tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24672368731327355712024-02-18T20:30:11.271-05:00My Life...or something like itJennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10748835256504109374noreply@blogger.comBlogger86125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467236873132735571.post-81867297437333773442014-12-13T19:17:00.001-05:002014-12-13T19:17:59.449-05:00November Ipsy Bag ReviewFor those of you that are unfamiliar Ipsy is a monthly beauty subscription. For approx $16 you will receive a makeup bag every month filled with 4-5 deluxe trial size-full size beauty products. There is usually a good mix of both drug store and higher end products as well.<br />
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Here is a review of all the products that I received in my November bag:<br />
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<b>First off is the body wash from Delectable by Cake Beauty:</b> (full size) I was really excited to see this product since I have seen this line at both Shoppers Drugmart and Target many times, and it is made in Canada! I haven't used this body wash though because the scent is sooo sweet. I smells exactly like vanilla frosting. I may still try this one day just to try out the formulation so I get a better idea of the products the company makes.<br />
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<b>You're So Fine Waterproof Liquid Eyeliner from Elizabeth Mott in "Gliteratti":</b> (full size) I was very happy to receive this since I do not have a black liquid eyeliner. It also has fine glitter in the liner, but it's very subtle. Perfect for the holiday season! It's a fine brush applicator so it can be a little more tricky to use, but not the hardest liquid eyeliner that I've used by far. I have used this and really like it.<br />
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<b>Love and Beauty Creme lipstick by Forever 21 in "Berry":</b> (full size) The formula of this lipstick is good. It also has okay wear, and wears off the lips nicely. My only complaint is the colour. It's a little bright for me for day to day wear to work. I have worn it in a thin layer with some gloss over it though.<br />
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<b>Be a Bombshell eye base in "Submissive":</b> (full size)This product has to be my favourite from this bag by far. I have used this quite a few times. It is a great eye base, and really gives the eyeshadow something to hold on to. I use this the most when I'm doing a matte eye look. I put this on the lid and it helps to give a little bit of shimmer to the lid, and helps to deepen up the darker shade in the crease because it has a subtle copper/champagne colour to it.<br />
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<b>Temptu S/B Highlighter in "Pink Pearl":</b> (sample) If you're really into highlighting then I'm sure that this would be right up your alley. I have a really subtle powder highlight that I prefer. I'm not a fan of liquid highlighters or blushes. This is no exception. It does have a night pearl glow to it though. I will be giving this product away.<br />
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Last but not least is the absolutely adorable glittery make up bag that everything came in. I was afraid that glitter was going to get everywhere, but this is like a plastic material so there is no worry about that. I love the bag.<br />
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Overall I was really impressed with this bag. There was a great variety of products this month, and some brands that are easily found in stores in my area, so that is a big plus!<br />
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<br />Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10748835256504109374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467236873132735571.post-27309030796060620052014-11-09T19:36:00.001-05:002014-11-09T19:36:23.009-05:00Halloween!I honestly do not know how many times I was asked "Mama, when Halloween coming?" this year. I think I lost count after about 100. I'm not joking. My kid was extremely excited about Halloween. I don't know how since we don't really put too much focus on the holiday. I don't go all out decorating. The only decorations were little window decals that my mother picked up for Emilie at the dollar store (that may or may not still be on the front door...). Even our door decoration is fall focused instead of some witch or goblin.<br />
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Regardless we had one very excited little girl on our hands. All she could talk about was going trick or treating, getting treats and getting dressed up like Rapunzel.<br />
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Here is a picture of Emilie on the big night:<br />
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Yeah, not so much with the Rapunzel. She had a meltdown when I dared to make her wear a pair of pants and a jacket under the dress. The nerve!<br />
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So as a last resort she ended up wearing her cupcake costume from last year. Thankfully it still fit, and bonus it has a matching fleece hat and pants so she was super cozy.<br />
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But lets rewind a bit.<br />
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We had originally bought two pumpkins at the pumpkin patch. Two big ones. One started to decompose all over the back patio, so that left us with one.<br />
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This was the first year that she actually wanted to help us clean it out.<br />
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That was until she realized that she would get dirty while cleaning it out.<br />
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I had fears that she would want an elaborate Disney Princess based design. Her request? A happy face. She chose the shape of the eyes, nose and mouth and we got to carving. She helped to poke out the pieces. <br />
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She loved her pumpkin.<br />
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The day before Halloween she went to our friend Bev's house while we were at work. While she was with "Bevie" they carved me a pumpkin. She was so excited to bring her other little pumpkin home with her. Here are our two happy pumpkins.<br />
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On Halloween she was so excited. Then it came time to get ready. She is used to wearing her Rapunzel costume just as a dress so she was not impressed that she needed to wear an outfit underneath, but we live in Canada and it gets cold on Halloween.<br />
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After refusing to wear a costume at all Andre suggested her cupcake costume from last year. Thankfully it still fit so she got dressed and we were ready to go!<br />
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It had threatened a downpour of rain that day but thankfully it was just misting and she really enjoyed herself. About halfway through trick or treating she kept asking to go to Bevie's house so we walked over and Bev had a special little treat just for her. Emilie's favourite a Kinder Egg (for those in the States it's a hollow chocolate egg filled with a plastic egg with a little toy inside). She gave Bevie a hug and then we were off to walk down the street to her daycare.<br />
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On the way back Emilie told me that she had too much candy, and wanted to go home and have her "Kindergarten Egg" and some milk. So we walked home and she did just that :)<br />
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I hope everyone else had a great Halloween!Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10748835256504109374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467236873132735571.post-28025770368804337102014-11-09T16:45:00.002-05:002014-11-09T16:47:50.131-05:00From the Archives: Easter in our house**After publishing the post on the Pumpkin Patch I found this post that I had written months ago about Easter, but never published, so here you go!**<br />
