onward

i started 2013 with a strong desire to be authentic. i wanted to move forward discovering who i am in light of new experiences and not turn into someone else. to navigate life as myself, and not feel compelled, required or coerced into behaving or decision-making solely according to what other folks think is best. i'm grateful to say, that so far i feel good about how i've achieved that.

i've noticed on facebook a number of people saying that 2013 was a real stinker. but for me it was the tops. i had a great year. in the first half, i did a lot of traveling (berlin, greece, arizona). FINALLY making it to berlin was a huge highlight in itself, but i also had a nice time there (in spite of the comedy of errors that i had my first day). plus, i got to travel business class and getting to come home to b was also pretty nice.

the second half was particularly special, and i'm not just meaning the baby. being off work has been SO WONDERFUL. i can't even express how good it's been for my soul. experiencing a significant break from my 8-4:30 routine has been such a breath of fresh air. i've never felt so much freedom or relief, and i'm so grateful for it. but i suppose it's not just being off work. this afternoon as i prepared my 2014 calendar, and looked through my 2013 calendar for birth dates, i saw with fresh eyes how WAY TOO over-commited i was. i had WAY TOO MUCH on the go. no wonder i was feeling burnt out and in over my head. i was guilty of not giving myself enough breathing room, or cutting myself enough slack. 'slack' is still something i struggling to define and evenly distribute, but i'm going to keep working at it.

my favourite thing about being off work is the fact that i can stay up as late as i want. if i'm reading or knitting or chatting or watching sitcoms, i don't have to hit the hay until i feel like it. it's the best. i think the freedom i've felt has gone hand in hand with this whole authenticity thing. not having to squeeze myself into a pre-determined schedule, and not having to squeeze out all the things i wish i could be doing, has been a nice change.

sometimes, no wait, scratch that... many times i've felt guilty for not writing as often as i used to, or not keeping in touch with friends as well as i used to, or going out as often as i used to. but once again i should cut myself some slack and remember that i'm not defined by my 'used to's, and that everyone changes over time as circumstances change. i guess i just have to adjust to that and let go of the expectations i have of myself.

so highlights of this year include:

• (for fore mentioned) trips to berlin, greece (particularly meteora) and arizona

• volunteering at KGH

• ultrasounds, midwife appointments, the praying womantises, belly blessing and belly casting

• an adult gap-year from work garden planting

• ottawa roadtrip with b on a weeknight

• music festivals

• a hard-fought birth followed by my dream baby
• part one of my adult gap-year from work

• camping with a newborn

• wednesday afternoons with b + é

• blue jays baseball game

• next retreat

• skeleton park with handrew

• thursday walks with sherri

• sunflower seeds, cider and king of the hill

• re-learning to sew
• new appliances and home improvements

i dunno, there's lots more, but where do i draw the line? so i'll just quit here :)

it's not like years ago.

tiny

we're home again from our christmas sleepovers. one night at nancy's place, and one night at joy's place. everything went really smoothly and we had a really peaceful and fun time. i like that my family all sit around in the living room on christmas afternoon with our books and read silently (plus liam playing his DS beside me). éamon was napping.

on christmas morning i got to have a bath in nancy's jacuzzi. it was a really nice start to the day. i just kept giggling with delight :)

all in all, i'd say it was a really lovely holiday.

when we got home today, as i waited for my ipod's OS to update, i started searching all-inclusive trips to bermuda. that's been our plan for the spring of 2014. a simple trip that requires very little planning to get our toes wet for traveling with a baby. but when i got looking at the prices, they were more expensive than we want to pay, so i did a random search and found trips to cuba for 60 to 70% less. so i think we'll go that route instead. we mostly just want a trip, and didn't have any particular reason for going to bermuda.

she says give her the things that money can buy.

slippy

i feel like this year in particular, i've really enjoyed giving christmas gifts. we put a lot of thought into our gift selections, and so far, they've been very well received.

on friday night, we had a house christmas party with andrew and shannon. we ate a delicious feast, exchanged gifts, and baked cookies. it's a fun tradition celebrating with them. shannon made me a 2014 calendar – 'a year of shanno and les'. it was super fun looking over the calendar, and some of the photos made me laugh to the verge of tears. i love homemade gifts.

