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I’ve been reading the blog Buggering Crap Monkies (which I started following mostly because of the name) and she did a few posts on her life in five places, so I started thinking about that. What five places have defined my life?

1) Rather than talk about my childhood home, I have to just say Old Ottawa South – that is, the part of Ottawa between the Bank St. Bridge and the Rideau River. I lived in three different houses in Old Ottawa South, My parents bought the house on Aylmer Ave, where my Dad still lives, before I was born. They moved there because it was close to Carleton University. When my parents separated Mom moved us literally around the corner, about a minute walk from the old house, onto Seneca St. – that was the house that I loved. We lived there until I was 12 and then we moved a bit further away – maybe a 7 minute walk to the Aylmer house.

I grew up riding my bike around that neighbourhood. My friends lived there. We had Brewer Pool, Brewer Arena and Brewer Park a short walk away, I went to Hopewell PS from junior kindergarten to Grade 8. I went to pre-school at Southminster United, at Bank and Aylmer, and the librarians at the south branch (now Sunnyside Branch) knew me on sight.

Joe and I went for a walk around the neighbourhood one day and laughed at me because I had memories connected to almost everything we passed. But the fact is that I do. I barely left that neighbourhood until I started high school, except for weekly trips to the Glebe. I still don’t know my way around downtown very well. We had everything we needed, and I had visions of my kids growing up there too, but I think it’s out of our price range at the moment.

2) Belleville and Loyalist College

When I finally moved away from home I went to school in Belleville, a town of about 40,000 people two and a half hours away. I was scared to leave home, I didn’t know if I could live alone and get myself to school and handle it all. But I loved it. Belleville was a good place to live, it was big enough for me to have access to pretty much everything I needed and I love my classes and classmates. I had a wonderful two years in Belleville and got some great opportunities and memories out of my time at Loyalist.

3) Carleton University

Though Carleton is about five minutes away from Old Ottawa South, I have to consider it a whole separate experience. Though I grew up spending rather more time at the university than most kids probably do (my Dad would take us to visit his classes, I went to basketball and football games with him) and I did a high school co-op in athletics there, Carleton wasn’t really MY place until I decided to go back to school for my degree when I was 23. I decided to take Political Science because it seemed to have to most courses with descriptions that interested me.

Once I started my degree and started really finding my own way around, I got a job at the student paper. Fair to say that job changed my life forever. The Editor in Chief is now my husband and the father of my child, I still consider most of the staff I worked with my good friends, and I grew more confidence as I worked and fit in there.

4) Away

I have lived in two places far away from my home, St. Paul, Alberta and Fort Frances, Ontario. Both of these places were much, much smaller than anywhere else I’ve lived, and I found myself increasingly depressed while living in both places. These were the towns in which I worked as a reporter. In Fort Frances I was specifically a sports reporter, which is what I thought I wanted. Both of these places made me reconsider everything I thought I knew about myself.

When Joe and I went too see his family in Dryden we drove down to visit Fort Frances with the kid. Joe lived there with his family until he was about nine. It’s funny how it connects us that way.

5) Parliament Hill

My mother and my grandparents used to take us to visit Parliament Hill when I was a kid. I liked the lookout behind the Peace Tower and the old bell that fell off the original buildings during a fire. I love visiting the Hill on Canada Day and being with thousands of people who love this country like I do.

When I was in third year university an email came through from the Poli Sci department, an MP’s office was looking for a volunteer. I immediately expressed my interest and felt so lucky to be able to work in one of those grand old (freezing) offices.

Little did I know I would be working for Parliament full time a little over a year later.

I have a great deal of respect for our parliament and our systems and I feel a little bit in awe whenever I go up to Centre Block. Parliament had always been a special place in my life, and now even more so.

I got the opportunity to spend a great day with some great women last weekend and one of the projects for the day was to set goals and get specific about what you have to do to reach those goals.

Organize the next book swap

  • talk to the Elmdale
  • pick a date
  • send out invitations
  • clean out my bookshelf

Organize a knit-in afternoon – Check it out here and join us on February 12

Knit

  • Finish the second sock
  • sweater for Joe
  • sweater for myself
  • adorable baby things

Potty train the monkey – in progress, and going smoothly

Get to 175 lbs

  • Get back to yoga (Do my yoga DVD at least once this week) – DONE
  • Get back on the treadmill (At least 15 minutes every day)
  • Add some strength exercises
  • Have a consistent meal plan (Sit down with Joe on the weekend, work out our meal plan and grocery list, put it on the fridge to make sure we take things out of the freezer on time, organize my recipes)
  • Freezer cooking
  • Get sugary treats out of the house (again)
  • Give up pop (again)

Write, whenever and wherever

  • Blog
  • Contribute to other blogs
  • Work on secret project (write another story, research self-publishing)
  • Re-draft article outline and draft introduction

Read – I added a page to the site to track the books I read through the year

Improve my French

Let my nails grow (I started biting them again at the end of December – bad and ugly)

Make bread – I used to do this when I was a kid and it was always fun, and it makes the house smell good too

 

I have been 30 for almost a year now and thanks to Jordan and Lara I’m thinking about what that has really meant.

