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Happy 500th

I'm just a month and a bit shy from completing my 3rd year of blogging and this is my 500th post.

I think that's the most writing I've done in my whole life and likely the longest I've stuck to one of my "projects".
In 3 years I've experienced many memorable moments and in all honesty I think sharing them on this blog has enlivened and enriched my experiences.
Plus its a fun way to keep a record of this crazy life I lead.

Some of my favourite blog moments in the past 500 posts (I ended up cutting the list short because I wanted to actually post them instead of the links and it was getting long) :

Wednesday, August 5, 2009


2 years ago my life was pretty simple; I was responsible for myself and sometimes the hubby, not to difficult to care for. I always wanted to be a mom but never really could wrap my brain around how much your life changes once you actually have a child to care for. The hardboiled egg that I was responsible for in grade 9 wasn't quite the same.
Enter Willis.
After you got past the crying, the marathon feedings, the physical pain endured, the feelings of uselessness and you've survived the utter exhaustion...you come to realize what a blessing the little bundle you're holding is in your life. You then are overwhelmed with love for this tiny creature, for your doting husband, for your thoughtful friends and for your supportive family and you realize that it isn't that bad after all, that you can do it, and that you will be a great mother. It's quite the cycle. And that was only the first hour ;)
A year later you've soaked up a fantastic mat leave and have to readjust to life back at work. It's harder than you thought. You have tears on your way to work, without messing the mascara of course. You wonder if you're making the right or wrong decision, how this'll affect your little one, how you can manage to get through a day without him, how you can manage to maintain your household and stay sane, how you can give your husband the love that he needs too and how you can still be good at your career while doing all of this. It doesn't get easier, but it does become more rewarding.
Two years later you are on top of your game. Well, at least you think you are. You've selectively forgotten all the dreadful parts of childbirth and are warming up to the idea of numero deux. You can keep your correction pile to a minimum, your house tidy, your animals fed, your husband watered, your plants loved and you even have time to develop your own passions. The little creature standing before you who was once so dependant on you now runs, jumps, yells, rolls, screeches, roars, golfs, remembers, laughs and constantly lights up every moment of your day. You are grateful for the wonderful people he has in his life and you look forward to seeing him grow up...but not too quickly, he's still your baby afterall!

Confessions of a Friendoholic.

"Carmen, you're embarassing me."
"That is a shitty cupcake!" "Seriously, did you see all those people doing Tai Chi?!"
"Christy, stop touching my butt"
Every year since 2006 we've gotten together for a girl's weekend in Edmonton. This year is year 5, hense the more adventuresome trip to Vancouver. One day down, one day to go.
Here are our highlights:
Carmen: riding the skytrain and the escalator. Her inner child has taken over her body in more ways than one.
Candace: Our fashion show of our daily purchases in the condo after 4 gruelling hours in the mall.
Christy: having to tap out after hitting the jackpot in Smart Set, of all stores. Especially excited-Christy style, jumping up and down- about her leggings.
Deena: becoming fashion consultant at the stores for the girls because she's too large and in charge and can't fit normal clothes therefore significantly reducing her ability to buy clothes.
Smoking green beans. I'm so cool.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Baby faces

(Willis-profile in light grey) (Baby2-profile)
Willis Jules. I remember staring at this ultrasound picture and dreaming about what he'd look like, what his voice would sound like and what kind of boy he'd turn out to be. Every minute with him blows my mind and I can't help but love every aspect of him; from the perfect child moments to the terrible twoish parts.
Monday we had our 30 week ultrasound for baby 2. I was quite proud of myself for not asking to find out the gender and now there's nothing I can do but wait. Waiting in that same state of wonderment. What will he be like? Will she be adventuresome or reserved? What will we choose for a name? So many unknowns that I'm eager to find out, but not so eager that I don't want to cherish these last months with my only boy. I need to soak up every last moment of Willis getting to be the only child, and the only grand kid for that matter.....
Speaking of which, dear niece or nephew, I'd like to meet you NOW. Please come out of hiding, I know where you live.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

These are the moments...

I better get this post done before I forget.  There are so many insignificant events that happened once upon a time that if I don't put them down somewhere, they will vanish from my memory.  Even if they are insignificant and minute, they do play a very important part in our little girl's story......
The moments that I'd like to forget:
  • My water breaking and knowing that it'd likely be awhile before anything happened and I'd meet my baby.  Also water leakage isn't pleasant, neither are mesh underwear and grannypads for that matter.
  • The antepartum wing of the hospital.  I was there for 24hours before I was moved to labour and delivery.  The nursing staff were less than welcoming, only coming in once to check on me.  
  • The loud mouth nurse who felt the need to tell stupid stories all. night. long. Seriously, no one was listening and people were trying to sleep, lady.  If I had a ball, I would've thrown it at her head. 
  • The neverending supply of student nurses/doctors/residents.  I lost count at how many different people had been in the delivery room.
  • The hour of pushing. 'Nuff said.
  • The 3 day extended vacation in the postpartum wing.  Nobody likes you jaundice, you can just go away.  Same goes for hospital food and the countless times I was asked the exact same questions. I should've just made a poster that said, "No, I don't have any allergies."
That being said, those were the only unpleasant moments of our experience.  Everything else was all rainbows and sunshine.

