each day that I don't have to be anywhere at any time or bundle two kids up for minus 25 degree weather. 

Rest. What a treat.

Alice and I aren't getting a lot of sleep per se due to her NEW TOOTH and newfound habit of waking up twice a night to feed. Suffice it to say that I have finally mastered the lying down/dozing off position for nursing. I didn't really have time for it when she was first born since she started sleeping through the night so darn early....  Ha ha, cry me a river. I know.  Sorry.

True to form, the teething version of Alice is only a little droolier and occasionally crankier than her regular "easiest baby EVER" self.  As my Mom commented this morning, she is the perfect size for snuggling so she gets a lot of that from her west coast family.

On the subject of milestones, she turned over all by herself on Christmas Day. We're still working on sitting up without faceplanting but she's almost there.

She has also started eating a couple of different cereals, loves sweet potato, banana, peaches and now prunes. Her introduction to solid food was a little haphazard (hey, try this banana that I'm eating and see if you like it!) but we're settling into a sort-of routine.

And Liliane, LILIANE. We all had a rough first week or so (thank you jet lag + random cold germs) but she has completely adjusted to our new "schedule" of spending most of the day in pyjamas and doing fun stuff like going to the Aquarium or Science World and hanging out with family and friends.  She's had the best time with all her cousins and bonding with her Auntie Jaime. I overheard her teaching my Mom words in French and asking my Dad to speak to her in English please. She's at the perfect age to enjoy all the magic of the season and she only recently stopped asking me if we were going to open more presents today.

Speaking of which, I may need to buy an extra seat on the plane to go home to accommodate my beeeehind. Hoo boy! This year I didn't come across a single Christmas cookie or mince tart I didn't immediately stuff into my treat hole.   I'd have to be breastfeeding quintuplets to make a dent in my daily calorie intake. 

Sorry, no pictures to share right now because my camera is all the way upstaaaiiirs and as you know, I'm here, all comfy on the couch. 

Back to the East Coast next week where normal, haphazard, hopefully 3 x per week blog posting will resume. 

In the meantime, happy, happy New Year everybody!