New house Happy baby

On a regular Wednesday I came home from work to an anxious pacing husband. My initial thought was "what did I do"...lol. So I ask him (still in my coat and boots) "how was your day?" His response in a sketchy tone let me add "interesting!" He then passes me his iPad with house pictures on it... Not our house. Very confused I look up at him for some kind of clue and just see anxiety. So I ask what I'm looking at and Ryan responds with "what do you think of the house?" This very confusing situation played out for a bit. Keep in mind previous to that Wednesday we'd never seriously talked about moving. We'd both thought of it, as we had seriously outgrown our old house...Knox kinda took over our little house.

Living room/playroom/dinning room
 in the old house

The very next day I had a appointment in Ottawa with Knox, on our way home Ryan told me to swing by our house and pick him up to go see the house from the iPad lol. Well we fell in love with the character, warmth and possibilities of the house... oh yes and our adorably excited and happy baby running around the spacious house clapping and giggling. I think it is safe to say that we were instantly sold on the house... because that Saturday we started to move in.

Now almost three weeks later we are almost all moved in. Knox still runs around smiling from ear to ear, excited by all his new found space and freedom. Hes since learned how to climb stairs and now everything else. He loves finding new corners or spaces and playing peekaboo.

Part of Knox play area in the New House.
Now doesn't he look happy?

We are over the moon with our new house and super happy baby, even Bailey has a ton more space (our lab/retriever ). A new year and a new house... We cannot wait to see what else our fabulous 2014 will bring!

Lotsa Love
Natasha

The very next day I had a doctors appointment in Ottawa for Knox and as we were coming home Ryan told me to swing by and pick him up to go look at the house. Well we all fell in love with the space, character, possibilities and the very happy baby running around giggling throughout the house. I think it's safe to say we were instantly sold on it because that Saturday we moved in. Almost 3 weeks later we are still working on both places but feeling completely at home and loving watching our little guy happily run around with all his new space! New year...new house. What else will 2014 bring us? Can't wait to see! 

Parenting is comical

After a ridiculously long hiatus from writing on my blog I was at a point trying to decide whether it was something I was going to commit to or give up. The same day I decide to commit to write on my blog twice a week my lovely sister in law Charly sends me this hilarious story about her day. And I thought... What better way to start back up my blog??!?! Hilarious embarrassing parenting story... Check! 

Enjoy!

Parenting story of the day: Decided to give H tons of bath toys tonight so she could have a super bath time experience and also to keep her amused because I had I in the bathroom with me and these days he's a little unpredictable. I set I up in his whale tub with a blanket figuring it would make a good seat for him while H bathed. I grabbed everything I needed Jammie's, diapers, wipes for both kids and thought to myself this is easy I can do this, 2 kids no problem! H was playing for awhile and I was starting to fuss so I started nursing while H played in the bath. Not ideal time to nurse but kinda good because she couldn't go anywhere. Then I see H releasing little fart air bubbles into the bath. I had just said to her moments before that her belly looked pretty full so I figured she was gassy. We discussed her tooting for a minute as she repeated the word tooting to me and giggled as though she just discovered that farting especially farting in the tub was now funny. I reminded her not to poop in the tub and then quicker than I could have anticipated H got into a squatting position and loads of little poop cannons shot their way into her clean bath water. Totally unprepared to do anything but watch it happen because I was cozily nursing in my arms. H stood up said she was done and then quickly wanted to depart her now poop filled tub. I abruptly ended I's feeding and told him sorry buddy gotta take care of this (thankfully i sensed he knew something was up because he just looked at me bright eyed and sweet with a no problem Mommy I'll wait look) so I grabbed H and told her to go grab a book while I played a game of dodging poop cannons and fishing out all of H's gazillion toys. 

I successfully fished out her toys and hit the plug dreading the next step because I'd actually have to manage the poop. I looked over at H and she was super content looking at a book and I stared at me dreamily happy with his semi-milk coma. 

I drew my attention to the draining tub and started catching the poop cannons with a cup. I did a quick check back at H and I and that's when I saw H squatting again with a book on the floor in front of her with a puddle growing by the second. My mistake entirely, I should have known better than to leave her free without a diaper but I was a little distracted by the state of my bathtub. I grabbed a towel threw it under her, chucked her book away from the quickly approaching pee puddle and gave her bottom half a good wipe down with a wipe since putting her back in the tub wasn't an option at the moment. Put her diaper on, washed the floor and we were back to the poop business. The tub had entirely drained so my only option was to physically touch the poop cannons. I'd be lying if I didn't say it made my stomach turn a bit each time I held a nugget in my hand (with toilet paper) to transfer it to the toilet. 

I sprayed down the tub once they'd all been retrieved and brought to their proper home- the toilet! Order restored! I got H dressed, hair brushed. Awe crisis averted. I had H play while I dressed I in his Jammie's. Then I sat down to start feeding I starting to relax and then he vomited on me. I guess I should have burped him before abruptly putting him down. I feel so sexy right now :)

Moral of the story: Parenting is comical. 

Lol yes it is Charly

Lotsa love,
Natasha