Days 3 to 10 – Poinsettia

I am going to cheat. Why? Because I can. Ok ok not really. Little one has not only been teething but sick with a head cold. It has not been an easyElmo-elmo-elmo past few days. Now to make things better – I have come down with what she had. Fun! Not! And my period started at the same time. I am not a happy mommy at the moment to say the least! As much as I hate the television as a babysitter; my lifesaver today was tossing in an Elmo movie my mother passed on from my niece to Ashlynn. So far she is hooked. Thank you little red furry muppet for being my life saver.

Now speaking of the colour red…other than Santa’s suit and Rudolph’s nose…the colour red makes me think of the poinsettia flowers that are in abundance at Christmas. Whether they be fake or real, their vibrant red petals just tell me it is getting closer and closer to Christmas!

Through some research I found out that the poinsettia is native to Mexico and Central America. Thanks to a diplomat bringing it back to the United States in 1825; we now associate the poinsettia with Christmas! And contrary to popular belief it is not highly toxic. It rather contains latex, which can be mildly toxic but not enough to kill, can be more harmful to those who are sensitive to latex. But it is still not recommended to eat the plant as it can cause vomiting and explosive shits, I mean, diarrhea.

Now back to curling up on the couch, watching Elmo and drinking my ginger ale. Fuck I hate being sick.

Day Two – Snowmen

Ahh yes the joys of winter. Snow forts, snow ball fights, snow angels, tobogganing, and making snowmen. I think nothing says winter quite like a snowman. Freezing your damn hands off to build a somewhat replica of a big, fat, humanoid looking being. With a carrot for a nose – if you go the traditional route. I am hoping we get a decent snow fall so as to take Ashlynn and Steve outside and build a snowman with them. She may be too young to understand what is going on, but later on she will! And I cannot wait!

Until then….why not some cute snowmen pictures?

Happy go lucky snowman

Happy go lucky snowman

Rock n Roll Snowman - just my kind of snowman!
Rock n Roll Snowman – just my kind of snowman!

Happy go lucky snowman
Happy go lucky snowman

And to leave you on a happy note (and maybe get Christmas carols stuck in your head…)

Frosty the Snowman, was a jolly happy soul,
With a corn cob pipe and a button nose, and two eyes made of coal.

Frosty the Snowman, is a fairytale, they say.
He was made of snow, but the children know he came to life one day.

There must have been some magic in that old silk hat they found,

For when they placed it on his head, he began to dance around!

Oh, Frosty, the Snowman, was alive as he could be;
and the children say he could laugh and play,
just the same as you and me.

Thumpety thump, thump, thumpety thump, thump,
look at Frosty go.

Thumpety thump, thump, thumpety thump, thump,
over the hills of snow.

Frosty the Snowman, knew the sun was hot that day,
so he said, “Let’s run, and we’ll have some fun now, before I melt away.”

Down to the village, with a broomstick in his hand,
Running here and there, all around the square,
sayin’, “Catch me if you can.”

He led them down the streets of town, right to the traffic cop;

and only paused a moment, when he heard him holler, “Stop!”

For Frosty, the Snowman, had to hurry on his way,
But he waved goodbye, sayin’ “Don’t cry, I’ll be back again some day.”

Day One – The Christmas Tree

What better way to start the month of December as well as counting down to Christmas via an advent calendar blog than with a Christmas Tree? Whether it be a Charlie Brown Christmas tree, a fake Christmas tree, or a real one; nothing quite says Christmas like a tree. I never got to know the

Charlie Brown Christmas Tree

Charlie Brown Christmas Tree

fake-christmas-tree

Pretty purple fake Christmas Tree

joys of a real Christmas tree until my husband and I moved in together (before we got married). My father is highly allergic to real trees so every year we had a fake tree. I love the smell of a real tree and I could not even think of having a fake one in my home now. Well I could when I think about the pine

needles that seem to spread throughout the home and are found even months after the tree is long gone. For those that already have their trees up and decorated, I envy you. Sort of. I still have no clue where we would put our tree once we brought it into our apartment. We are still in the middle of unpacking since our move this fall.

The Christmas tree has come to be a symbol of Christmas. It is the centerpiece of the home to say that the holiday season is upon us. It is usually the first thing to be put up in many homes before decorating the rest of the home for Christmas. But did you know that the tree is not strictly a Christmas symbol? Or at least, at one point, wasn’t.

