9 hours until madonna!

I said I was going to blog the countdown.

FYI

I am not feeling better. I feel nausea every time I eat, which sucks because I love to eat and am supposed to go out for dinner with my girlfriends before the concert.
I battled the boy from 3:45 am until 5:oopm. Apparently he could only sleep on top of me while strangling my neck and grabbing my hair.
I have that weird feeling of my body being tired while my brain is wide awake.
Nothing a few vodka martini's wont' cure :)

MADONNA, MADONNA YEAh!

Less than 24 hours till madonna. yes i will be posting my countdown. I am so excited! Holiday, Like a Virgin. Madonna Madonna.

I may have to kill the boy

or at least seriously maim him. I really don't know what else would be appropriate punishment. The crime? It is just over 24 hours before I am supposed to go see Madonna LIVE in Concert! Ask me how I feel. I was feeling great this morning, super duper excited. But now I am tired and I have a sore throat. I will go to the concert come hell or high water, but that fact that I may be drugged up on medication as opposed to vodka has me slightly annoyed. Just. Slightly. I am finished marking for a few weeks, so tonight I am going to sit on my ass doing nothing before going to bed early. I will not be sick. If I say it enough it will be true.

Oh and I"M GOING TO MADONNA!!!!!!!

Meme time

It Sunday Night and I really would like to write a thoughtful blog on all of the million themes going through my mind. I have literally written about 7 posts in my head just as I'm falling asleep, on my way to work, on my way home, while I'm cooking, even in the shower. But what do I do when I finally get a chance to blog, I bitch about the mister using my towel! Haha.
Now that I once again have a chance to blog, instead of writing those amazing posts, I'm going to do that random meme that has been going around. Its not my fault really, I have midterms to mark combined with a sick boy - my brain is working on reserve power.
I was tagged by Amanda, and will attempt to tag someone that has not yet been tagged, as well as trying to move beyond the sciencey blogs that I usually read. You should all know that rules but if you don't:

The Rules

1. Link to the person who tagged you. -
   
2. Post the rules on your blog.
3. Write 6 random things about yourself.
4. Tag 6 people at the end of your post and link to them.
5. Let each person you have tagged know by leaving a comment on their blog.
6. Let the tagger know when your entry has posted.

I grew up wanting to be a housewife. I know funny because I could never be a housewife. I would go bat shit crazy, and am way to stubborn and independent to be a happy housewife. But for a long time, I thought I would be happy staying home and having babies. It makes me laugh thinking about. I don't think Mr.SM even knows that. He'll have a chuckle tonight :)

I have perfect vision in my right eye but my left eye has astigmatism and poor peripheral vision. As you can imagine this makes staring down a stereoscope very painful. Yes I know I can use my glasses while looking down a scope but I have yet to adapt to that.

I sometimes wonder what life would like be if. As in what if I never met Mr.SM, if I went away to prestigous university for my undergrad, if if if..

My best friend died at the beginning of my second year in university. I have always been happy I stayed home and had that extra year with him.

I still reach for the phone to call my him when good or bad things happen. When I met Mr.SM, found out I was pregnant, gave birth, grandfather died etc.

I have no living grandparents. Just grandparents -in-law.

Who to tag? Who to tag? I tag: Am I a woman scientist?, PhizzleDizzle, ScienceMama, Mel@onein36million, R.E.S.EA.R.C.H.E.R.S and last but not least lets see if sciencewoman will play!

Its MY Towel.

Why do men smell like ass??? Or is it just my husband? I'm pretty sure its not, because I distinctly remember reading about this issue on another blog. What issue? The smelly towel after you've showered issue. I can re-use the same towel for a few showers. My husband can not. I am now extremely irritated because I just finished taking a shower and now I smell like ass from drying off my body with my towel (I just took it out last night, it was fresh!). Mr.SM used my towel this morning after his run and now it STINKS, which I didn't realize until after I tried off. I don't get it. He took a shower, used soap but his towel stinks after ONE use. Now either I take another shower now, or one in the morning.

URGH... must go put monkey to sleep. the mister tried but I guess the boy still needs his mama. Yeah!!

PS. He fell asleep in my arms last night, after two nights of not. YEAH!

Growing up is hard to do

I knew it would happen eventually, its why I was not worried about it or trying to fix the "issue". I just didn't think it would happen so soon. Its also probably not a permanent, instantaneous change, but its the beginning of the transition. Last night the monkey did not want to fall asleep on lying with me on the couch, like he has for the last 21 months. He finished his milk and very clearly said, nigh nigh before he struggled to get away from me saying NO! AWAY! as he pushed against my chest. Normally he finishes his milk, turns around to face me and snuggles into my chest, slowly falling asleep as I play with his hair and tap his back.

Sigh,

He let me hold him for about 10 minutes before he started saying nigh nigh again. I picked him up and took him to his crib, where he happily pulled his covers over himself and snuggled down to sleep. Not knowing if he wanted me there or not, I left the room. He called me back. Apparently I am allowed to sit next to the crib but not hold him. He probably will be back to "normal" tonight, but I think this is the beginning of the end for our snuggles. He's always been a very independent boy and he will fight for every bit of independence as soon as he can get it. And I will give it to him, along with a piece of my heart.

Yeah, I GOT bragging rights!

