Dear Zoë at 18 Months

Dear Zoë

You are 18 months old and I really really don’t know how this has happened. I still think about you as my teeny tiny baby, but really you are well on your way to being my big girl.  This thought both excites and terrifies me.  This month you have exploded more into toddlerhood.  You are repeating words and phrases (most of which I think just your Daddy and I can understand) but it is amazing.  For instance last night when we were giving Daddy hugs and kisses before I took you up to bed, you repeated “I love you”. Daddy and I looked at each other beaming and I felt in that moment my sole goal in life was achieved.

Somedays my darling I feel as though time is standing still… especially times when you decide 2am is an acceptable wake up hour. Calling “Mama” from your crib until someone comes to get you for a snuggle.  I feel as though our lives will always be this way, but I know that before I know it we will be into a new stage, so I want to do the best I can to remember these days.  When you were a newborn I thought I would never forget the way you smelled, the weight of you in my arms, but I find it hard to recall you, my big vibrant girl, being such an inanimate wee blob.

Your favourite things these days include Bubbles (Papa let you use them inside and now you demand ‘bub-ble’ in the kitchen) Rainboots, playing outside, your stuffed Bunny, colouring (be it with crayons, chalk, a pen, markers etc) and Brooklyn.  You still are not a fan of the bath but you love playing with water under the faucet.  The most common things you say are “uh-oh” (for everything!) and “no-noooooo” accompanied with a most vigorous head shake. You will say Mama and Dada, but we can’t get you to say Zoë.  You gesture to yourself cause you know who we mean, but that ‘Z’ sound hasn’t come yet. Brooklyn is also a tough one, but you will squeal with delight and yell “DOG”.  She loves you equally for you are constantly feeding her whatever meal is in front of you.  We have given up policing that and are trying to look at it as you being the world’s greatest sharer.

You have started giving kisses on demand and occasionally the absolute BEST hugs.  Feeling your little arms wrapping around my body is the greatest. Sadly you have never been much for snuggling; Daddy and I keep hoping that will come with age.  You still are a pile of flinging limbs in your sleep so we like it best when you spend the whole night in your own bed.

Daddy and I marvel at the wonder that is you…”HOW did we create such a sweet, cute squishable little girl”???  You are everything that we could have ever hoped for my darling girl.

Love you to the moon and back my little Zobean, Zoëbird, muffin top.

Always,

Mama

Finally Wagon Weather

Finally Wagon Weather

exhausted from a long weekend

exhausted from a long weekend

Colouring up a storm at the cabin

Colouring up a storm at the cabin

Snuggles with Daddy

Snuggles with Daddy

REALLY unhappy about us leaving the backyard

REALLY unhappy about us leaving the backyard

Walsh women love those big sunglasses

Walsh women love those big sunglasses

fashionista

fashionista

Neighbourhood patrol. You are obsessed with the plastic duck our neighbour has in her garden

Neighbourhood patrol. You are obsessed with the plastic duck our neighbour has in her garden

#RunJulesRun

April 1st something completely random and un-me happened.  I started running. whaaaa?!!! I’ve been wanting to do something for a while, and a local acquaintance posted on Facebook about running, so I messaged her and joined in.  We went for two runs, then our schedules differed a bit and somehow I kept pushing myself and kept going.  I have been documenting my runs on Instagram with #runjulesrun and silly post run pics which are keeping me motivated.  Who doesn’t like a good selfie for motivation?!  I’ve been running the same route for about a week, then on Saturday I did a crazy hilly run with some very fit girlfriends. That was really a big push for me but I felt such a sense of accomplishment at the end.  I have signed up to run the girlie version of Tough Mudder this summer (which is a 5k with obstacles) and I really want to be able to push myself and do a good job…soooo here I go training for a 5k. whaaaaa?!!!!  Last night I ran with a friend who has just started  training (now that I am such an advanced runner)  and the slower pace made me really notice how far I have come.  Which, to be honest, is AMAZING.  I have never been one for too much physical fitness.  In fact I have wanted to buy an “I run marathons…on Netflix” Tshirt. But noticing my endurance has increased really has been a phenomenal motivator to keep going!
I am finding it difficult with the balance of work, exercise, clean house, good parent, enough sleep, meal planning struggle, but G has really stepped up in other areas and is being supportive of me getting out as much as possible. Hey let’s ride this motivated train as far as it will take me.  My Mum would always tell me to just get out there and that I would start reaping benefits right away.  To which I said “umhmmmm” rolled my eyes, and reached for another cookie.  As I am finally learning in my 30s, she is right about most things so I should have tried this earlier.  [My current excuse is that the winter was cold and terrible and hibernation was totally in the cards] So yeah…guess I am a runner now?  In funny and rather-me news, I am running in pajama tops because I don’t have any workout Ts/long sleeved tops.  Perhaps I can add “cute new workout clothes” to my ‘what is currently motivating me’ list.

First Solo run. Headphones started dying, not impressed...but first let me take a selfie

First Solo run. Headphones started dying, not impressed…but first let me take a selfie

First night run April 1st. SO COLD...

First night run April 1st. SO COLD…

Made it home to collapse in a heap on the front porch

Made it home to collapse in a heap on the front porch

We ran hills. I nearly died.

We ran hills. I nearly died.

Last night team Muderella...we rocked it. Finally nice weather and gorgeous sunset to run alongside

Last night team Muderella…we rocked it. Finally nice weather and gorgeous sunset to run alongside

I realize that it is somewhat narcissistic to be posting mad selfies glorifying my not so phenomenal new habit, but it works for me! Tonight we are trying to tackle a full 5k. Cant currently run the whole way, but will see how it goes.