The Christmas tree has its roots in the pre-Christian peoples of various countries around the world. Egypt, Rome, Ireland, and Norway to name

Real Christmas Tree

Real Christmas Tree

a few. The winter season was a barren one. Devoid of growth. Cold. And in the northern parts of Europe, full of snow and ice. To many pre-Christian peoples their Sun God was weak and/or sick. The winter nights were long and thought to be wrought full of evil spirits. What else could bring such snow, ice and cold other than evil spirits? The Germanic and Druidic peoples would look to the plants that stayed green all winter long for protection. This ranged from holly, mistletoe and evergreen trees. By celebrating the Winter Solstice, having various evergreen plants brought into the home; it would remind these people of the bounty that spring and summer would bring. Plus, it would help keep the homes smelling nice when it was impossible to air them out in the cold winter months.

Now fast-forward to when Christianity became a predominant religion. Many of the so-called Pagan symbols had their meanings altered so as to convert more people to Christianity. Christmas trees prevailed among the Germanic people and disappeared among the rest of Europe. Along came Martin Luther (of the Protestant Reformation) and according to many sites I read this morning, he saw stars in the night sky and decided to add candles to his Christmas tree at home for his children. In Germany they would hang apples and other edible treats instead of the ornaments that we now know today.

It was only with Queen Victoria with her husband Prince Albert that the Christmas tree became a wide-spread symbol for Christmas. What was popular at court became popular among pretty much…everyone. With the discovery of electricity soon the candles were replaced by electric lights. Edible treats became replaced with ornaments. And there you have it, a Christmas tree as we know it today!

The Adventures of Going to the ER

So last night after dinner, Steve finally decided his ankle was not getting any better (more like getting worse and the other ankle was getting bad as well) and off to the ER we went. I was prepared for a loooong night at the ER. Where we used to live, a standard waiting time at the ER if you were lucky was at least twelve hours. Twenty-four if you were not. Suffice to say, I was amazed and impressed with the efficiency of the ER in our new town (it is not big enough to say city). Three hours later and we were back home! YAY! At least this ER had comfortable chairs…when we were not up and about running after Ashlynn.

Yesterday, while at home, she was an unholy terror. I am not sure if it is because she is teething or what. But fuck. Little monster on two feet let me tell you! The minute we got to the ER, completely whole different personality! Bubbly, happy, and out-going. Wait a minute. Out-going? Wanting to make friends? What happened to my little girl that goes all freak-out, melt-down stranger danger in the stores and out on the street? Or is it because the nurses were willing to cater to your every whim and desire? Including the wonderful nurse who got you juice and cookies. Little sneaky bugger. I knew kids were sneaky! Now I have proof!

So after blood work, two x-rays, urine sample and being poked and prodded we will know the results in about 8 days for one of the blood tests. The other blood test came back negative for uric acid, so that means no gout. YAY! Bad news is though he might have rheumatoid arthritis or some other inflammatory disease. Well this will make life more interesting. Best thing we can do is keep a positive outlook and make the best of things. Sometime this week he will get to go see a specialist and there he will probably get poked and prodded some more. Now he knows how I felt when I was pregnant. At least he has it lucky when having to give a urine sample; just aim for the cup and go. Unlike us women, especially when pregnant, I used to joke around that I should become a carnival side-show act because of it. Step right up! Come and see the Pregnant Contortionist!

The Season is Upon Us

Tomorrow is December 1st. For some, the Christmas season has already started. Personally, it isn’t ‘Christmas season’ until tomorrow officially. I will admit that I have started decorating for Christmas. We have our Santa Clause “Ho Ho Ho” wreath up on our balcony door, a little penguin 38944with a bell door knob hanger hanging from the front door, and upon our dining room table is a cute little penguin whose belly lights up and changes colours. I was cheap when buying these things though. The Dollar Store is definitely my friend! The biggest splurge for a Christmas decoration is our dancing/singing penguin from The Home Depot. When I first saw him, I fell in love. He does not sing a traditional Christmas carol. Oh no no. To the tune of Jingle Bells he sings about Christmas candy and being on a sugar rush. What is there not to love about that? Oh and can you tell I absolutely love penguins? Other than cats (of all sorts) and wolves; penguins are another of my favourite animal. And to be honest, I have yet to find any cat themed decorations for the house for Christmas. Halloween, yes. Christmas, no. If I had a glue gun and perhaps was a little craftier I would do so. Maybe one of these days.

