Well, I am sitting here on the last day of March...{btw, where the hell did March go?} listening to my wonderful toddler talk and laugh and play and I am simply happy to be alive. It has taken a long time to get here, and I am hoping it stays.
Yesterday we took the princess to the doctors for her needles. {Not one of my favorite things to do but I made the appointment for a time when both Mommy and Daddy could be there.} So he measured her, 33 inches. He weighed her, 28 lbs. And he was impressed that she was doing well. Um, DUH. I may be bipolar but my daughter is probably the only thing I do right on a daily basis. So then she got her chicken pox and meningitis vaccinations. Poor baby was so upset. Then after the doctor's visit we ventured off to Shoppers Drug Mart to send away the modem I had from Bell. After that we headed to Zellers to pick out a feel better toy for Willow. {After two needles and being so brave we thought she needed one.} She picked out a vibrant green frog stuffy that is bigger than her. Then we headed home.
Today I am spring cleaning. Although it is below spring temperatures outside it needs to be done. So while Daddy sleeps in, Mommy and baby are bonding and housecleaning. {Who am I kidding? I am the only one housecleaning. Baby is housemessing.}
Saturday, 31 March 2012
Monday, 19 March 2012
21 degree weather feels absolutely amazing!
The weather today was absolutely wonderful. It was 21 degrees out. There were no jackets..there was an abundance of sunshine. So Anthony and I decided to take Willow out for a walk. And we walked to the library...realized there were a bunch of teenagers there and so went to the mall instead. And we let her run around for the first time and she absolutely loved it!
She ran (not far because her legs are so tiny) and laughed and had so much fun. By the time we got her home she had enough energy to eat and go to bed. Ah, that's music to Mommy and Daddy's ears! Lol.
She ran (not far because her legs are so tiny) and laughed and had so much fun. By the time we got her home she had enough energy to eat and go to bed. Ah, that's music to Mommy and Daddy's ears! Lol.
Monday, 12 March 2012
It's amazing what one little pill can do
This past weekend was a whirlwind on the rollercoaster of emotions for me. It all started when I woke up on Saturday morning. I woke up to the sound of my baby girl playing and talking in her crib. Which was amazing. Her little babbles just make my heart melt and we woke up in a great mood and everything was good. The entire morning I felt awesome and by the time she was ready for a nap I was ready for a marathon.
Could it have been the 2 cans of Coke I had drank? (Nah.)
My friend asked me to go grocery shopping with her and I had just put Willow down for a nap...so I said sure. We went and had a grand old time at the grocery store. I felt really hyper and halfway through the shop I realized why I felt that way.
I forgot to take my meds.
Ah well, I thought to myself...just enjoy the high. I was hyper for the entire day and night. Staying up until 1:30am and watching movies on Netflix and not really caring that I was awake. I felt happy and like I did before I was pregnant. Staying up late, which lately all I do is go to bed around 9.
The next day, I got up and felt like I had been drinking and partying all night long. I felt super tired and had a headache. I took my pill and it took the pain away but my mood was less than mediocre all day. I was glad when hubs came home early and took over with the baby. Also, my sister decided to come over and help me clean the house so I didn't have to clean the kitchen...which was one thing hubs wanted me to do. So I was very happy to have the help yesterday.
It really is amazing what happens when I don't take my meds. I sure do sleep soundly though.
Could it have been the 2 cans of Coke I had drank? (Nah.)
My friend asked me to go grocery shopping with her and I had just put Willow down for a nap...so I said sure. We went and had a grand old time at the grocery store. I felt really hyper and halfway through the shop I realized why I felt that way.
I forgot to take my meds.
Ah well, I thought to myself...just enjoy the high. I was hyper for the entire day and night. Staying up until 1:30am and watching movies on Netflix and not really caring that I was awake. I felt happy and like I did before I was pregnant. Staying up late, which lately all I do is go to bed around 9.
The next day, I got up and felt like I had been drinking and partying all night long. I felt super tired and had a headache. I took my pill and it took the pain away but my mood was less than mediocre all day. I was glad when hubs came home early and took over with the baby. Also, my sister decided to come over and help me clean the house so I didn't have to clean the kitchen...which was one thing hubs wanted me to do. So I was very happy to have the help yesterday.
It really is amazing what happens when I don't take my meds. I sure do sleep soundly though.
Thursday, 8 March 2012
A mother's guilt.
So...does anyone else think that the Tori Stafford trial has haunting similarities to the Paul Bernardo/Karla Homolka case? A friend at school and I were talking about it, and it just seems so sickening. And the mother, oh my word, the mother had played an active role in aiding her child's murder. Being an oxy addict, (or any kind of drug addict for that matter) introducing your child to people that you purchase drugs from is clearly bad form. I mean come on, any idiot knows that. Looking back, the mother should probably see how it adds up that the daughter of a drug dealer would be able to do such a horrific thing. Drugs fuck a kid up man, and it's a less than ideal life for the kids when parents are into shady business.