Thats right, I was awarded Bragging Rights from Cath. I'm sharing them with Dr.J over at R.E.S.E.A.C.H.E.R.S, who was commenting about those smug tories.
Like any true hockey fan that lives outside of Toronto, I despise the Toronto Maple Leafs. The only way I would ever ever cheer for them, is if they were the only Canadian team left in the playoffs. Even that would be hard. But just so y'all know, I wasn't hating on Chall for loving the leafs. I can't blame someone for loving the leafs anymore than I could hate on someone for being a conservative. I don't necessarily get you for choosing to be conservative, but I wouldn't hate you. It was that she slammed my beloved Detroit Red Wings. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE LOVE LOVE don't ever jump off the bandwagon no matter how much they annoy the crap out me LOVE my home team. I just also LOVE Brendon Shanahan and Steve Y.
Apparently her dig at the wings was a misunderstanding, and I think we're friend now. Or am I wrong Chall?

Addenum

Never go shopping for a new pair jeans when you are feeling bloated and therefore fat. And what is up with jeans no longer being <$100.00????!!!! For those of you that have figured out where I live, can you tell me where I can find a nice pair of jeans. Something that will fit like my Joe Jeans or my PepeLondon but will not cost me the same amount. I think the problem is that once you go designer you can't go back. The jeans I have fit so amazing, feel great and make my ass look AWESOM plus they do last 4+ years. Which is the problem. I want to have another kid in the future (under 4 years) and do not want to worry about having to lose weight or having to fit back into jeans. Though it could be motivation. Advice?

Hear me roar

Despite that fact that is a beautiful fall day outside, I am grumpy as hell. The list:

• I am currently getting ready to bend over because the conservatives won a stronger minority.
  
• Seriously what the fuck is wrong with 41% of Canadians that couldn't get there arses out to vote
• How the fuck does someone with NO vision get an increase in the vote. Seriously, he had NO vision for the country. If the conservatives had a vision and I disagreed with it, I could deal with the fact that they won. BUT they had NO vision. How did you vote for them???
• I understand why one would vote for the other parties, I don't necessarily agree with the vision of the other parties but at least they have a vision and some policy that I can critique and understand. NO vision people NO vision
• My favourite pair of jeans have ripped and I can not afford to replace them
• I am bloated and feeling fat.
• FUCKIN conservatives.
• It was my wedding anniversary on Monday and we did not go out to dinner. We had reservations to a nice restaurant AND a babysitter, but when the time came the mister did not want to go. I wish I could yell at him or be mad at him, but really if I had been outside for 5 hours in the 10 degree Celsius non-stop rain, fixing the carport roof so water was not pouring down on his car (he was fixing the side where my car is parked), I think I would just want pizza and beer too.

communicating vs talking

The monkey is 21 months and doesn't talk. He has some words: No, mommy, mama, daddy, nigh nigh, bye bye, see you along with about 4-5 punjabi words. He is able to communicate what he needs through a variety of hand gestures, grunts and words. We actually can communicate quite well with each other and he understand when I ask him to put things places, go get his dad, go say night night to his dad etc. But he does not talk. He can't tell me how is day was or speak in sentences. Which I know is not a big deal yet. I'm not worried in one sense because there really is no point in worrying about something I can not change. He will speak when he is ready. On the other hand, I worry that something else might be going on. Should I get him checked? Isn't early intervention key?

I would be lying if I did not admit its a bit hard watching some of the kids that have developed faster or rather are farther along than he is. I can not make him talk earlier, he shows no interest in trying to mimic words. He only wants to mimic actions. Part of me thinks I'm being a competi-mommy, something I really really don't want to be. Some have said that monkey is not talking because he gets two languages which may be true, but I think really its that he's not ready to talk. He has no need to speak as we communicate well enough through our grunts, hand gestures and other dances. Plus whether he talks or not, I'm not going to love him any less. If something esle is going on, we'll figure it out eventually. Again I would not love him any less.

First Blood

And no I am not talking about the Sly Stallone movie. If you have never heard of this movie, don't tell me either I know I am old.

Motherhood is filled with alot of firsts: the first born, the first smile, the first step, the first time they say mama! These are all wonderful firsts that we record and talk about. There are others firsts that happen as well. The first time they fall, the first time they scratch their knees and the first time they bleed and don't stop. On Sunday we had our first bloody mouth. We were at a gymnastics gym for a friends 2nd birthday and my little monkey was upto his usual tricks, climbing up everything that could be climbed. Unfortunately for him, he slipped on some steps and wacked his mouth and nose pretty hard. We now have 2 shirts that are covered in blood stains and a little boy with a swollen bruised lip. I have to say watching blood gush out your childs mouth is a bit freaky, but it slowly stopped bleeding and he slowly stopped crying. Then like a good little monkey that will not let anything get the best of him, once the pain stopped and he felt OK to play, he ran right back to those stairs and climbed them again.
This child is going to be the death of me.

Where did the week go???

I have no idea, other than to say I am exhausted. I don't know why. Well I do know why. I have a minor cold. The cold that makes you tired and cranky but isn't bad enough to stay home. Plus the boy won't stay in the crib. One night he was up at first 3 am, it took 45 minutes but he went to sleep. At 6 am I had no energy so he was in my bed. The next night he was up at 12 am. One hour I tried to get him to sleep, and he would. So I would leave, and then he would wake up specifically to make sure I was still there. Of course I was not and he would cry. One hour later I did what I know I should not have done, I brought him into my bed. I just could not fight at 1 am when I am sick and I have to read and learn about flies. I am so tired, which is why I have not been blogging. It is not a lack of thoughts. I think I've written about 10 blog posts in my head. I just do not have the energy or time to type them out. I apologize my dear, faithful readers for my lack of posting. It will get better. Mr. SM took the boy out to the farm and I slept all morning, I've cleaned the house and am chilling out again. Lab stuff is busy with learning and doing, but over all is going well. I will try to update regularly but I fear I may be posting only 1 or 2x a week for awhile. Sorry!