Ashlynn seems more interested in Christmas this year than last. Although she still does not seem too sure about it. She does not understand the hooplah of the season. Nor will she remember anything bought in front of her for her gifts. Next year, on the other hand, is a completely different story.

I am hoping that next year she will help me out in the kitchen with baking. I remember baking cookies with my grandmother for Christmas. Hell, pretty much all year round. Whenever I visited Nanny, cookies were to be made! What fun! Plus next year I can find crafts for her to do. And as the years go by the crafts can get more complicated! What fun! I actually cannot wait! Poor Steve won’t know what hit him in the years to follow mwahahaha. He will come home from work to an arts and crafts zone. And this is what happens when you marry someone who loves to craft although no promises of being all that great at it.

For those that really know me; know that I do not follow the Christian religion. It just isn’t me. Despite this I have been trying to get more and more into the season for the little one. And so to help myself get into the season I was thinking of making an advent calendar via my blog starting tomorrow! This should prove interesting! I am hoping that those who read this (and follow or what not) will leave comments. Oh and if I am slacking to prod me in the right direction to do a blog post of my advent calendar. I cannot promise that it will follow traditional symbolism of Christmas but it is worth a shot! If you are offended by Pagan/Wiccan symbolism, be warned, there might be some coming up in the following days as the Winter Solstice is fast approaching as well.

Dipping Sauces

So it seems over night our little girl has grown into a ‘big girl’. Where has the time gone? Seriously. Fourteen months have passed by far too quickly. Next thing I know she will be going to school. Ugh. I definitely do not want to think about that just yet. No thank you.

Tonight we had finger foods for dinner. Chicken nuggets and french fries. Oh and dipping sauces for the nuggets. Little missy saw us dipping our chicken nuggets and refused to eat hers. It was only until she started pointing to the dipping sauces that we figured out what she wanted. She wanted to dip too! It was messy…but she did it! She had her own little container with honey mustard and carefully dipped her chicken inside (multiple times mind you). Then she checked her chicken to make sure it had enough sauce on it before promptly popping it into her mouth. Baby girl you do me proud. She even wiped her own hands and face with a napkin (well sort of). She had to have help cleaning the rest up.

It felt good to relax at the dinner table after a crazy afternoon. We decided to go out shopping as she needed boots and a new snow suit. I do not understand, as a Canadian, the purpose of Black Friday. Oh, and thank you for bringing it up here so that the government can ‘boost’ the economy by keeping Canadian shoppers here /sarcasm. It was god damn mayhem. Makes me glad we did not go out in the morning as I am sure it would have been worse. One snow suit, one pair of boots and a few other miscellaneous items later I was glad to be away from other humans. Seriously. I like being around people but there are times I feel very anti-social. Today was one of them. Thank you commercialism and consumerism for another day I do not look forward to in the year. The other one is Boxing Day. Boxing Day up here in Canada is pretty much like Black Friday in the States. Insanity. Mayhem. Chaos. Crowds. Fighting over merchandise. And low prices. Joy! Makes me want to puke.

A Case of the Crankies

Teething sucks. Period. End of discussion. Well…it does with Ashlynn. She is cranky, fussy and just irritable when teething. I am finding it worse with the pre-molars coming in than it was with her front teeth. Fuckin’ shoot me now. Please. Tylenol is our friend as is Anbesol. But they can only do so much.

I, too, have the case of the crankies. Or as Steve calls them ‘the bitchies’. Yes, I am bitchy. I’ve been dealing with a fussy toddler, trying to clean house, dealing with insane cats and in pain. Wouldn’t you be bitchy too?

I really wish there was a way to make Ashlynn feel better without having to go the route of medication. Hell, I wish that she didn’t have teething pain. I am glad she cannot understand all of what we say yet because I would have to tell her that pain in life only gets worse. Period cramps – need I say more? I do not know about the pain of child birthing as I had a c-section but that is probably the worst thing she will have to go through if she decides to have children. I can only hope it will be easy on her.

In the meantime, I am going to go gorge on some chocolate in a bubble bath and try to ignore her case of the crankies and cure my case of the bitchies.