Friday, April 11, 2014

Seven Quick Takes vol. 85

It's Friday, SQT-day, so visit Jen and the great posts over there!


It appears my baby has weaned herself. I don't know how the stars aligned but she just wasn't that into me for a couple days at various times, then just stopped. I have a love/hate relationship with breastfeeding, don't even get me started down that rabbit hole, but I'm happy she nursed until a year and I didn't loose my mind. I'm also not torn up about about her stopping either...yet...give me a couple weeks and some hormonal perfect storm will brew and I'll be in tears, because it's mandatory isn't it? I'm still completely unused to the idea of being able to be baby-free for more than three hours! What the what?! 


It's been blissfully spring-like this week. There are lakes of water in the fields all around our house, the kids have been in gum-boot, puddle-splashing heaven and I can smell spring. The cows have been tramping around on the actual ground as the snow glaciers have mostly melted. I even heard some meadow larks this week which has to be the first bird back and it sounds lovely. We may have snow this weekend, which makes me a bit frustrated that I washed EVERY piece of winter clothing for SEVEN people this if it does snow everyone will be going outdoors in sweatshirts and nothing waterproof. And I've stashed the mittens and toques under lock and key which are not to be touched until at least October. 


I'm in the midst of Children's Clothing Turnover. It feels like ridiculous amounts of laundry. I feel lame complaining about laundry again, but it is a bit out of control. Here in Canada we wear winter clothing, boots, winter jackets etc for six months but then BAM! its spring and you have to instantly completely change wardrobes. Or at least that's how I function which is probably equal parts misguided/anal. I've also been buying too much kids spring/summer clothes and now I'm making lists on my phone and officially cutting out kids clothing shopping. 


I don't know if it's the spring weather, the mountains of laundry, Nora's teething and waking up fifty five times the last couple nights, or the kid's endless fighting this week(someone tell me if I'm ruining my children because they're even fighting over imaginary things or things completely hypothetical and thus, a new level of driving mom crazy), but as soon as they're in bed if I sit down on the couch for "a minute" and then-- Bang!-- I'm a total write-off for the rest of the night. Completely knackered. Just watching Call the Midwife or Mad Men till I roll into bed at the late hour of 10 pm. 


It's my beloved husband's 30th birthday tomorrow!
30 should feel old right? I mean, 30 year olds should have their shit together and be adult all the time.  I don't think either of us feel that way, because having small children creates a humbling effect which questions your confidence and sanity on a daily basis, but we have built a life together, brought 5 beautiful children into the world, and enjoy our home together. I feel like these are really important accomplishments for anyone, and especially at 30.
I'm also grateful for his good job, and that he enjoys his career and takes such great care of us in every other way too. I'm overflowing with happiness that we've shared over seven years together and that I love him more now than I did when we got married.

We also danced to Rose of My Heart by Johnny Cash for our wedding dance. Because we're awesome. It was not for any deliriously romantic reasons (Katrina always wins for most romantic in my book), other than it was a beautiful song that we both liked and we wanted something timeless so we wouldn't be embarrassed of our 20 year old selves down the line. At least not for our wedding song! It's really a touching song and Johnny Cash is timeless and we try and listen to it every anniversary and then I'll cry a little. (You're welcome Grace, and everyone else for this romantic interlude.)

Ok, enough gushing.


My Boston BFF Ellen from McSisters nominated me for the Liebster, and I'm the worst at these things but here's a quick shakedown for you:

Where is the farthest you have ever traveled? I haven't gone enough places. So the answer is Rome. Which isn't bad, really great actually. But I'll also admit for extra bonus points I've never entered Saskatchewan and it's a mere two hours east of me. But I've made it such a long time with this record I kinda wanna keep it alive. I have been east of here...I've just flown over all the flat Canada in between!
Have you ever won anything? If so, what did you win? I can't think of anything big I may have won. Nothing. I've won a couple of blog giveaways because I have entered thousands. May the odds be ever in my favour. 
Who is your favorite saint and why? I don't think I can say I have one favourite saint. I've loved St. Catherine of Siena for awhile, I like that she told Popes what to do. She's my bossy saint friend. I also really like Catherine Doherty because I'm attracted to her spirituality a lot, but she's only Venerable as of right now. And G.K. Chesterton and JPII. 
What is the most dominant color in your wardrobe? I've got a lot of pinks/corals, but really I just have a lot of colour and lots of colours. 
What has made you crack a smile today? Gemma asking how she could get God to put another baby in my tummy.

And that's all I've got because I'm stuck for questions.


Just a couple quick things:

I think I'm going to attempt some kind of Mad Men recap starting next week. I'll probably post Tuesdays because I'll need as much time as possible to absorb the depth and complexities a bit. Also, then you can try and illegally watch the episode Monday if you've got a social life Sunday evenings.

I'm also going to have part two of a little series on reading when you're a mom, The Bookish Mum, sometime next week, the first post was here if you missed it.

Today is the Feast of St. Gemma Galgani, so someone around here gets to have her fill of specialness that comes from her name day, but it won't involve bacon unfortunately.

And just a note to any of you who follow blogs via Facebook; if you're not liking specific posts often then there is a good chance you're not seeing the majority of what that blog posts. So with that in mind as your good deed of the day try "liking" more from the blogs you enjoy, it helps both our blogs and you by giving you much better things to read in your newsfeed everyday.

And that's it. Have a Palm filled weekend!

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  1. I remember you won some Grace Patton giveaway back in the day and I was so jealous... I have no luck with those! SK dropped nursing pretty abruptly at one year too. I was amazed at how easily she dropped it after a whole painful, exhausting year of being at her beck and call. But more than that, I was amazed by how emotional I was about it considering I'd spent the whole year fantasizing about having my body back to myself. And this is why men call us crazy!

    1. Unceremoniously! That's the word I was looking for to describe how SK dropped nursing. Sheesh, is that even a word?

  2. Love your 'first dance' story! Happy Birthday to your husband!

  3. Nora! Way to go! I have kind of a love-hate relationship too... Love how much easier it makes things, hate how CLINGY CLINGY CLINGY the babies are all the time because they never want to stop nursing... We're at a better stage now but I wouldn't be even a little bit torn up about it if they decided to wean!

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    1. But actually...I'm not sure. Nora might be the best.

  5. We chose ours just the way you did!!

    And Gemma's question is just the sweetest. Hint, hint, Mom.


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