Check in and catch up...

I'm on mat leave with the latest addition to the Matheson clan, Sadie, so I'm gonna try my hand at blogging again. Here they are! Sadie has just been learning to sit on her own. 

I can stand.

Yesterday Owen stood on his own for about two seconds. It happened by accident when he was examining some drink coasters at the coffee table. He had one, then two, in this hands and then couldn't hold on.

Today we were at Grandma's for Thanksgiving and he stood for about 30 seconds shaking a rattle.

Look out.


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It's been a while

No, this is not a Nickleback song, but it has been a long time since I posted. I thought that our exile in Bridgeland would afford lots of opportunities to post, but it turns out that life got in the way. I will therefore attempt to recap.

Owen's birthday kept going and going. He had cake two separate times and loved each and every bite. I thought there'd be more mess. However, I guess when he's really motivated, most of the food makes it in the mouth.

He got lots of presents from lots of great friends and family. He's already enjoying many of them and will continue to enjoy many for years to come.



Trying to balance work and family has been difficult. I have brought way more work home, and actually done some of it. I am glad to be back at work though. Not to say that I didn't enjoy my year off with Owen, but I do love my work. I remember a colleague telling me that having kids would change the kind of teacher I was. They were right. I feel like I can empathize with my students more. Not that I didn't care before. It just feels different.

We finally made it to the end of our renting lives and after it all it wasn't too bad. What a dump that place was though. It was cleaner when we left it than it was when we arrived.

It was a bit shocking to see how much stuff we have. We are no where near unpacked. It's hard with Owen. We've bought lots of baby gates. He is a maniac. Despite having a million toys, all he wants to play with are the stairs, the cupboards, and whatever else will be dangerous. Maya's food is now officially on the counter. I will say that he is pretty good at getting up stairs. Also, he's not too bad a getting down, but he needs to be reminded to turn around. Otherwise he tries to do the skeleton down the stairs.

Nevertheless, we are home and loving it. Now time to start renovations.

Happy Birthday

One year ago, on August 20, Owen was born. A year later, we are living in a crappy apartment, counting down the days until we move into our new (to us) home. Even still, we had a little party to celebrate Owen's first birthday. There is a party planned, but with all the craziness we have planned it next weekend.

Kris went all out, buying a banner, candles and a party hat for the birthday boy. Of course there was cake. Owen loved it. See for yourself

44 sleeps

My feet are killing me! I haven't worn heels (other than the occasional dinner date or Symphony event) for more than a couple of hours since about 12 weeks pregnant. I'm still not sure if my feet have changed size... they say that can happen when you get pregnant. What I do know is that they are swollen now. And, I have blisters too. I have only brought 3 pairs of dress shoes to the apartment, all of them heels of some sort. I may have to go on a shopping expedition.

My birthday is tomorrow. What a crazy year! Last year on my birthday, my water broke in the front of an Indian Take-out resturaunt. Now, a year later, we have become renters... I have never rented before in my life. Well, except for the summer I spent in Medicine Hat studying rattlesnakes. But that doesn't really count because everything was arranged by my job. I pseudo-lived on my own. It is wierd.

Kris printed out a bunch of pages with numbers from 46 to 1. We are crossing off the days. Still not sure what we're gonna do about the soft matress. I looked again on kijiji. No deals better than buying new from Ikea.

Owen has started really 4-point crawling. Kavin, one of the dayhome kids noticed it today. According to him, Owen made about 2 or 3 left-right's. Tonight, he went maybe 6 or 7. Look out tomorrow!

Tomorrow is the first real day of classes. 5 full classes with 30-ish kids a piece. I hope I'm ready.

45 sleeps

I always thought that the function of a box-spring was to make the bed "normal height". I now know that to be incorrect. We have moved our mattress to the apartment and put it on the floor and it is now way softer than it used to be. So much so that Kris went to the chiropractor today and I have woken up the last two mornings with my left arm so numb that it actually doesn't move properly for a few minutes. I haven't slept well for this reason, among others. I woke up this morning exhausted.

Going back to work hasn't been a piece of cake either. A lot is the same; except that I now have to remember how things went 2 years ago, rather than one. It's starting to come back to me but slowly.

In all of it I'm just so glad I don't have to worry about Owen. Today when I picked him up she gave me a loaf of grain bread that she whipped up today. It was delicious.

46 days and counting...

We spent the better part of this weekend moving the bare essentials of our daily existence into the crappiest apartment in Bridgeland. It is awful. It wasn't very clean, although they said it would be, and it isn't furnished, although the original ad said it could be. But its cheap. Before moving I thought it would be like college living meets being stranded in Europe, but its kinda worse. Poor Owen doesn't know what to do. He is having a really hard time adjusting to sleeping in his playpen. Both last night and tonight he's taken about a half an hour to decide to lay down. Last night Kris just laid down beside him and waited for him to fall asleep. Tonight, I laid there and watched him stand at the edge of the playpen, rubbing his eyes in exhaustion. He fell down and picked himself up about 10 times before he was too tired and uncoordinated to get up again. At that point I left and he fell asleep.

We are here for 46 more sleeps. I can't wait. This place blows.


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