Another thing, what is with these young women, and girls looking to please a man that is at least 10 years older than them. Is it a daddy complex? Looking for love in all the wrong places? Because if you ask me, when a guy tells you that he wants you to abduct a little girl and plans to do absolutely awful things to this innocent little girl, the NORMAL reaction is to run...and run far far away. When you are sent into a hardware store and told to get a hammer, and garbage bags and whatever else he may need to dispose of the body, you go in there and make the purchase and walk out without a sense of a fucking conscience, knowing you are aiding and abedding this sick perverse plan....you should be publicly defiled, humiliated and thrown into the general public at a maximum security prison with all the inmates knowing what a low, disgusting, sick depraved act you have committed. That way you can pray that your death will be instantaneous. But instead she is looking to plea bargain by giving up the guy she would "do anything for." Throwing him under the bus so you get a 25 year sentence and free at 50 (unless allowed out for good behaviour as the flaws and cracks in our imperfect justice system allows for such things.)
As a mother, first of all I am enraged at the sick fact that poor little Tori was raised by an oxy addict. I have said it once I will say it again, drugs really mess a kid up. So the fact that she was surrounded by a mother who wasn't even there most of the time...*SMH* The minute you find out you are bringing a child in the world you need to make sure you are giving 150% of yourself and that there will be nothing barring you from being the mother you want and can be. That life is your responsibility and they are really and truly a gift from God and not being tainted by this awful wicked world should be your number one priority. Not to get high and satisfy your selfish "needs" and desires.
Then, you meet the shady drug dealer....who in all reality if they have any children they are immediately classified as screwed up because they have a drug dealer for a parent. Great thinking and logic there people. There was probably an absentee father...or he was in jail, or just high all the time which makes the daughter turn to someone she can find comfort in. He, in turn, is this masochistic disgusting pedophile who expects his girlfriend to ensnare this unknowing little girl to go with her because her mother said she needed her to pick her up from school...{A side note...what mother doesn't go pick up her kids from school...oh right the drug addict thing. Gotcha.} Then you go through with being an accessory to murder, after sexually defiling an 8 year old. Beating her to death with a hammer and then leaving her body in garbage bags.
My heart aches as a mother and as a human being. I know that if it were my child, well I would pull out all stops to ensure she was safe and home everyday after school. My choice is to homeschool her and any other children that come along. I am in school to ensure a work at home opportunity so that I can make my money within the comfort of my home and with my children close to me at all times. At least until the time when they are able to be making the decisions and knowing that strangers are not there to help you and that the set of instructions given to you at the time of you leaving the house to when you are supposed to return are still in play unless I tell you any different.
I don't know why I am so enraged about this little girl's death...probably because it was preventable. It was preventable and the mother was not protecting her child as well as she could have.
Well that is my rant for this morning. Better get back to learning about teeth.
Another thing, what is with these young women, and girls looking to please a man that is at least 10 years older than them. Is it a daddy complex? Looking for love in all the wrong places? Because if you ask me, when a guy tells you that he wants you to abduct a little girl and plans to do absolutely awful things to this innocent little girl, the NORMAL reaction is to run...and run far far away. When you are sent into a hardware store and told to get a hammer, and garbage bags and whatever else he may need to dispose of the body, you go in there and make the purchase and walk out without a sense of a fucking conscience, knowing you are aiding and abedding this sick perverse plan....you should be publicly defiled, humiliated and thrown into the general public at a maximum security prison with all the inmates knowing what a low, disgusting, sick depraved act you have committed. That way you can pray that your death will be instantaneous. But instead she is looking to plea bargain by giving up the guy she would "do anything for." Throwing him under the bus so you get a 25 year sentence and free at 50 (unless allowed out for good behaviour as the flaws and cracks in our imperfect justice system allows for such things.)
As a mother, first of all I am enraged at the sick fact that poor little Tori was raised by an oxy addict. I have said it once I will say it again, drugs really mess a kid up. So the fact that she was surrounded by a mother who wasn't even there most of the time...*SMH* The minute you find out you are bringing a child in the world you need to make sure you are giving 150% of yourself and that there will be nothing barring you from being the mother you want and can be. That life is your responsibility and they are really and truly a gift from God and not being tainted by this awful wicked world should be your number one priority. Not to get high and satisfy your selfish "needs" and desires.
Then, you meet the shady drug dealer....who in all reality if they have any children they are immediately classified as screwed up because they have a drug dealer for a parent. Great thinking and logic there people. There was probably an absentee father...or he was in jail, or just high all the time which makes the daughter turn to someone she can find comfort in. He, in turn, is this masochistic disgusting pedophile who expects his girlfriend to ensnare this unknowing little girl to go with her because her mother said she needed her to pick her up from school...{A side note...what mother doesn't go pick up her kids from school...oh right the drug addict thing. Gotcha.} Then you go through with being an accessory to murder, after sexually defiling an 8 year old. Beating her to death with a hammer and then leaving her body in garbage bags.
My heart aches as a mother and as a human being. I know that if it were my child, well I would pull out all stops to ensure she was safe and home everyday after school. My choice is to homeschool her and any other children that come along. I am in school to ensure a work at home opportunity so that I can make my money within the comfort of my home and with my children close to me at all times. At least until the time when they are able to be making the decisions and knowing that strangers are not there to help you and that the set of instructions given to you at the time of you leaving the house to when you are supposed to return are still in play unless I tell you any different.
I don't know why I am so enraged about this little girl's death...probably because it was preventable. It was preventable and the mother was not protecting her child as well as she could have.
Well that is my rant for this morning. Better get back to learning about teeth.
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