this year, i wrapped a total of 46 christmas gifts. that sounds far more outrageous than it actually is. i've realized recently that b and i are, what one would call, 'fiscally conservative'. we don't spend what we don't have, and have a budget for everything. so the 46 gifts are mostly small gifts (and within budgeted) for our ever-increasing family. we're not giving each other anything, and we didn't buy anything for éamon, other than a few little things he needed anyways, but i'm keeping for this stocking. i think we'll always aim to keep christmas-giving modest with him.

rach told us about this clever gift giving approach: something you want, something you need, something to wear, something to read. i think that's just FANTASTIC! after giving it some thought, i think we'll use that for birthdays, and for christmas we'll do pajamas, something he wants and something homemade, every year. someday, when éamon's bigger, and we have a larger house with a playroom, i'm going to make him a play tent/teepee. i'm pretty excited about that. i love imagination play. this year we gave audrey a superhero costume. i made the cape, and we randomly found a matching eye-mask and wrist cuff at a toddler store. i think it'll be loads of fun :)

thankfully the weather is much more placid that it was this past weekend. we'll soon head out into the world and enjoy the fresh winter air.

let young hands build you up,
and carve your face in honest rock.

feather in my ear

i had a great birthday. b made me breakfast, we went to see the hobbit, then when b headed to work at 4, i tidied the house while éamon napped, and i had some friends over in the evening. it was really nice!

it's funny because, for several months now, i keep forgetting how old i am, so i kept thinking i was 34, and even told people i was 34. so it doesn't really feel like i've turned a new age. 34 is going to feel like a long year :p for some reason, i have an easier time remembering even-numbered ages.

i've found over the years, that it's much easier aging when one has accomplished the things they wanted to do by each age. so i feel really comfortable with this new age, which i'm really thankful for. that peace of mind.

without a doubt though, this year is noteworthy because of the massive fire on princess street. what crazy event, and amazingly no one was killed or injured. it'll be interesting to see what happens with that empty space. it's such a shame, since it was the first step in the williamsville revitalization program. but, i suppose it's better to have burned down now, than for it to catch fire after people were living in it.

i also discovered that i have the same birthday as pope francis, which is cool, because i really like him. 

we didn't start the fire,
it was always burning.

volcano

i need to hurry up and go to bed. my birthday begins in less than an hour, and i need to be firmly in bed, falling asleep by then.

33.

thirty-three.

it's been a great year. i don't even know if i can, or should, put into words what a great year this has been for me. but i can say this... it's been one of those red letter years that i'll look back on as a time of great significance. and for that reason, i feel reluctant to begin a new year. i'm not ready for this time to be over, but i suppose experiences, significant or not, are not limited by a specific window of time. so it's not actually over. this feels like a very special time in my life, and i'm super grateful for it.

i've learned a lot about myself, my partner, my relationships, my friends and family, this city, and many, many unknowns. i feel like all these things, and life in general has been cracked open a little more. and i've really enjoyed it.

thankfully there's still much more to experience. still many rich and full adventures to enjoy.

and so with that... i say good night.

what was it like?
to be young, strong, stupid and drunk

nightlight

i've seen several articles and videos on the website 'upworthy' lately about bodies. how even the most beautiful models are drastically touched up. cindy crawford is quoted for saying that she wished she looked like cindy crawford. this, paired with david's sermon last week about bodies and the cultural obsession with bodies, has got me thinking (this is separate to my post-pregnancy reflections on my body) about my face. since éamon was born, i haven't worn much make-up – mostly because of time. i still wear it on occasion, and i feel torn about whether i should make time for it more often. i'm usually aware of it when i see myself in photographs. i've always believed that i wear it for myself, which is true because brendan prefers me without make up, and he tells me that all the time. so i've decided i need to re-train my brain to get used to seeing my face without make up. i didn't start wearing any make-up until my mid-20s. all through high school and college i had a naked face and i preferred it that way – until i started getting insecure and felt a need to improve my face.