I was glad to turn 30. I really was. My twenties were a bit chaotic. I start and graduated college, moved away from home four times, had two jobs that taught me what I didn’t want to do, had some bad bosses and some good ones, started and graduated university, met and married Joe, got a dog, had a baby, started a job that I thought was a short term solution that turned into a long term.

I had gone from being totally confused about my career path to trying this on for size to finding things I love to do, I had gone from being alone and assuming I would stay that way to having a husband, dog and daughter – a lovely family.

 Turning 30 I still didn’t feel like a grown up, but I was happier than I had been and felt a lot more stable.

Now as I approach 31 I feel that 30 doesn’t have to be the put-together woman that we see around us. I can still be dorky and weird, I can watch terrible reality shows like Teen Mom, I can blast Linkin Park when I’m in a bad mood. I can knit on the bus while laughing out loud at the podcast I’m listening to.

At 30 I don’t have to be anything anyone else expects, I can be me like I never have been before.

This morning I had a wonderful experience with my baby girl.

She had actually slept in a bit – a rare event – and I had to go in to get her around 7 am. Her head popped up as soon as I opened the door and she asked me where her feet were. We found two feet, and two arms and two hands and shoulders.

I told her it was time to get dressed and I picked her outfit and sat on the floor with her.

After we had changed her diaper it was time to put on socks. She grabbed them off the floor, pulled the ball apart, and declared “my turn.” She wanted to try getting her socks on herself.

After trying and being unable to stretch her little sock over her toes she handed me the first sock and said it was my turn, so I took it, showed her how to stretch it over her toes and pull it up.

She took the second sock and tried to stretch it like mommy did, and then something happened that I hadn’t seen before.

She looked up at me and said “I can’t.”

“Yes you can, baby, just try again.”

“I can’t,” she said and lay down on the floor, hiding her face.

I had never seen this before. She’s always upbeat, always trying new things, and when she thinks she can’t, she hands her sock or shoe or shirt to me and simply says ‘you turn.’

But this time she said ‘I can’t,’ and just lay there, sad and giving up.

“Baby girl, you can, you just have to try again,” I said. “You can, you’re learning.”

She sat up, took the sock and tried to stretch it over her toes – I helped to make sure the little toe went along for the ride. She pulled her sock up.

“Mommy, I did it!”

“Yes, you did it. I knew you could.”

“Mommy, I tried again.”

She was so proud of herself. She had such a big smile on her face. She thought she couldn’t, but she tried again, and with a little help she did it.

Now I can smile just think about what we did together this morning, this moment we shared, and she can remember that if she tries again she’ll figure it out.

 

My kid is an active kid.

Before she was born she spent most of her time kicking me and moving around in my belly. She used to kick the microphone that the midwife used to listen to her heartbeat.

She started crawling early and started walking early and she never seems to stop moving. She loves to dance and run and bounce and flail. It’s tiring just watching her sometimes.

And so, this winter, we decided to enroll her in two classes. She’s done gymnastics in the past, and taken two swimming classes, but this winter she’s doing skating and indoor soccer.

She had her first soccer lesson last Saturday and we were a little worried because she had her birthday party that morning and we didn’t know if she’d be alright doing both, but when we got to the gym she was raring to go.

I have never witnessed such patience as the two instructors demonstrated with the gathered 2 year olds. Have you ever thought what it would be like to try and get ten 2 year olds to act in an organized manner while running around a gym with soccer balls?

It was hilarious.

My kid? She ran around, chased the ball, the whole time she had a big smile on her face. It was awesome. I think we’re really going to like soccer.

Next up, dance classes.

Grandma

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My Mom came to Ottawa for the kid’s second birthday. It had been a while since she had visited – We last saw each other in August.

We try to keep up with lots of phone calls and video chats, but nothing is the same as getting hugs in real life.

What was pretty amazing, what my Mom couldn’t believe, was how much watching the kid, her facial expressions, her bustling activity, was like seeing me when I was two years old.

Me

The Kid

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My mother was astonished. We look alike, we sound alike. She couldn’t believe it. It was pretty cool. And Mom just kept laughing. The kid did everything in her power to delight her grandmother. Through some very busy days – running around all day Friday, birthday party on Saturday, then soccer lessons, breakfast out with friends and skating lessons on Sunday.

Today we had one last day with my mother before she flew home, and I think we made the most of it. Grandma helped Maggie with her puzzle, we did some painting, we played and played, she even read us some stories. We stayed in the house and did what we felt like and it was everything it needed to be.