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Before we knew it, it was Easter. This year is flying by!<br />
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Last year a friend of mine invited us to join her and her family for her town's Easter Egg Hunt. We went and even though the girls didn't really get the hunt, they had fun. This year everyone was a year older, and they definitely knew what was going on. My sister and her family went to the hunt this year as well as more friends of ours. It was a lot of fun for all the kids, young and not so young. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Emilie's cheese face.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Emilie and Josh, partners in crime.</td></tr>
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Thankfully this year I was feeling much better than last year so I was able to actually snap some pictures. Andre and I really try our best with each holiday to really get across the true meaning of the holiday. We have quite a few books about Christmas, which Emilie loves, but I was at a loss about how to handle Easter. I just felt that explaining the Crucifixion of Christ was just a little too much for a three year old to handle. So we decided to let Sunday School handle that issue this year and just focus on the fun aspect this year. Next year I plan on doing a little more research and try to find some age appropriate stories/activities at home as well. Anyone have any suggestions?<br />
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The Easter Bunny left Emilie's little basket in the livingroom and also some chocolate eggs hidden around the house for Emilie to find. It was so funny to see her run out in the hall and see the trail of eggs on the stairs. She thought the Easter Bunny was very silly!<br />
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A few weeks before Easter Emilie had gone shopping at Target with Carrie and my mom. We love checking out the dollar and $5 sections and this trip was no different. Emilie came home talking about this Doc McStuffins camera and how she wanted the Easter Bunny to bring it for her. I had totally forgotten about it until shopping the Thursday before Easter and I saw it. I figured why not, and bought it for her basket.<br />
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On Easter morning Emilie came running into our room, sat on the bed and let out a long sigh. "Welp (her way of say welllll). I don't think the bunny will bring my camera. ::sigh:: He bring it next time"<br />
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We went downstairs and she was so happy to find the camera in her Easter basket. <strike>Mom</strike> Easter Bunny for the win! She had to line up all of her new jammies on the floor and snap pictures of everything with her "camera".<br />
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We finished off the day with a big Easter dinner at our place. The weather was so beautiful and sunny that afternoon. Emilie's favourite part of the dinner was the ham. Our girl get not get enough of it.<br />
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When Emilie was born <strike>we</strike> I became a little bit obsessed with trying to create traditions around the holidays. I don't really know why. My family was never big on traditions. Routines yes, but not so much with traditions. Andre loves holidays and any excuse to do fun things as a family to mark the holidays, so thankfully he has been on board with my obsession.<br />
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We started Emilie's first with just a trip to an apple farm not far from home to pose for some cute pictures and pick up a pumpkin. The next year was when the fun really started with a trip to a local pumpkin patch. Emilie loved the wagon ride and choosing a pumpkin. We went to the same farm two years in a row, but now that she is older and enjoys more activities we decided to visit a bigger farm with more activities.<br />
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It was a little bit more expensive, but she had a great time. They had a pumpkin patch, a wagon ride of the property, a hay barn, animals, corn maze...you get the picture!<br />
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As you can tell from the pictures her favourite thing to do that day was play in the hay barn. We could not tear her away. We got home that night and she was standing there wiggling her little bum and I asked her what was wrong. She started laughing and said "I have hay in my pants!". It was literally everywhere!<br />
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<span style="color: black;">After all of the excitement of the afternoon we stopped off at the little coffee shop and grabbed some hot apple cider and a little snack. Emilie loved her first taste of "warm apple juice".</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">It had been so difficult finding a day to go that wasn't raining and we really had a perfect day. We all dressed in layers and by the end of the trip Emilie had shed her hat, mitts and jacket and just played in her fleece. It was the perfect fall day. </span><br />
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Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10748835256504109374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467236873132735571.post-72493614556405627612014-07-08T19:07:00.002-04:002014-07-08T19:07:03.594-04:00Emilie's Birthday!As with Emilie's previous birthdays I decided to take the day off work to spend the day with her on her birthday. There is only one more birthday I can do this before school will consume her birthday, so I am going to take advantage of this for as long as I possibly can. I can't help but feel that her special day is a special day for both of us. Not only do I celebrate the day that she entered this world, but I celebrate that day since it was the day she made me a mother.<br />
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We decided that we would make the day low key. We've started a tradition last year that we would have her gifts ready to give her in the morning as soon as Andre got home from work. She loves Doc McStuffins so we got her a stuffed Lambie and a doctor bag. She loved it and continues to give everyone "check ups" long after getting the gift.<br />
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Andre had to work late that night, so he wouldn't be home
for dinner, so we had my mom and grandmother over for dinner and then
Carrie, Darren, and Josh came over afterwards for birthday cake. We've
found that we really like a low key celebration on the actual day and
then we do her birthday party for her and her friends afterwards.<br />
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Andre and I really hadn't decided what we wanted to do for her
birthday party, but back in January Emilie started to talk about her
party from last year and how she wanted to go back to the same Indoor
Playground and how she loved the homemade Elmo birthday cake. The one
thing I knew for sure was that I was buying a cake this year. I was NOT
making another one. The bonus for having her birthday party at the same
place is that we knew the routine by now, and we knew the kids would
have a blast, so we booked it.<br />
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her friends had a blast at the Indoor Playground. We went with Little
Goobers, just like last year. They are one of the only ones in our area
that does a true private birthday party. Since the majority of the party
goers were between the ages of 1 and 4, we didn't want the stress of
having to hover the entire morning making sure some rambunctious 10 year
old was going to mow them over. They can run around the entire place
and we can sit back and drink our coffee knowing that they are safe.
