Friday, February 28, 2014

Friends with the Monster

I listen to one of those commercial-free (read: budget) radio stations.  They mainly play 4 songs - Story of My Life, something by Aloe Blacc, John Doe, and Say Something (I'm Giving Up on You).  Then they play random stuff here and there, like today, when they played Single Ladies and The Monster by Eminem.

So this morning the radio was on really low.  Like, I didn't even realize it was on.  But then from the backseat I hear Claire say, "Uh-oh.  Uh-oh, uh-oh."  And I'm thinking, oh great, what did she do?!  Until I realized that she was singing along to the Rihanna part of The Monster.  (38 seconds in.)


I tried to get a video but I was driving, and of course as soon as she saw the camera she didn't want to participate.  Classic.  So I led her into it but you get the idea.  And I think I need a reality show camera crew to follow us around catching all these cute moments.


Here's a video of Claire playing around at home.  She's pretty decent with the timing.


And because it's equally cute, here's a video of the kids singing this song on New Year's Eve.  (Please don't report me for the seatbelt situation.)

Thursday, February 27, 2014

Peepee Post (TMI)

I know we are confusing Claire by calling her Poopoo.  She points to her picture and says, "Poopoo," but she also points to the toilet and says, "poopoo."  One time I was peeing and she came in the bathroom and tried to lift up my buttcheek to see.  Meanwhile she's saying, "Peepee, peepee."  Um, thanks for the commentary kid.

Well yesterday after our shower, she was reading books on my bed in just a diaper while I finished getting dressed.  She plays pretend sometimes, like she'll lay down on my pillow and say, "Night-night," or put on my necklaces and high heels and walk around.  Well so she was on the bed and grabbed a diaper and said, "Peepee," so I laughed and mimicked her.  (I'm a little slow.)  But when I DID clue in, I ran over there and felt the front of her diaper, and it was warm!

CLAIRE PEED AND THEN TOLD ME SHE PEED!

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

The Color Run

Oh man, this was AWESOME.  Claire and I had done "fun" races like this before - the Bubble Run and all the GOTR ones - but nothing compared to this.  I think maybe because she's at a stage when she can get pretty into it as well.  Plus hello, colours.

Some of my in-laws from California came up for it too.  So on raceday, Claire and I went downtown and DP picked up his granma and came down separately.  There were so many people there that we didn't find each other before the race started, and we had to wait a long time in the start corral. 




Claire was getting restless in the start corral, and I don't blame her, I was too.  But I had brought crackers and a cheese stick for her, and tattoos, so we kept busy.


The first colour station was blue.  They have volunteers lined up to throw "colour" on the runners, but I think they were a little apprehensive about throwing that stuff into the stroller, which I didn't mind.  We got to experience it just the same.







I always rib DP about coming to these things.  I've never asked him to come to 5k races with me, so while he has come to my bigger events, he's never been to any of these piddly ones.  Until I started bringing Claire along.  Now he's at every single finish line no matter how small, cheering us on.  It's cute.



Not only was it fun though, I surprised myself on my time and was thoroughly happy.  I had set a goal of 33 minutes (11-minute miles) but ended up rocking it out in 29 minutes!  That's a huge improvement and the best 3 mile time I've run since being pregnant with Claire.  Totally deserved that pound of guacamole I ate for lunch.


I rested the next day and was pretty sore, but went on Monday for a 5-mile jog.  Which I also NAILED.  Even DP was surprised and he's never surprised when I tell him about my runs.  But 5 miles in 54:54 is something to be proud of considering my condition.  Ha!

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Container Park

I had to pick up my race packet from Container Park so I dragged the family with me.  It's a brand new "park" in the heart of downtown, and when I first I heard the name of it, I assumed it was just a park sponsored by the Container Store, you know, like AT&T Park or PetCo Park.  Well turns out it's a kids playground surrounded by little boutiques and eateries, and everything is made from recycled freight containers.  Train cars! 







The treehouse was a little big for Claire, so we took her for a walk down Fremont Street.  She loved it because she could walk by herself and there was tons to look at.  Of course when we got to the scale in front of the Heart Attack Grill, we had to put her on.





