so my new year's resolution for 2014 will be to go a year without make up. it won't be a choice, so i won't constantly be thinking i should improve myself. i haven't been wearing make-up lately, but the option is always there if i had the time. so to make it official, on january 1 i'm going to throw the remains of my make-up in the trash. that way, it's not there, and i'd actually have to make the effort to buy more if i felt tempted to improve my face again. i never notice make-up on other people (unless it's bad), so i don't imagine that anyone else will notice it's absence on me.

i think this is an important step for me. the world would probably be a better place if everyone just loved who they are.

lo, how a rose e'er blooming
from tender stem hath sprung.

pedal

i've gotten really into making soup lately. i LOVE homemade soups, and i love that it's relatively easy. i have this fantasy that when i go back to work, that i'll make soup once a week so i have homemade soup for lunch each day. i don't know if that's going to be possible, but i'd like to start by making soup once a week until then. i got started a couple weeks ago making cauliflower soup for our small group. it was so easy and delicious that i wanted to try another. so a week later i made a tomato soup. i think my next one will be a carrot-coriander soup. MMmmm, Mm. sounds delicious. brendan is always telling me that i'm a good cook. sometimes it's hard for me to hear that because i've always believed so adamantly that i'm an awful cook. but i suppose that even things that are hard to hear are important to listen to. his word are slowly helping me build my confidence.

i really like the idea of making soup each week, but i'm really not a routine person. i can't stick with a routine for more than a few weeks before it bores me and makes me feel trapped. but i think there can be a lot of beauty in routine. and practicing something over the long term can be very rewarding. that's definitely something i'd like to experience. so i'm going to try, little by little, to become more comfortable with a schedule. i know that my work schedule has often irritated me, but since it's not something i have a choice about, i was able to stick with it until i can to discover the benefits. i'm hoping i can do that with soup. not that soup is that important, but it would be a step forward.

nothing is wrong its what she did.

locked

tonight when i went out to the car, i felt a cold breeze on my back. it spooked me out. it reminded me of how fearful and superstitious i used to be.

when i was a kid, the world was a scary place. i was terrified to walk my dog by myself, even in suburbia. looking back, it feels like my fears were huge, and largely unfounded. i think it's because my mom accidentally taught me that evil deeds and evil people lurked everywhere. i might even say she was unintentionally a fear monger. we lived a sheltered life, but she helped lead a 12-step group at our church, and as a result, knew a lot of really hurting people and she wanted to protect me. sometimes i'm tempted to believe that the world is not as bad as i thought it was, but then i remember all the other terrible things i didn't know about as a kid. so perhaps it's not that the world is less bad, but that i'm just less afraid than i was as a kid.

long lay the world in sin and error pining
till he appear'd and the soul felt its worth.

combo

this evening, andrew, shannon, b and i went to upper canada village for its 'alight at night' event. it was a crazy adventure. éamon was pretty out of sorts, and cried almost the whole way there. then he cried a bunch while we walked around. but eventually he fell asleep and we enjoyed walking around and seeing the lights. at 8ish, we decided to take the train ride (which usually costs extra, but was included with our ticket). we had to wait a little while, because one left just as we were arriving at the station. but eventually we all got aboard and were ready for some train-riding. about 10 minutes into our ride, the train started making loud, strange sounds, and it started to become clear that something was wrong with the car in front of us (we were in the front seats of the second car). the people in the car seemed completely obvious, which just contributed to the strangeness of the incident. eventually the driver stopped and we were able to see that the back wheels of the car had derailed. no information was given to us. we waited inside this strange christmas tunnel beside a snowman and a mechanical elf for at least a half hour. eventually, they drove us back to the main centre. thankfully the gift shop and cafe were still open, even though the village itself was closed. all in all, it was super bizarre and memorable :p

another highlight of the day is that we got a new stove! i love that the knobs are at the front instead of on the 'headboard' (i don't know the stove equivalent name). i'm looking forward to cooking on it tomorrow!

we built this city, we built this city on rock and roll.

stitch

i've been thinking a lot about post-baby bodies. well, when i say "a lot" i mean, it comes to mind frequently. to be honest, it's not something that really occurred to me pre-pregnancy. and even though when i was pregnant, i said to b "my body will never be the same again", i don't think i really understood how true that was.