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We opted to wait until we got home to open gifts because having to round
up all the kids to watch Emilie open gifts just seemed like more work
than it was worth, and we only had the place for 2 hours, so we wanted
them to have as much play time as possible. Emilie loved all of her
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<br />Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10748835256504109374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467236873132735571.post-20535327053267326202014-03-05T22:20:00.002-05:002014-03-05T22:53:01.627-05:00Dear EmilieI'm sitting here tonight in a silent house. Both you and your Papa are sound asleep. The only sounds are the sound of the dishwasher and the air of the video monitor that is sitting beside me.<br />
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You are snuggled so cozy in your bed. You were so tired tonight. You refused to have a nap for your Papa while I was at work today even though you were up earlier than usual this morning and needed one. You were so excited to be going over to your Great Baba's house for a couple hours this afternoon while Papa and I were at work, that you just couldn't sleep.<br />
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I'm sitting here at the computer with tears in my eyes. There are so many feelings that I want to write down, to record for you, but my thoughts are just one huge jumble. I don't know which one to record first, and how to fully articulate others. I just don't know where to start.<br />
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I think about you, and all that you do now. You are so independent, and yet such a Mama's girl all at the same time. You are so outgoing and bubbly, and yet shy and introverted as well. You are so goofy and silly and yet so serious too. Everyday you surprise us with something new that you do or say. Sometimes it's like a 13 year old is talking to us and not a toddler.<br />
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You are so grown up now. You can get dressed all on your own, and love to choose your own clothes. You are potty trained during the day, and sleep in a big girl bed. Almost all the "baby" things have left this house. Instead you have your own babies. All of their names are Baby, you won't give them a name of their own. As sad as I am to see all the baby stuff leave the house I continue to be amazed by you and the amazing person you are becoming. <br />
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You love helping me with everything I do around the house, from cooking and the laundry, to vacuuming the carpet and making the beds. You are always right by my side wanting to help. Most of the time it means that particular job will then take even longer, but I love to see how excited you get to help me do something completely mundane like moving wet socks and towels from the washing machine to the dryer.<br />
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A lot of the time as I'm watching you I pray for a pause button. I've always said that I would never wish for a stop button, but I wish some days that I could slow time just a little bit. I wish I could stay in that moment for just a little bit longer with you. I've joked with people a lot lately that time has passed so quickly, that somehow I blinked and you went from this tiny little squish in my arms to this big girl.<br />
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Tonight when I put you to bed, I put to bed a two year old. Tomorrow when you wake up, probably a little too early for me, chanting "Maaaaama, Maaaaaama" from your bed you will be a three year old.<br />
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When I go up to sleep tonight I will slowly creep into your bedroom to check on your like I do every night. I will cover you up if you have kicked off your blankets, and just stare at you resisting the urge to pick you up. Which is ironic because just hours ago I was tip toeing down the stairs praying to God you would fall asleep quickly.<br />
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Sleep tight my little one. Who knows what new adventures life has in store for us tomorrow.<br />
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<br />Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10748835256504109374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467236873132735571.post-29148989922645843472014-03-03T20:34:00.001-05:002014-03-03T20:34:42.930-05:00LossIt has been a rough two years.<br />
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Just over two years ago my Memere passed. I think my mom best described her when she said that God broke the mold when he created her. She was one of the most loving, giving, warm people you would ever meet. Her greatest loves were her husband and her family. She didn't speak a lot of English, and unfortunately we never spoke a lot of French, but we found a way to communicate regardless. Even with the language barrier, we never doubted that she loved us, and we still loved her.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Andre and I with Memere and Pepere.</td></tr>
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Just one year ago we had another loss. This time on my mothers side of the family. Our cousin Leslie passed suddenly while on vacation. We were all in shock when we got the news. Leslie was always the life of the party. You were always greeted with her infectious laughter and a warm hug. It's still hard to believe that she is no longer with us, even a year later.<br />
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Today we unfortunately had to say good bye to someone else. Another sudden death. Another loss that we're still struggling to understand. It's one of those situations when you just can't understand it because we <i>just</i> saw her. Two weeks ago she was just having tea and chatting with one of her friends. A week later, gone. Today we said good bye to my Step-Grandmother, Joan.<br />
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Let me start by saying I hate the term Step-Grandmother. I feel that when people asked who passed and I said the word "Step" that they almost stopped listening, or didn't care as much. People hear that word and for some there is a negative connotation. Instead of someone saying "I'm so sorry" They said "Oh", or worse yet, nothing.<br />
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Joan has been a part of my and my sisters lives as long as we can remember. We can't remember a time when she wasn't with my grandfather. There was a never a time when we can't remember her not being there. She was the type of person that when you went to visit her and my Poppy she was always up and about. She never sat down until everyone else had their food, and was taken care of. She was always taking care of everyone else, and her cat. She loved her cat.<br />
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Today her daughter Dorothy gave her Eulogy. I don't know how she managed to hold it together long enough but she did, and she did an amazing job. It was great listening to stories about when her children were younger, stories we had never heard before. She shared one story about when her and her brothers were just children. Joan had found an abandoned lab. She nursed him back to health and then posted that she had found a dog so the owner could claim him. No one did. They lived in a small apartment that didn't allow pets. So what did Joan do? She bought a house. It makes me smile whenever I think of that story because that was so her. She was always giving and thinking of others.<br />
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Today we said good bye to my <i>Grandmother </i>Joan. She was loved and she will be missed.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Joan when she met Emilie for the first time.</td></tr>