Here's a flashback to me on the scale at 6 months pregnant.

Monday, February 24, 2014

Otter Room

Claire is transitioning from the Seahorse room to the Otter room at her daycare.  On the first day she cried.  On the second day they all went outside to play and that was fine, she loves playing outside, but then when they came back in she was quietly sniffling.  She wanted to sit next to one of her friends that had moved up previously and then she was okay again.

When I went to pick her up on Thursday, I got to watch her in the new class.  She looked so tiny in that big room, with their big toys and big table.  She was sitting quietly and watching the other kids play.  I know she will like it eventually.  She loves playing with big kids and refuses to play with the baby across our street, who is only 3 weeks younger than her but is a "baby" in the true sense of the word.

I never thought this would have been a big deal for her, she's very adaptable and super social.  But I guess she is used to her classroom and her teachers.  There is one more week of this and then she moves up fully the first week of March.  My baby is growing up!

Saturday, February 22, 2014

Football is Over

I know that, okay.  But some of us didn't get the memo.  Because my dad invited us over for a bbq, and this happened.


Friday, February 21, 2014

Training Weekend

Last Sunday I ran my fastest 5K since training for the Color Run, so I took Claire to Denny's for my favourite (and usually only post-race treat) Moons Over My Hammy.  She had the chocolate chip pancakes because I don't like to share my food.



Monday was windy so we just went out for an hour long run.  I think I did okay but man, was I sore the rest of the week.  I had let Claire out of the stroller for a bit since an hour is a long time to just be sitting there.  Well she ran around and kicked the dirt and rocks, then decided she wanted to push the stroller with me.



Thursday, February 20, 2014

Social Butterfly

I stopped at the store after work/daycare yesterday, so we got home a little later than usual.  A bunch of my neighbours and their kids - about five children between 3 and 6 years old - were all hanging out in the cul-de-sac I live on.  Claire got excited hearing the talking and laughter, so when I got her out of the carseat she ran down the driveway toward the kids and their parents sitting on lawn chairs.  But they all ignored her.

My kid isn't shy.  She was waving and saying hi, and then looking at me for reassurance.  I said, "Go ahead Claire," and she went closer and waved at the people, and would turn back and smile at me.  She looked so joyful.  But the parents just continued their conversation without even a glance her way, and the kids just carried on with their game, no glances out of them either.  It was like she was invisible. 

And she kept turning around to smile at me, like she couldn't believe I was letting her go see those obviously fun people.  And she was so happy, and wanted to make sure I was still watching, but I pretended not to pay attention while I unloaded the groceries, so she couldn't see the tears in my eyes. 

I hated those cliquey bitches and their stupid kids.  And I wanted to hulk smash them all to bits.  But I just called Claire back to the garage and gave her a brand new cup I bought her at the store.  It had cars on it, so she was thrilled.  And when she cried in the middle of the night, I didn't just throw her bottle into the crib like usual, I held her in my arms.  (Well kinda, she doesn't really fit and her sweaty head and dangly legs made it uncomfortable.  But I attempted it.)

Maybe the people were annoyed and didn't want company, and I shouldn't have encouraged Claire to go visit them.  And like I tell DP, we can't expect that everyone else thinks our daughter is as amazing as we do. 

I know it's not the first time I'll feel sad for my kid.  It was even worse knowing that Claire didn't get it, she had no idea that her feelings were supposed to be hurt.  She's so innocent and new to everything. 

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Old McDonald Had a Farm

Sometimes when Claire is fussy on the way home from school (she's usually hungry) I play music from our Raffi channel on Pandora.  I grew up listening to this guy and some of the songs just take me straight back to my childhood.


Well they play other music also, and I noticed Claire singing along to some of the songs I assume they sing in her class. Like the alphabet song.  Of course she doesn't know the letters, but she sings sounds in time and then claps at the end.  She loves the Wheels on the Bus and Old McDonald.

So I came home and was showing DP what she was doing during Old McDonald.


Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Warm Weather BOOTD

I went home on my lunchbreak Friday to give DP the carseat, and Claire was playing outside when I got there.  So I gave her some M&Ms from a Valentine I got at work.




DP loves the baby in overalls, plus it was like 75 degrees.  They two of them got to go to the park every day this weekend.  And Claire got her first treat from the ice cream truck.  I don't have a picture of it because I was horrified when she came in the house with a popsicle the size of her arm.  I'm starting to think she eats too much crap.
















Monday, February 17, 2014

Sleepover

When I was in Vancouver last weekend, DP hosted a sleepover for the kids.  I know because when I came home, the toys were all put up in different places, like kind of where they go but not exactly.  AND there was an almost-empty pint of ice cream in the fridge, and happy meal cups in the dishwasher.  Hmmmm.

I asked DP about it, and he was like, "Yeah, the kids came over," and that was it.

So I called my dad, who takes Gigi and Ramses to school a couple mornings a week, and he said that the kids were mis-behaving and he had to give them a growling before school on Monday.  And they turned to him and said, "Well Uncle said we don't have any rules!"  I stifled a laughter and my dad let out a huge sigh, "Now I have to start all over again with them."  Meaning their behavior.  So he's not overly-dramatic at all.

Later that day when my mother-in-law stopped by to pick something up, I mentioned that story to her.  And she said that when Fiori came home the day after the sleepover, she asked her how it was.  And Fiori, obviously parroting her favourite uncle, said, "It was PARTY TIME the whole night!" 

These goons were probably so happy I wasn't there to regulate on their behinds.  DP included.  And at this point, I don't even wanna know.

Sunday, February 16, 2014

Super Embarassing Story

This happened a couple months ago, and I've finally gotten over my embarrassment enough for it to be funny.

I have this habit of forgetting to take out the carseat on days that I don't take Claire to daycare and she stays home with DP when I go to work.  It's a really sore spot of contention in our marriage.  But that's neither here nor there.  So anyway, one lunchbreak I was driving back home to give DP the carseat, and there's this long stretch of desert road I drive down.  There are almost always cops hanging out trying to catch speeders, since the speed limit is only 35.  Ok well I already know this, I drive it twice a day.  So I'm driving on that road that day, and an oncoming car flashed their lights at me, signaling a cop up ahead.  How thoughtful right?  So I pass by and see the cop, then decide to pay it forward and flash the car coming up on us, so I did.  And he's going pretty fast.  So I'm flashing away furiously, thinking I'm doing my due diligence in saving this guy from a ticket, until we get closer and I see that the car I'm flashing to warn of a cop waiting 5 away off to the side, is in fact, another cop.  I think I crouched down so far in my seat, the car probably looked like it was driving itself.

Saturday, February 15, 2014

P.F. Chang's

When I came home from work yesterday, I had these bad boys waiting for me.  So I totally ate dessert before dinner.


DP and I celebrated Valentine's Day by going to P.F. Chang's.  It was the site of our very first date, exactly 12 years ago, and we've never been back since.  (Well we've been to other ones, just not that specific one.  It was in the Aladdin, which doesn't exist anymore, so I guess technically it's impossible.)  But when Planet Hollywood took over that hotel, they kept the restaurant.

My in-laws had a suite at Alexis Park and they offered to babysit, which was really convenient since PH was just down the street from there.  So we dropped Claire off and it felt great.  I can't remember the last time DP and I had a nice dinner out without the baby.  And even when we do go out without the baby, which isn't often but it's not like we never do that, it's only ever to places with TVs on the walls and paper napkins.

Anyway, so we went to P.F. Chang's and ordered a bunch of appies - the salt and pepper squid, pork dumplings, and crab wontons.  And fried rice.  Then we were full. 

I want to share some pictures of us throughout the years.  I often think about how different our life together is now than it was even 2 years ago.  But in looking at these pictures, I realize how much we've been able to do together, and how much fun we've had.  It's probably weird and braggy, but I don't really care, because if it wasn't for all this, we would have never felt comfortable enough to go through with this marriage and baby thing.  And thank God we did, because at this point in our life, I just can't imagine it any other way.