Tomorrow the kid will probably be looking for Grandma, and I’ll wonder when the next visit will be – too far away.

Two years

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At this moment two years ago we were checking in to the hospital, discussing our options with the midwives and the OB they brought in to consult. We were determined that after this, our third trip to the hospital in 36 hours, we weren’t going home without a baby, no matter how long it took.

Two years ago I was exhausted. Tired of being pregnant. Tired of waiting.

And then in what seemed like a very long time and no time at all, you were born.

And I can’t imagine what life was like without you.

In every single way

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Today in the car on the way to daycare my daughter called out to me: “Mommy, look at me!” and when I turned around “Mommy, I’m beautiful.”

Yes you are baby. With your messy hair and yogurt on your face.

You have a wonderful smile and gorgeous eyes. You have strong legs and great hair. You have a wonderfully ticklish belly and good teeth.

You are beautiful and strong and smart and curious and all around amazing. I’m very glad you know you’re beautiful, but I want you to remember just how smart you are too. You can count to twelve (even though sometimes you skip four and five), you can say your ABCs and you’re getting better at remembering colours. You can sit down and figure things out and I love watching you. You have so many words now and I like talking to you about books and daycare and your friends (stuffed animals).

Lately you’ve been saying that you’re a princess, or sometimes you’re a baby – and that one time you declared that you were the dog – and I’m glad you are so full of imagination and that you think so highly of yourself, but a princess is not the be all-end all my dear.

If you’re a princess because you’re lovely and special, that’s okay. If you’re a princess because you have silver sparkly shoes, well, those are pretty cool shoes. But in the end, baby girl, you are so much more that what people think of as princess and I never want you to think otherwise.

I’ll dress you in pink and tutus and silver sparkly shoes if that’s what you ask for, but I will never call you princess.

Getting in done in 2012

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Things I want to get done in 2012 include:

  • Organize the next book swap
  • Knit a sweater for Joe
  • Knit a sweater for myself
  • Potty train the monkey – in progress, and going smoothly
  • Get back to yoga
  • Get back on the treadmill – Done, but I’m not deleting it because I need to keep getting back on
  • Write, whenever and wherever
  • Hitting 175 lbs – and then to keep going
  • Have a consistent meal plan – Done for this week
  • Read – Finished The Virgin Cure on January 2 and started a new book (Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children) Just finished Miss Peregrine and started Jon Ronson’s Them
  • Focus on my future in work – in progress (I think)
  • Improve my French
  • Keep a budget
  • Be mindful
  • Let my nails grow (I started biting them again at the end of December – bad and ugly)

 

 

I’ve set out my goals for this year, and my three words, but I’ve been thinking a lot about what I can do to make these things happen. The first week of the year was not that great: Some days I ate too much, often I couldn’t figure out what to eat, didn’t exercise, had to stay home from work one day because of a migraine – something I’ve not really had to deal with in the past – a headache that I can still feel today.

The good:

I had half a medium Coke one day this week and haven’t had any more (headache?), I was mindlessly eating M&Ms because I had decided I needed some chocolate in my system, realized quickly that I wasn’t enjoying them and threw the rest of the bag out.

Yesterday I got back on the treadmill. I know that part of the reason I’ve been so exhausted, and that I’m so cold all the time, is that I’m not getting the exercise I need and the exercise I was getting. Everything seems to tire me out and I have that terrible feeling of not being fit enough to do basic things with my daughter. So yesterday I got on the treadmill for 15 minutes, and then later I got back on and did another 25.

January is going to be hard. Every week of this month is going to be a little bit different and we’re going to have to plan ahead every step of the way to make sure our money stretches, the kid is taken care of and we get to spend time with all the visitors we will have. Next week alone Joe is going away for work, my mother is arriving, the kid’s birthday is on Friday so I’m taking two days off work. Yesterday I actually had to write it all down.

But what’s going to be great about January? The kid gets to see all her grandparents, she gets to have an awesome birthday party with a cake made by the wonderful and talented Cara (who can illustrate and cook and bake, and is also extremely nice), and she also starts skating and soccer lessons, which will take up a lot of her extra energy and will be great fun for her.

January is also slow for me at work, giving me time to get things organized and figuring out some of the more complicated things so that we’re ready when things get hectic again.

This year I will try and focus on the great, on my marriage and every moment I get to spend with this wonderful creature that is my daughter.

This year I will pay attention to Gail Vaz-Oxlade and common sense. I know what we have to do, I know what we’re doing wrong and that we have to get smarter and stop making excuses. We’re working towards no debt and we can get there faster if we pay attention.

I have my mind set to end this year lighter – in a lot of ways – and happier, and more the person I want to be, I will be closer to the goals I have set for myself and my life, and I will be content.

 

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