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<br />Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10748835256504109374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467236873132735571.post-75368016598436437132014-02-22T20:22:00.000-05:002014-02-22T20:22:21.176-05:00"Mama, I still your baby"This has been something Emilie has been saying a lot lately. It's almost like the more she asserts her independence and becomes more like a big girl she needs to reassure both of us that she is still my baby.<br />
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My little big girl will be three years old in just two weeks. <i>THREE</i> years old!! Where did the time go? Where is my pause button?<br />
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About a month after her second birthday she decided enough was enough with the cloth diapers and wanted to wear her big girl underwear. That went great and she basically potty trained herself in one day. To be honest I miss the diapers. I never minded the two extra loads of laundry a week and always thought her fluffy little bum was so adorable. Not to mention it helped to keep Emilie's pants from falling down! I loved seeing all the bright colours and designs drying on the clothesline in the summer, and I loved that I could reuse them and not have to throw them out. It kills me every time I have to buy yet another box of Dora Easy Ups for Emilie to wear overnight. She will only wear disposables now since her cloth diapers are too thick for her now that she's used to underwear.<br />
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Over the last few months nap time has become less and less. "Mama, I no need a nap" and "Mama, I just sit on my bed. I not tired." are things I hear on an almost daily basis. Those rare days when she does nap are a special treat for Andre and I.<br />
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On New Years Day we converted Emilie's crib to a toddler bed. The potty training had lead to what we referred to as "Poop Emergencies". All I will say was there was poopy pull ups being hurled out of the crib. I will leave the rest to your imaginations. After the first incident we started talking to her about changing her crib to a big girl bed. After the third emergency I took the front off. Surprisingly Emilie was all for it. She offered to get the screwdriver and hammer and help! From the first night she was excellent in what she now refers to as her "big girl crib". She will occasionally get out of her bed to play when she should be sleeping, but overall the transition has been great. Much better than we expected.<br />
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With all of these new firsts have come regressions. Some days she will speak in baby talk instead of using her big girl words. Others she wants to be with me everywhere I go. She will have weeks where instead of getting out of her big girl crib to use her little potty during nap time she will go in her pull up instead. Most of all this has meant cuddles. Lots and lots of cuddles. I guess every stage has a silver lining right?<br />
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Some days these regressions are hard, and add another struggle to our routine. Others I'm more than happy to put down whatever I'm doing and cuddle with my little girl.Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10748835256504109374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467236873132735571.post-71341672773568423832014-01-18T14:52:00.000-05:002014-01-18T14:52:06.569-05:00Christmas 2013 RecapEver since Andre and I started dating all the way back in 2003 Christmas has always seemed like a little bit of a juggling act. Balancing the <i>Us</i> with <i>Them</i>. I<i> </i>remember our first Christmas which seemed like a race versus a celebration. A feat of time management and making sure that we made sure to visit everyone, making <i>them</i> happy and pushing us to the side. I was miserable that year. All I remember was visiting from beginning to end, and sitting in the car.<br />
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Since that year I have been trying to find more of a balance. Making sure that our family unit had time to develop our own memories and traditions, while still making sure that we take time to visit and create memories with our extended families. I think every year we're getting closer and closer, and this past year when looking back I think of the travelling and visiting, but also the fun, excitement, and quiet moments we were able to spend as a family of three at home together.<br />
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So here is a recap of Christmas 2013!<br />
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The last few years Andre's parents have preferred not to travel, not that I can blame them both being over 80! So that means that on Christmas Eve we go up to visit and celebrate with them. The last two years we have gone up in the mid afternoon and had dinner together, but this year we decided to do lunch instead so we would have more time for visiting, and not have to rush out the door so we could get Emilie to bed at a reasonable hour.<br />
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I don't know about Andre, but I liked this MUCH better!<br />
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I wish that this one was clearer, but I'm still learning how to use my DSLR, and Emilie moves too much. She had gotten a box set of Dora videos from her Nana and Grandpa and she loved them so much. She started chanting "Dora, Dora!" which sounds more like "Dara, Dara!" and running around.<br />
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We had an early dinner/late lunch with Andre's parents, did some visiting and then were on our way home. To tell you the truth I was so excited to be at home on Christmas Eve evening. We've never had a relaxing evening at home on Christmas Eve just the three of us. It's always the rush out the door to get our cranky, overtired toddler home to bed.<br />
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One tradition that we started this year was to let Emilie open one Christmas gift on Christmas Eve. We wrapped up a new movie, Christmas pj's and a new cozy blanket for her and this was the gift she unwrapped. She loved her new Santa jammies and immediately stripped off her clothes so she could change. I had figured she would do this so I had washed everything before wrapping it up.<br />
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That night the three of us just snuggled together and watched Bubble Guppies before she went to bed. It was the perfect thing before all the toy assembling "fun" began!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Emilie decided Santa needed some candies as well as chocolate cookies.</td></tr>
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Christmas morning we slept in until around 7:30 which was great because Andre and I were so tired after wrapping some last minute gifts. Emilie loved going through her stocking and playing with her new Princesses in their castle.<br />
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There had been one gift that Andre and I were so excited to get her. Emilie has been obsessed with her infant car seat for months. It had been in storage in our basement, but Emilie would see it and want it upstairs so her babies could go "shopping" so it would end up in our living room, and our living room is not that big. It would drive Andre and I banana's so we decided to get her a baby car seat made just for her babies.<br />