my body wasn't perfect before éamon. there were things i wanted to change about it, and changes i was working on prior to pregnancy. so i wouldn't have expected my discomfort to be unfamiliar. i think one of the strange things for me is that i can't remember what my body was like before, i just know it was different. and not even really the shape, but rather the skin. how my skin feels, looks, it's shape – which is probably the weirdest change i can think of.

one friend of mine talks about how giving birth gave her a whole new respect for her body. and that she loves it now more than ever. i'm really hoping that someday i'll feel that way. i find though, that i feel more frustrated with my body than respectful. because i wasn't able to push him out, i feel like i didn't truly give birth to him. and i blame my body for thwarting my plans, my desires, my rite of passage.

the funny thing is that i have no regrets about my cesarean birth. i don't question the turn of events. but i do think, in time, i'm going to have to somehow reconcile with myself that missing link. maybe it's just a matter of re-framing what birth is, or what it means to me. i'm not upset about it, i just haven't been able to close the issue in my mind yet. it went like this > pregnancy, labour, _________, baby. i just wonder how much that blank is affecting my relationship with my new body.

at the midwives clinic, they have a poster in one of the rooms of the belly project. i really loved looking at it, and seeing all the different types of post-baby bellies. it was both encouraging and interesting. it especially helps when we're at swimming lessons when i see some of the other moms wearing bikinis and i'm wearing what feels like the equivalent of a swimming muumuu. but what i'd really like to know (instead of what other belly's look like) is how other mom's feel or felt in their post-baby body. this is probably the main/only issue that i feel unfamiliar with and as such, i feel unprepared. it might be my unfamiliarity that's making me feel unrestless. sometimes i lie in bed at night, sliding my finger back and forth across my scar in hopes that i'll become more accustomed to this new feature. i want to feel attached to it, like the scar on my face, or the tattoo on my wrist. it's part of me, and i want to feel like i earned it, and that it belongs to me. but instead it feels like press on nails or a temporary tattoo that's lasting longer than i expected. it's not just the scar though. that's just one aspect.

has no one else come out the other side to find that her body is a stranger?

let's get a silver bullet trailer
and have a baby boy.

chains

well... yesterday i was struck by the stomach flu. at first i assumed it was something else, because i haven't been in direct contact with anyone who's had a stomach bug. but eventually, after i threw up a few times, there was no denying that i'd been hit by a virus. it was fairly sudden, except the night before my tummy wasn't feeling so good.

b was very good about it, and took care of éamon really well. that kid didn't even noticed that i was out of commission. as i was barfing my guts out, he was giggling away with brendan on the living room floor. we were supposed to be helping with clean up at special meals, so instead b went on his own and we called ben and meg to see if one of them could come be with éamon while i lay in bed. that worked out very well. b was only gone an hour, and ben did a good job as éamon's very first babysitter.

i don't know about you, but i've noticed that every stomach flu is different, and it takes some time to figure each case out. after my third barf, i'd figured out that it was triggered by me moving. i'd lie still for quite a while and think i was feeling back to normal, but then i'd change positions or get up and end up throwing up. so by 10:00 i'd developed a plan where i'd just stay still for the rest of the night. except, i'd slide myself up into a sitting position to feed the baby. this, of course, would mean brendan would have to bring me the baby. and for the most part, nursing worked out just fine. i kept my torso still for the next 5 hours (moving my arms and legs to get more comfortable) and eventually, that seemed to do the trick, because i didn't throw up again.

i can't remember when i had a virus like this last. in recent years, vomiting has been triggered by things other than an illness. i swear, i've barfed more this year than the last 10 (maybe 15) years combined. morning sickness, cough-barfing, childbirth barfing, and now this. at least with a virus, it provides some relief and i feel temporarily better.

i'm definitely still recovering. my stomach is still not 100% and i still feel weak. the house is kind chaotic (partly because i'm crocheting éamon a christmas stocking, and my yarn is scattered all over the floor in the den), and i feel guilty about just sitting on my ass all day. but i suppose there's no other way of getting over the stomach flu than waiting it out.

let them see you through
all the hard things we've all gotta do.