Weekend Report: The Spring is coming edition

March 8 weekendHad lots of fun this weekend with the fam, and even more fun playing with this template from Cathy Zielske. Really getting into digital scrapbooking these days–something I can do on my lunchbreak at work! woot woot ALSO how cute is my Z? (Hubs is a bit of a looker too if I do say so myself)

Lisa Frank Once Again Rules the Roost

Sometime in the late 80s early 90’s, Lisa Frank was every little girl’s dream.  My Mum bought me a Lisa Frank Trapper keeper (I think it was this one) And I thought I was the cat’s pajamas.  There were stickers, pencil cases and pretty much anything stationery/school supply wise  decked out with a wide array of multicoloured adorable animals/ice creams/rainbow whatevers.  90s girl dream come true.  Clearly I passed through this stage and hadn’t given much thought to her since.  Until this past summer. I was at the dollar store at saw a Sticker pack of Lisa Frank stickers..and immediately HAD to buy them.

lisa frankGarret thought I was nuts, because what 34 year old woman needs 300 stickers of weirdo animals and hearts and the like.  That woman is me folks, because I NEEEDED those stickers. And just like that they came home with me.  Where they sat unused in the basement until this week.  And this is where the story gets fun, and messy and sticky.

Zoë has been a bit of a slippery-back-archy-rolling away nightmare in the diaper changing department lately. (Apparently not at daycare just saves it for home but I digress)  G read somewhere that stickers can be a good distraction during diaper changes and  I had my Oprah “A-Ha” moment remembering the 300 stickers I had chilling in the basement.  So far, this plan has worked. She LOVES the stickers and has been pretty good about laying down when  told.  We were a little preemptive on high fiving each other about this awesome new plan…a few set backs

1) I made it through most of the work day yesterday with a Lisa Frank Puppy sticker on the back of my leg that I hadn’t noticed

2) We are finding tiny trippy 90s stickers ALL OVER THE HOUSE

3) Z is finding it hilarious sticking them to her face, the mirror, the dog…..clearly we didn’t think this through.

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Walshes Do Mornings

  I have been back at work for nearly 3 months. THREE….I thought it was just parenting time that flew by, but apparently it is life in general these days.  My pre-back to work morning plan was this:  I would get up at 5:30, get myself all ready to go, wake up Miss Z at 6 and that would give us about 45 minutes to get her dressed, have breakfast, get organized and leave the house.  Aaand now back-to-work me laughs at former me thinking I could plan such things.  Z is not the world’s greatest sleeper and so she has been getting up for the day anywhere from 4-6am.  Coupled by a random sleep regression, no one in our house is sleeping all that much and our mornings are not the seamless flow that I anticipated.  We do a complicated dance of trying to get ready while juggling someone who is in need of attention and doesn’t understand our urgency about dressing and not playing.  It is funny though that the insanity is starting to become routine and we are finding ways to adapt.
We had minimal sleep last night due to said sleep regression, and we were both grumbly and miserable when the alarm went off.  I thought we were all going to leave the house snippy with each other, but  we managed to pull it together.  We had a dance party to Taylor Swift in the kitchen while Garret made shakes for breakfast and I got made up/hair done/teeth brushed (downstairs bathroom is just off the kitchen) Z was getting all upset about not being allowed to play in the fridge so Garret grabbed his phone and saved the day.  Zo loves dancing and G just cranked some tunes and the three of us took a break from being tired and shook it in the kitchen.  Not part of my original intricately plotted morning routines, but a total, total game changer for our day.

Trying to get ready and a little person is crawling up my leg...mama/daughter selfies it is.  My phone is so big it's like another person in the photo

Trying to get ready and a little person is crawling up my leg…mama/daughter selfies it is. My phone is so big it’s like another person in the photo

New fave hobby--trying to open the fridge. She then points at everything, says "me?" and flips out if I don't let her walk around the house with a glass bottle of maple syrup...yeah sorry kid I don't think so

New fave hobby–trying to open the fridge. She then points at everything, says “me?” and flips out if I don’t let her walk around the house with a glass bottle of maple syrup…yeah sorry kid I don’t think so

keeping a little bit busy organizing Tupperware while eating toast

Keeping a little bit busy organizing Tupperware while eating toast…behind the scenes I am frantically packing up the rest of our lunches and making coffee–survival mode

Winter Woes, Daycare Germs and Busy Beans

Our little Bean brought two things home from daycare last week:  Her first finger painting (eeeeee so cute) and her first cold (less thrilling). She proceeded to cough directly in Garret’s mouth so he quickly succumbed to the illness as well.    Z had a really bad cough which was impeding her already less than stellar sleep record.  Over the weekend she fought her naps like crazy managing to hold off until 5pm on Sunday…a feat worth commenting on for sure.napping Somehow her illness did NOT effect her energy level and she was just as energetic and getting into everything as a healthy 15 month old.  I am finding this age to be really challenging. I love her to bits, but she is redefining the word “Busy”.  She gets into EVERYTHING and her favourite pastimes include emptying things (tupperware drawer, toy box, dogs food/water dishes) and attempting to rip down our blinds.  When I first went back to work I was determined to find a way that I could stay home with her. The mere thought of being apart was damaging to my psyche…now I feel that perhaps I am a better mother for being back at work. She gets her time with other kids (I get mine with grownups) and when her language skills develop more we will have much to talk about at the end of the day!

Peace Reigns Once Again

Peace Reigns Once Again