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It even comes complete with a three point harness so her babies can be buckled up and safe just like Emilie is in her own car seat. For $12 this was one of the cheapest gifts that we purchased and one of her favourites. Another favourite was a $10 Aquadoodle accessory kit that she plays with several times a week. Sometimes you don't have to break the bank to make your toddler happy.<br />
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My mom always makes bacon and eggs for breakfast on Christmas morning so Emilie decided that she needed some more food!<br />
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Our afternoon was pretty quiet since Emilie decided to give Andre and I a Christmas gift and actually have a good nap that afternoon. It was such a treat to shower and get ready all on my own without my little helper.<br />
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We always have Christmas dinner at my parents house and this year was no exception. Emilie looked so pretty in her little jumper. She had nicknamed it her "Christmas dress" and she looked so cute it in.<br />
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True to form Emilie crashed around 6:30 and we came home and put her to bed. I think two days in a row of gifts and visiting is our little girls maximum and she let us know!<br />
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Andre and I left everything in the living room that night and just sat back and watched a holiday movie that night. It was a great way to end a chaotic day!Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10748835256504109374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467236873132735571.post-32916358384345866772014-01-16T22:21:00.002-05:002014-01-16T22:23:22.963-05:00Winter at home activities and December Kiwi Crate review<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
Quite recently we had a cold snap. Not as cold as some places in Canada (as us Ontarians were reminded over and over) but cold for us. For us this meant that if we didn't have to leave our nice warm house we just didn't. This also meant that on my day off I had to think of what I was going to do to keep little Miss Emilie and myself occupied for the entire day. Not so bad when she was consistently napping for at least an hour and half to two hours every afternoon, but harder on those more frequent days when she decides she doesn't need a nap (hahahaha).</div>
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It was so cold here (-40 with the windchill) that the condensation on the inside of our windows FROZE. Craziness.</div>
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This particularly arctic day just happened to be a day that Andre wasn't home during this split shift at work so it was just Emilie and I for the day. I decided that we would bake some cookies in the morning. I had done some cleaning and purging of our cupboards the week before and discovered a dry cookie mix that needed to be used up before it expired, so I thought Emilie and I could bake some cookies. She loves to help me bake, so she loved this activity.</div>
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Later that afternoon after her <strike>hour of calling for me repeatedly while telling me she's not tired</strike> nap, I decided to bust out December's Kiwi Crate. After talking to a <a href="http://www.rebeccalundin.com/">friend</a> about how she liked Kiwi Crate with her kids, I decided to bite the bullet and get a 6 month subscription for Emilie back in October. We have loved it so far, but this month proved to be a little "old" for Emilie. I knew that this was bound to happen since all of the activities are for ages 3+, but we had lucked out with the previous two boxes. </div>
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The theme of this month was "Polar Expedition". For anyone that has never heard of <a href="http://www.kiwicrate.com/">Kiwi Crate</a> before it is a subscription box that is delivered to your home every month filled with 2 crafts with a theme every month. All of the crafts come with everything that you need. You do not need to purchase anything. I love this since I get to do something fun with Emilie but do not need to think of anything!</div>
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The first activity in the box was a ball toss game. Emilie wanted nothing to do with sewing up the mittens even though she had been getting some practice with her animal boards lately. So I ended up doing this. She did love putting all the velcro dots on the ball and making up the little "paws" on the mittens. This activity was definitely more Emilie friendly and she still plays with this almost two weeks later. </div>
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The second activity in the box was homemade window clings. I had received an e-mail from Kiwi Crate before getting the box in the mail so I knew that some other users had some issues with the materials for this craft. Even after being prepared with paper clips to unclog the paint and kneading the paint and glue before using them, the paint was still clogging repeatedly, and at one point the top popped off and paint went everywhere. I was not impressed. We did end up getting two clings complete though, one together, and one that I made on my own.<br />
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After drying the window clings out of reach of little hands for 24 hours, they were complete, and Emilie decided that they should go in her playroom.<br />
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Two out of the last three boxes have come with a little "bonus" activity along with some ideas in their monthly magazine. This month was a little snowflake cookie cutter that she loves to use with her play dough.<br />
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Overall Decembers box was not my favourite, but Emilie still had a lot of fun working with all of the different materials and it was nice to have some new activities to do while we were home bound. I can't wait to see what surprises will be in our January box!<br />
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Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10748835256504109374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467236873132735571.post-17806634649279048622014-01-04T20:00:00.000-05:002014-01-04T20:00:32.072-05:00New Year, New(ish) Projects!With the beginning of a new year comes the motivation to get things done, a sense of I CAN DO IT. If you're anything like me, that quickly passes, you don't get anything done, and then six months later you kick yourself for not crossing anything off that ever growing to-do list.<br />
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Every year I promise myself that this new year will be different, and then a friend shared a link for another blog, <a href="http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/">Apartment Therapy</a> . They are doing what they call "The January Cure". Basically every day during the month of January she assigns a project to complete to get the ball rolling on all those things that you were meaning to tackle during the month, and a few other more practical little things. It all started on January 2nd, so you still have time to sign up for yourself and have each daily assignment sent directly to your inbox! For the first assignment, and more information, you can go <a href="http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/the-first-step-create-a-project-list-the-january-cure-day-1-198350">here</a>.<br />
