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Where to begin.Denial is a pretty powerful state of mind. You don't realize, as much as you tell yourself otherwise, that there are just some things you can't accept. It's time I start.I'm sitting here, looking at an absolutely beautiful baby boy who only months ago was feared he would never get a chance to hear our voices or see our faces, yet I'm overcome with emotion - some of which is hope,

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So, if I recall correctly, I used to write for very therapeutic reasons as it seemed to help deal with unfortunate or difficult situations (all the while keeping the out of towners and nosey neighbours up to speed with life in londontown). Perhaps I should try that again.Ok, where to begin...As most know we are expecting a younger sibling for Gordo on July 15th making Kim 24 weeks today. Well 4

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Ok, so it helped last year in my attempts to become one with my "inner blogger", so perhaps I'll try again...Let's see, Gord has been quite the toddler lately. While he has been a little under the weather, I'm not one to make excuses for my child. He definitely knows what he wants and when he wants it.On a somewhat related note - perhaps only other parents can understand this, but it is quite

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So this is Gord (moments ago)... in the basement watching Hi5... and that is me... upstairs eating dinner.I like webcams.I certainly earned my 'Bestest Daddy In The World' mug.

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What started out as a little clip experiment turned into a full fledged video montage... damn you iMovie and all your funness.5 hours later, here is a little something from my sis-in-law's wedding this past weekend:

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Gord's favourite Sesame Street Clip...

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So, about a month ago, hmm, actually, I'll back it up a little further...Throughout the last year or so, I've not only been bombarded by the 'Hi I'm a Mac, and I'm a PC" commercials, but I've also been exposed to a few owners of Mac's who have nothing but great things to say about their alternatives to a PC. It ever so slightly opened my mind to the possibilities (as I've always had the notion

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Ok, what the hell... Crazy.But for real... pick up the damn baby already!

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Ok, I'll start off by trying NOT to state the obvious lack of blogging. So far, I seem to suck at that almost as much as I do at keeping up to date on my blog. Ok, now I'm just a complete failure.Now that that is out of the way, I'll take a walk down the lane that is Summer of 2007... which should explain why it's taken this long for an update... (actually, I am probably going to leave out all

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Damn you Facebook!!!!!Sorry, I will post again... I promise.Hmm... I may be posting again sooner vs later.

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Well, two days ago my uncle (via email) asked me what provincial park Kim and I used to go camping at. In my my obsessive need to help, I went a little further than simply stating the campground - I not only provided a link to the place, but also a link to the site we usually visit along with a very detailed description of why we love it so much and why we always choose the same site....I must

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June eh...Wow the time is flying. (For instance, it has been 20 minutes since I finished that last/first line - I better pick up the pace.)So, my house wife is still working out ok. I don't think I have been to the grocery store in the last few weeks so I'm liking that. The only complaint I suppose is the mama's boy that has suddenly taken over my son. The thought of me giving him his bottle

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Well, I got me a good 'Ol fashion house wife. We'll see how long it lasts, but so far so good.With no students to run her crazy experiments on, or with, or whatever she does, Kim is now officially off for the summer. I say officially because anytime in the last month or so that I popped in on her at work she was busy doing nothing... But as of today, no more trying to look busy.We probably would

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Well, I couldn't go the entire month of April without a post, so here goes nothing. (I'll try not to cop out and just post a few pics or movies).So, April eh:We started out the month with Kim's Birthday. She got her ice cream cake so all was well. It was a fairly low key event. We did the cake and present thing on the Wednesday (the actual day) and Kim took the following day off to make use of

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...He's the one in the middle... wearing green... named Gord...

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Can I come out of the non-posting corner yet? Pleeeease??Ugh.... Ugh! To me, that says it all, but it wouldn't be much of a post. Well, about a week ago Gord started his fever and a few randomly timed vomits. At daycare on Wednesday (of last last week) his temperature hit somewhere around 103ish so we picked him up early and ended up bringing him to Emerg. Our doctor had already left her office

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A Tale Of Two Gordon's...It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.He was the best of health, he was the worst of health.He had a moderate fever, he had his highest fever.He went to daycare, he was sent home from daycare.He ate nearly nothing, he vomited more than everything.He couldn't get into the doctors, he was in and out of Children's Emerg.He slept all night, he wouldn't stay

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Ok, I finally gave in... i hate change.

