Ladies: Have you ever felt that your upper arms were a little on the large side?
No worries! Here’s proof that all you really need is a great hair accessory to distract from the situation!
(Oh, if it were only this easy…)
Do not, under any circumstances, leave a two year old alone in a bathroom.
Especially not one with a door that locks.
After 20 minutes of pleading and begging, we finally reconciled ourselves to the fact that Coco was not going to unlock the door herself. This was WAY too funny, with Mummy and Daddy trapped outside.
One Karate kick to the door…
And one pricey trip to Home Depot…
And we have learned a very valuable lesson!
Big sister Coco is a wonderful help, she likes to sing and rock her sister (vigorously) to sleep. We keep a close eye on the situation
Now we just need to figure out how to convince Daisy that night times are for sleeping… her clock is completely backwards.
Any suggestions are welcome!
I will start with pictures, and go from there!
I must begin by apologizing for taking so long to update my blog.
Things have been a little busy, as you can see here. As well, I know that my friends have done a wonderful job picking up my slack and introducing you to my new baby girl. We did have a few complications and spent some extra time in hospital, but are home now and everyone is on the mend.
For those of you who missed the beautiful welcome broadcast by Ryan and Bridget, may I introduce to you the fourth member of our family, the beautiful and beloved Danielle Irene Sloan Sandwith. Named in honour of my Grandmother and a much anticipated arrival, she is known affectionately in our household as “Baby Daisy”. Her big sister declared from the start that Mummy was having a girl and that the baby’s name was Daisy and it has stuck.
I must take a minute to offer profuse thanks to everyone at the Royal Alexandra Hospital.
From the perinatal clinic, to the staff in the ICU, to all of the wonderful ladies in unit 38.
Specifically I want to thank Nicole, Cheryl, Carolyn, Alanna, and all of the other nurses who were so supportive and nurturing. I will not forget your kindnesses.
To Doctors Patel, Paterson, and Mayo: My daughter and I owe you a debt of gratitude we can never begin to repay. Thank you.
Finally, to Dr Chris Hoskins, whom I believe is an angel on this earth. He probably should have given up on me years ago, and didn’t. And now my family is complete. xo
Now that I have figured out how to log in to this blog from home (hey, I have never claimed to be a technological genius!) I will keep posting pictures and updates as our family settles in to our new life.
See you soon!
Well friends, this is it.
After going into labour on the show with my first child, I have decided that I should probably go on mat. leave now and not push my luck.
Before I go, I want to thank all of the viewers who took the time to send in their well-wishes.
It means so much to hear from you, and makes all of the mornings that I dragged my swollen feet and nauseated belly in to work completely worth it!
To everyone here at the station… (yep, I am tearing up again)
You are a truly wonderful group of people and I consider myself beyond fortunate to get to spend my days with you. Thank you for your support, your friendship, and specifically to Ryan, Bridget, Michele and Asha~ your covering for me when I have been in the grip of morning sickness or a contraction while on-air
I count my blessings every day, and here are some of the people I count among them.
I will introduce you to the new babe once the little one arrives, and I will see you again before you know it!
I am avoiding pregnancy bedrest by spending a LOT of time just sitting still and cruising the internet.
Here is where I found the “drunken yoga” pictures that I will be telling you about on Friday’s show.
I confess this at my own peril, because all I am doing is giving Ryan ammunition that I really don’t want him to have. I am always harassing him about eating expired yogurt and keeping meat in the fridge for weeks past when I believe it should be consumed.
Apparently his belief in the preservation of foodstuffs has rubbed off on me, because I have just been guilty of it myself. There was a hunk of blue cheese in the back of my fridge for I don’t know how long. All I know is that all of a sudden the paper it was wrapped in could no longer contain it’s putrid smell. I swear it went from completely odourless to absolutely foul overnight. Even after I threw it out, the smell remained. It was so bad that I couldn’t eat the grapes that were in the crisper because even they tasted to me like mouldy cheese.
I had read that an open box of baking soda will absorb foul smells, so I gave it a shot.
It didn’t work.
I was now desperate. Not only could I not bear to eat anything out of the fridge, I couldn’t even watch my family do it without imagining that I was being bathed in the scent of Gorgonzola. The pregnant stomach is not a strong one at the best of times, and this was putting me over the edge.
So where do you go when you don’t know what to do?
You call your mother.
Then, if she has the nerve to have a life of her own and not be sitting by the phone just waiting for the moment when you might need her (like mine) you go to the next best place.
That is where I discovered an awesome site. It is called HowCast and you can find it here.
It has video and instruction on How To Do Almost Anything… including get the smell out of a fridge.
From How To Jump Start Your Car, to How To Make Someone Fall In Love With You, it is my new favourite resource. Check it out!
(Incidentally, if baking soda doesn’t remove refrigerator odour, wipe down the shelves with a solution of 2 parts white vinegar to one part water, then wipe dry. A slight vinegar scent may linger for a day or so, but will then dissipate).
And Ryan… before you get started…the difference between me and you is that I THREW THE CHEESE OUT. You would have made fondue.