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The first assignment was an inventory of sorts of all the little things that you need to get done around the house. I'm ashamed to admit that my list was a page and a half long. It includes everything from touching up some trim paint, and hanging some pictures, to finally painting the basement stairway. All things that are totally doable. So after January is finished I have a whole list of things to work on this year. I can't wait to start crossing things off that list!Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10748835256504109374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467236873132735571.post-57821299300814434832013-12-22T21:23:00.001-05:002013-12-22T21:23:41.708-05:00Our week in pictures<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu22NM3DGn0ib39JLQoB3GXSMrriTMmFR3GmhUmB7cvW5e9bi0fNUeRrdFVrLz1oX9XBpI8E4fUcwpy7CGVzTz7PBLpEPn2nzxyf-3OQ3pm75TgRwfjawgfkpjqTHPIuuUwEK9B3kyS_g/s640/blogger-image--2079621373.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu22NM3DGn0ib39JLQoB3GXSMrriTMmFR3GmhUmB7cvW5e9bi0fNUeRrdFVrLz1oX9XBpI8E4fUcwpy7CGVzTz7PBLpEPn2nzxyf-3OQ3pm75TgRwfjawgfkpjqTHPIuuUwEK9B3kyS_g/s640/blogger-image--2079621373.jpg"></a></div>Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10748835256504109374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467236873132735571.post-19100219356774384672013-12-21T18:27:00.002-05:002013-12-21T18:27:15.582-05:00Recipe Time: Slowcooker Italian Herb ChickenAnyone who knows me, knows that I love my slowcooker. It started out with necessity. When Andre and I were first married we were both working crazy hours, and evenings at work. If we wanted to eat before 9 or 10:00 at night we needed to figure out how to cook dinner (or at least part of it) before we got home. The slowcooker was the perfect solution for us.<br />
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Even now, Andre isn't home most nights until after 7, and half the time I'm not home long before he is. If we want to eat a real meal, and have something for Emilie to eat earlier, we need to cook it while we're at work.<br />
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This recipe started as a fluke. We were out grocery shopping and I needed a seasoning packet for my beef stew (yes, I cheat). I saw one for an Italian Herb Chicken. Add some chicken, a few simple ingredients, the packet and Ta Da! What more could you ask for? It soon became a favourite, but the seasoning packets are hard to find now, so I had to improvise with some seasonings at home one night. The result was delicious, and this recipe is still a favourite!<br />
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-thawed Chicken (I prefer boneless skinless, but you could also use chicken thighs or whatever you have in the house)<br />
-one can of diced tomatoes (do not drain)<br />
-one small can of tomato paste<br />
-2 tbsp of Club House Italiano seasoning<br />
-1 tsp of Club House Garlic Plus seasoning<br />
<i>You can adjust seasoning to taste, and could also substitute for whatever Italian seasonings you prefer.</i><br />
-one half a red and green pepper chopped into chunks<br />
-2 cups of thickly sliced mushrooms<br />
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Put your chicken in the bottom of your slow cooker:</div>
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In a mixing bowl, mix seasonings, tomatoes, and tomato paste:</div>
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Add the vegetables on top of the chicken:</div>
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Pour the sauce mixture over the vegetables:</div>
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Cover and cook on Low for 8 hours or High for 4-6 hours. This it looks like after 8 hours on Low:</div>
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You can serve this with roasted potatoes, or over pasta, or spaghetti squash. I prefer spaghetti squash:</div>
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-Place chicken in the bottom of slow cooker.</div>
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-Mix tomatoes, tomato paste, and seasonings in mixing bowl.</div>
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-chop vegetables</div>
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-place vegetables over chicken in slow cooker and pour sauce mixture over vegetables.</div>
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-serve with roasted potatoes, or over pasta or spaghetti squash.</div>
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Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10748835256504109374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467236873132735571.post-72100625064939006002013-12-18T22:16:00.000-05:002013-12-18T22:16:30.799-05:00Changes are comingHello everyone!<br />
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Long time no <strike>talk</strike> type? I have decided that one of my New Years resolution was to blog more often. For real this time. So I thought that a change was in order.<br />
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First change: A new blog name. You will see that Our Little One is gone. Let's be honest a big part of this blog will still be Emilie. She is the centre of our life, and if you give me a minute I will talk your ear off about her latest adventure. I wanted this blog to be more than just Emilie. I wanted it to be about my LIFE. With the change to the title comes the.....<br />
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Second change: Different content! Now I will start this by saying there will be plenty about Emilie, but there will also be recipes, updates on changes to the house, products that I love (or not) and anything else that pops into my mind. I wanted this blog to be a little well rounded. It may just end up being an online journal of sorts that no one reads, and that is okay.<br />
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Third change: A new photo banner! I am currently in love with some professional photos that we had done this fall, and I really wanted to put them out there for everyone to see.<br />
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So there you have it, some of the changes in store!Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10748835256504109374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467236873132735571.post-47527913775252664032013-08-04T20:12:00.001-04:002013-08-04T20:12:44.408-04:00Weekly photo dumpAs I mentioned in my previous entry, I tend to take the majority of our pictures on my phone. It's just so convenient. So here are a small collection of the pictures I have taken over the last few weeks. <div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRB1e4lEhfJbOIiVrApwnhIvAII3ORyIVlJeGfqkH1U0fHD90Of8kBBE4IL_IhxMdgu63a9flaQ20Pxx7aQvgGmWZcDK5873Y6toDuYGk4o-jOPdO2-FJxzJaSQeX8G7rgfN835d1dTI0/s640/blogger-image--194936579.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRB1e4lEhfJbOIiVrApwnhIvAII3ORyIVlJeGfqkH1U0fHD90Of8kBBE4IL_IhxMdgu63a9flaQ20Pxx7aQvgGmWZcDK5873Y6toDuYGk4o-jOPdO2-FJxzJaSQeX8G7rgfN835d1dTI0/s640/blogger-image--194936579.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPD6zfleH8hkWQDGgKFs2Hp8l1icg0Nc25Fs2clrMMzWegx829yf9Nrp5jB3hWNJBF7KAm2Hqljm7FryexVUAve3_GAIWxek52C1EMg-zoGOtVSMEWvcRz7lP18Yc47gdloERzdujaNzk/s640/blogger-image--275630105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPD6zfleH8hkWQDGgKFs2Hp8l1icg0Nc25Fs2clrMMzWegx829yf9Nrp5jB3hWNJBF7KAm2Hqljm7FryexVUAve3_GAIWxek52C1EMg-zoGOtVSMEWvcRz7lP18Yc47gdloERzdujaNzk/s640/blogger-image--275630105.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg866GG6R0GyMFfOXTJfpUw6DHG3wvKR_1Y24IfGt3BatHvW9IlRwy4hkl2BFZEcK-o2Gyr0Br74zveWyPNDqwnB8I4KK3kQiBqtmQ715ga7HUohOaeykbH1A05EQl7CaNN5MlUMbbK21A/s640/blogger-image-239539368.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg866GG6R0GyMFfOXTJfpUw6DHG3wvKR_1Y24IfGt3BatHvW9IlRwy4hkl2BFZEcK-o2Gyr0Br74zveWyPNDqwnB8I4KK3kQiBqtmQ715ga7HUohOaeykbH1A05EQl7CaNN5MlUMbbK21A/s640/blogger-image-239539368.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXIZXTXXqFLlC-AACxEiSkwfzgzCeyS-Jh7ur6yKEPZo7Pqo2DEiI9tfJJHvnXd5l3bmvQl-r16nWA2AJXDEQHJom8q1oF-kkYgrZcxp5qMlVrhjpmEGQhhHcaR7gMplOX7ytJxYJ-bCs/s640/blogger-image-2074474617.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXIZXTXXqFLlC-AACxEiSkwfzgzCeyS-Jh7ur6yKEPZo7Pqo2DEiI9tfJJHvnXd5l3bmvQl-r16nWA2AJXDEQHJom8q1oF-kkYgrZcxp5qMlVrhjpmEGQhhHcaR7gMplOX7ytJxYJ-bCs/s640/blogger-image-2074474617.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></div>Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10748835256504109374noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467236873132735571.post-65420453645935256112013-08-04T18:21:00.003-04:002013-08-04T19:05:48.168-04:00Our Summer so farIt's hard to believe that it's already August. The summer is half over already. Andre gets the summer off with his job so he has been home with Emilie all summer. Don't bother asking if I'm jealous. Hell yes I am jealous!<br>