The moments I'll never forget:
  • Telling Dan that my water broke.  He was half asleep and it took a bit to register, but the smile he had was priceless.  Nothing beats knowing that you will soon be meeting your little one.
  • The love from friends and family.  Thank goodness for my iPhone, it kept the messages of support and encouragement coming from my friends and I tell you, when you're laying there, all alone in the forgotten wing of the hospital, going crazy because some loudass nurse won't shut the hell up, it just took some texts from my friends and family to keep me sane.
  • The jacuzzi tub (which I give credit for commencing labour Friday morning).  Nothing like a hot bath while reading Eclipse. 
  • The staff in labour and delivery.  Dan thinks I was teamed with the best nurse who suited my style best.  She kept smiling, was young and had nice hair and even had a lipgloss in her fanny pack.  My type of girl.  We also had the most awkwardly funny student nurse who at first annoyed me, but then had me killing myself laughing every time he'd open his mouth.  Really, who asks you while he's putting in your I.V what else is new in your life.  Buddy, I'm about to push out a baby, what do you think is new?
  • The last couple pushes, knowing my little baby would be out and I'd finally be done. I hated pushing this time around.  
  • When they put the baby on me and didn't bother to tell me if baby was a boy or a girl.  I got to pull up one leg and check her out, proudly yelling "She's a girl!"
  • Every moment that followed....the first call to Kyla to let her know so she could inform the family, the texts to the rest of the friends and family, those first stolen glances into the closest thing to Godliness and perfection.  My little girl.  A girl.  Lucia.  Willis' sister.  Daddy's little girl.  It took awhile for me to wrap my brain around that one; I was convinced I was having a boy, who would've been named Beckam (Will's choice), by the way.  And I'm not going to lie, I did accidentally call her a he a couple times, purely out of habit.  But I got my girl.  A girl who would bare a beautiful friend's name, a friend who was taken away  from us 9 years ago.  A friend who is missed every day.  Kelly.  A perfect middle name for my perfect little girl.  Lucia.  Like the tropical island.  And she's already bringing so much sunshine into our lives.

Friday, September 17, 2010


I would say I have done some pretty cool things in my life: beat boys in grade school races, placed in provincial piano competitions, took off on an exchange in grade eleven to assert my independence, became fluent in a language I did not grow up speaking at home, taught my brother and brothers in law and didn't go crazy, hit on the hottie in the green track pants and then married him, birthed two children...
I could go on. Life has been good to me. But why is it, at the end of the day, after weeks of single parenting while husband is away working in Toronto, why is it that getting these two angels to sleep at night, safe and snug in my bed,  feels like the greatest and most important thing I could ever accomplish in life?

Thursday, September 16, 2010


A conversation over email yesterday with my husband nearly resulted in our divorce. He's always getting on my case about skimming emails. Come on, I'm a high school teacher, how do yu think I get through so many essays. Kidding. Kinda. So I skim emails, my bad. Well I guess after today you can add being a bad typer to the same list. Apparently I type without proofreading. Here is the email conversation that transpired between us. See if you can spot the error. Hint *it's in the very first email.

From: Deena
Sent: Wednesday, September 15, 2010 4:07 PM
To: Daniel
Subject: bah

so tired of being with you.

From: Daniel
To: Deena
Sent: Wed, September 15, 2010 4:09:35 PM
Subject: RE: bah
Hey – that’s great to hear babe.  Thanks for the pick me up.

From: Deena 
Sent: Wednesday, September 15, 2010 4:54 PM
To: Daniel
Subject: Re: bah

hey crouch- text me when you want to Skype. Maybe seeing your kids will put you in better spirits.

From: Daniel
To: Deena
Sent: Wed, September 15, 2010 5:43:53 PM
Subject: RE: bah
Why am I the grouch?  You started it.  So tired of being with you?!?

From: Deena
Sent: Wednesday, September 15, 2010 5:46 PM
To: Daniel
Subject: Re: bah

I can see the headline in the StarPhoenix: Type nearly causes divorce.
Meant "without" you.
I also called you a crouch.
Meant "grouch".
I see my next blog forming.

 On 2010-09-15, at 18:07, Daniel wrote:
Haha.  Ok that WAS cute.  Didn’t know what the hell was going on.

Love you.

From: Deena
Sent: Wednesday, September 15, 2010 6:10 PM
To: Daniel
Subject: Re: bah
I even typo-ed typo.

From the iPhone

Ok.  But now I’m back to really liking you.  So expect some hugs and kisses.

****I'll stop here....there's plenty more but this post is getting awfully long. Happy 500th, 500th.


  1. What a great idea for your 500th! I especially love the pics and email exchange with Dan.


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