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Emilie loves the warmer weather. She is outside with Joshua, her favourite sidekick whenever she can get the chance. The two of them are always up to something. I wish I had a bunch of pictures to share, but truth be told most of my pictures of Emilie and her adventures are on my iPhone, and Instagram. We did manage to bring out the DSLR a couple times, and our point and shoot to the Zoo though, so I do have some pictures. After realizing the depressingly few pictures we have of this summer I have decided to try and drag it out more often and snap some better quality pictures.<br>
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In June Joshua celebrated his second birthday. Carrie and Darren decided to mark the day with a playdate in the park, one of his favourite places. I brought the DSLR with us to record the day so here are some pictures of all the fun Emilie had that morning:<br>
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The best part of the day was the epic nap that afternoon after being outside playing all morning. It was awesome!<br>
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She loves her big girl bed but refuses to sleep in it. She much prefers the comfort of her crib, which we are a-okay with. As much as we are enjoying her independence this year, we are okay with her holding on to one of the last links to her being a baby. Our more immediate concern is getting rid of the pacifier this summer, and one big transition is enough for all of us.<br>
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We haven't done a ton to her playroom other than put everything in it, but she is still loving it. I want to get to Value Village or somewhere similar and buy some cheap frames to put some of her paintings and other artwork in to be displayed. Cheap art for the walls and a great way to show off all of her hard work.<br>
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It's been a great addition, and with the really erratic weather lately it's nice for her to have a place filled with "new" toys to keep her occupied. It's also nice she has a place to go to when I'm trying to get ready for work during the week. Especially when she's is obsessed lately with using make up just like Mama!</div>
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We had been toying with the idea of taking Emilie to the Zoo this year. She loves animals, and we wanted to do something while I was off for a few days in July. We ended up getting a Wag Jag deal for Safari Niagara which is closer to us than the Toronto Zoo and I'm so glad that we went there instead. It is a smaller "Zoo" so it was a much more manageable size for a toddler. She loved seeing the animals, they have an awesome splash pad, and a Tram that travels through the whole park as well. The "choo choo" was her favourite part of the day by far.</div>
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We don't have too much more planned for the rest of the summer. I don't have anymore time off until September when Andre is back to work so it would be shorter little trips. Emilie doesn't mind though. She is quite happy playing at the park and outside the house! <br><br></div>
Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10748835256504109374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467236873132735571.post-64338423042253420842013-06-07T22:21:00.001-04:002013-06-07T22:21:43.809-04:00Flashback FridayOne of my favourite pictures of Emilie from our first few weeks at home. <br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGlomyksRN1i1wzzLg4fm9-TGgiC54fGhDJ5eZWbBRIfeudv7hNaxC59qjDptyxntgr_Igm5E4cOeNnJctHILVfCPlS1gF0LwUCgUNSqjsx8pexH26crmtfecZ6Fc14TcfRbst_D_ve-k/s640/blogger-image-1063420335.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGlomyksRN1i1wzzLg4fm9-TGgiC54fGhDJ5eZWbBRIfeudv7hNaxC59qjDptyxntgr_Igm5E4cOeNnJctHILVfCPlS1gF0LwUCgUNSqjsx8pexH26crmtfecZ6Fc14TcfRbst_D_ve-k/s640/blogger-image-1063420335.jpg"></a></div>Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10748835256504109374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467236873132735571.post-44946573033883485102013-04-26T23:46:00.000-04:002013-06-07T22:13:36.779-04:00Dear Emilie: 2 years oldDear Emilie,<br>
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You will probably notice that is has taken me a little while to write this letter to you. It's now almost 2 whole months since you turned two years old. This birthday seemed like such a special birthday. You are such a big girl now. You are this little girl with thoughts, and dreams, and opinions, and you let us know about them every day. You're not our baby anymore, even though I still call you my baby. It makes me a little sad thinking that you're not a baby anymore. <br>
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The time is passing so quickly. Every day you are saying something new, or doing something new. Your Papa and I talk all the time about how we wish there was a pause button. Never a stop button though. We're always struggling with not being able to wait to see what new and exciting adventure you have next, but at the same time just wanting to savour this time with you right now for just a little bit longer.<br>
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You are such an amazing little girl. You are so affectionate, and love to give kisses and hugs and tell us "I love you". You always say it in a little whisper, like it's our little secret. You cannot wait until your cousin Joshua and your Auntie Carrie come over for a short visit in the morning. As soon as you hear the door open you run over so you can see who it is and yell "Hiya Josh!". I hope the two of you are always as close as you are now.<br>
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You love swimming, storytime at the library, and playing with your friends at daycare. You are always talking about your friends at daycare, even though you only see them once a week. You love the park and playing outside. You could play for hours outside, but also like snuggling with me in the chair in the livingroom under your blanket watching Elmo. You and Elmo, I don't know how many times we have watched your Elmo movies. You cannot get enough.<div><br></div><div>It's amazing the new things that you do everyday. We can't wait to see what the next year brings our way.</div><div><br></div><div>Love, Mama</div>Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10748835256504109374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467236873132735571.post-65955051326743579962013-04-24T11:11:00.000-04:002013-04-24T11:19:21.100-04:00Wordless Wednesday: A lost video of Emilie, "Doin' Maisy?"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10748835256504109374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467236873132735571.post-57606029100542618522013-04-04T14:22:00.000-04:002013-04-04T14:23:15.713-04:00EasterThere was a lot of excitement around here leading up to Easter. Most of that excitement revolved around Andre and I counting the days until our 4 day weekend arrived rather than Emilie being excited for the Easter Bunny. Thankfully she was still too young this year to fully understand the whole bunny thing.
We had a lot planned for Easter weekend, and then Friday arrived and I woke up with a migraine and a sour stomach (which I thought was due to the migraine). I popped some pain relievers, prayed for some relief and we got the day rolling because we had an Easter Egg hunt planned with some friends that morning.<br />
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We left the house bright and early and headed to the hunt. Amanda and I stayed on the sidelines (it was a pretty busy event) and the dad's took the girls out to hunt for some eggs. Emilie found 5 little foil wrapped eggs, and by the time we found each other afterwards she had already started to enjoy her treats!<br />
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After a little visit we headed home and put a certain little girl down for a <strike>sugar coma</strike> nap. I also enjoyed a nap because I soon realized that the sour stomach was an unexpected stomach bug, and not due to the migraine.<br />
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Saturday was a blur spent napping, and trying to enjoy some of the beautiful weather. Emilie did get some much needed play time outside with her cousin Joshua though.<br />
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I wish I had gotten more pictures on Easter Sunday. Emilie looked so cute in her Easter dress, but I woke up with a cold and felt miserable again. I did manage to get some pictures first thing that morning as Emilie dug into her chocolate. Boy was that girl on a sugar high that day!<br />
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Emilie were so excited to go to church that week. Joshua was going to join you and all we could hear all morning as we were getting ready was "Church, Joshua hummin (coming) too! Fun, toys, church!". Needless to say there is a lot of enthusiasm around church these days. I hope it continues for a few years at least!<br />
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We had dinner with my family this year. Emilie had very little interest in dinner since there were little eggs hidden all around the house. She was a very unhappy little girl when she had to go to bed. She was more than a little overtired, so I had to rock her to sleep that night. It made me think back to her first Easter, she was just a little over a month old.<br />
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Fast forward two years. We still have that doll. Emilie sleeps with "baby" every night. I kind of wish I had gotten two! Instead of that tiny little girl in my arms that night in the glider, I have my "big girl". She's so long now that her legs now dangle off my lap, but her head still snuggles the same place on my chest, at just the perfect height that I can still kiss the top of her head. I guess some things change, while others remain the same.Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10748835256504109374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467236873132735571.post-68736998487880285252013-04-04T13:27:00.002-04:002013-04-04T13:27:42.168-04:00Blog Lovin'<a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/blog/6761699/?claim=d2hxbb3znke">Follow my blog with Bloglovin</a><br />
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I remember baking as a child with my mother and my grandmother. I remember my sister Carrie and I waiting patiently as my mother scraped even amounts of leftover cake batter on to spoons so we could lick the batter. I also remember making Christmas cookies with my grandmother, and her using the cookie press. It's such a simple little thing really, baking with family, but can leave a lasting impression.<br />
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Emilie has become more and more interested in the goings on in the kitchen (especially if it has to do with bubbles in the sink), and I really wanted to make some oatmeal chocolate chip cookies. We had some time to kill before bath and bedtime, so I thought why not!<br />
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I used to bake all the time before Emilie was born, but for the longest time if it didn't come in mix form it just wasn't getting made!<br />
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The kitchen was already a disaster, so what was a little more mess right? We washed our hands (she loves that part) and away we went!<br />
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Emilie loved it. She kept chanting "cookie, cookie, cookie!" while helping me dump the ingredients in the bowl. She loved watching the bowl turn around and around in the mixer, and listened really well when I told her not to touch the mixer. Her favourite part had to be spooning the batter into the cookie sheet. She never once tried to eat any of the batter, and for a child who sometimes hates getting her hands dirty she had a blast.<br />
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She was so focused on what she was doing that she wouldn't even make her "cheese" face for the camera!<br />
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This November has been pretty mild so far so you've been spending lots of time outside with your Baba and your Auntie Carrie (and cousin Josh) while Mama and Papa are at work. Auntie was nice enough to grab the camera one afternoon and get some pictures of you and Josh in the leaves.<br />
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Then you got sick. About a week and a half before Halloween you came down with a runny and nose and just weren't yourself, it wouldn't get better, and then the weekend before Halloween you came down with a fever. We hate seeing you with a fever. You just aren't your giggly, energetic self. The 31st was pretty much your worst day, your fever was slowly creeping up again, and you just wanted to be held, so back to the doctor we went.<br />
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You were a trooper, and sure enough you had an ear infection :( We were happy to finally get some answers, but sad that you had to be on antibiotics again. Your poor little tummy is just not the same while you're on it.<br />
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Papa carved the big pumpkin that morning, we decided that we would do a Thomas the Train design to cheer you up since you love your Choo Choo's so much.<br />
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When I got home from work that night you were still running a fever so I gave you some Advil in the hopes that you would feel good enough to put your costume on and visit a couple houses. Papa tried to snap some pictures before we left the house, but he couldn't get the camera to work.<br />
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It was rainy and chilly that night so you were bundled up under your costume. We brought your stroller and for most of the trip you sat in your stroller with a death grip on your little candy bucket. When we were done visiting a few houses we took you over to Baba's house so you could say good night. Outside of her house you spotted a little Doritos bag on the top of your bucket. Needless to say you wanted a treat. After a week and a half of hardly eating, I didn't really care that you were eating chips before bed!<br />
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When we got home all you wanted to do was eat your treat.<br />
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We got you relaxed with a nice bath and then you enjoyed some snuggles with your Great Baba before going off to bed. Not a horrible day, but I hope that you're healthy next year so you can enjoy yourself a little bit more.<br />
<br />Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10748835256504109374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2467236873132735571.post-6438849223131375272012-10-16T10:30:00.000-04:002012-10-16T10:30:07.069-04:00Pumpkin Time!Last year Emilie was still a little young for the Pumpkin Patch, so instead of doing a big trip and the hayride, we just took a little trip to <a href="http://bennettsapples.com/">Bennett's Apples</a>, for a little photo op with some pumpkins. This year though we knew Emilie would enjoy a trip to an actual Pumpkin Patch.<br />
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I had done some research on some of the places in the area and what they offer, and we decided on <a href="http://www.lindleyfarm.com/">Lindley Farms</a>. They have a corn maze and hayrides every fall, so we thought that would be a fun place to visit this year. Thanksgiving Monday was sunny, and not too cold, so we packed up and went for a short drive.<br />
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They had pony rides, some ducks, goats, and bunnies that the little ones
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We got on the hayride, and Emilie loved it. She cuddled on my lap for the first part of the trip, but then she wanted to sit on the crate in the middle all on her own. So we let her sit down, and Andre hovered over her to make sure she didn't get up and make a run for it, but she was good.<br />
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Once we got to the pumpkin patch itself we just let Emilie explore and look at all the "balls".<br />
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She loved wandering around the pumpkins with her Mama and Papa, showing us all of the orange "balls" everywhere. We all had a great time, and did choose two pumpkins that we will carve just before Halloween.<br />
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On our way out we decided to stop by where the animal cages were. Emilie had such a great time with her Papa feeding the animals.<br />
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Next year we're thinking a Pony ride would be fun!Jennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10748835256504109374noreply@blogger.com0