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...um... hello?I realize it has been quite some time, and I kinda forget how to do this. To be honest, for the last few weeks I've been cowering with a touch of shameful anxiety due to the lack of posts.... but to make up for it I was thinking that I was going to post something super cool so every one would be like, "wow, that was SO worth the wait"... but truth be told, I got nothing.So, I

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Well, another family gathering has been (possibly) cancelled due to Ol Ma Nature.We were supposed to get up to C-Wood later today for my Mom's B-day, with a drop in on Alex and her folks tomorrow, but yeah, the (literally) over 2 feet of snow (literally) has put a kink in that plan.We're hoping it melts by this afternoon...

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As written on Gordon's 'notes' from Daycare today:8:40 - "Went to have a snack but vomited"... and that's all she wrote!At 8:41 I got the phone call... equivalent to a call from the police at 2am... I knew what it meant.fade to hazy black as we enter the flashback sequence...Yesterday when I brought Gord in to daycare I was warned that we may see "OUTBREAK" signs posted by the ministry. There had

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Happy Birthday Gordon!Or, click here if having 'issues'.

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As you can probably tell, I really like to look back and reflect on the past. Well, it's hard not to this week, as it was 52 weeks ago today that this long strange trip began.I thought that while I was spending a lot of time reflecting, I can let you in on the fun...Friday Morning - The Sweep - are we having a baby?Friday Afternoon - The Update - It doesn't look like we're having a babyFriday

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Well, due to the HORRENDOUS weather Toronto was having this morning my Uncles flight was cancelled... and by horrendous, I mean a little fog! Bastards.We were looking so forward to a night out too. We never get to go out, and even more rare is an opportunity to hang out and party with my family. After a half hour of solid complaining and 'woe is us' we tried inviting over a few friends (the few

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... and I was doing so good too at posting everyday!Excuse: I was very sick. Very.The boy passed along his cold and it hit me a lot harder than it hit him - or, I'm just a bigger suck because I was immobilized.Anyhow, not much to talk about other than the headache, the aches, sleepless nights and the ball of phlegm I've collected... ok, just kidding, no sleepless nights!Speaking of sleepless

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Ahh, Sunday.This past week Gord has come down with a really bad runny/clogged nose and a cough. It's so sad to hear him coughing and wheezing at night. His nose gets so clogged that he must breath through his mouth - as a result he can't keep his soother in. This causes him quite the dilemma. If he becomes conscious enough and replaces the soother into his mouth it quickly inhibits the breathing

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Though we have been married 4 years, I still like to celebrate our original anniversary... it's so much more impressive. So, this week we will be 'celebrating' our 11 year mockiversary!As this year happens to fall on the respective days they originally fell on (i.e like November 25th 2005, November 25th 2006 is also a Saturday), so it is very easy for me to be reminded of the events that took

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11-17Gordon was busy playing with the juice lids today. He was putting them in the big red bucket and tapping them together to make big noise. Lots of fun, Gordon!

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Here are the notes from Gordon's Day Care 'Daily Report' starting from his first day...8-30Gordon spent a lot of time exploring today. The other babies brought him things to explore. He seemed to really like the duplo caterpillar. He pushed it around for a while.8-31Gordon spent a lot of time with our musical instruments today. He especially liked the shakers and the string of bells.9-01Gordon

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"Gordon was busy doing all kinds of things today. He enjoyed the balls & shopping baskets, banging on the drums and swinging in the airplane!".

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"Gordon was very fascinated with the mactac. He crawled right over to it and started touching it. He wasn't too sure what to think at first!".

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"Gordon was having fun exploring the musical kit today. He was shaking the bells and the noisy rattles. Lots of giggles, Gordon.".

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Ok, Gordon eh...Well, I have definitely noticed a change in him this week - and I'm not just making something up so I have something to 'Review'. He has really improved in his motor skills (in the larger and more literal sense of the word... he really "motor's" around now).As I mentioned last week, Gord goes through stages where he learns a new skill and is happy in perfecting this skill.

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Today Gord had a play date. Kind of a last minute thing, but Gord got to hang out with the 2 sons of some friends of ours. The one boy is the same age as Gord, while the older brother is 3. It was really fun to see them interact together. Gord had a lot of fun (based on the fact that we went almost 2 hours without whining, and even survived a few tumbles) - it really goes to show that he needs

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As written in the 'notes' on Gord's 'daily report' from day care today:"Gordon was chatting away today... telling all sorts of stories!!:) You could tell when he was excited about something because he'd get louder & louder."

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So I have blood running down my chin. I have been biting my tongue so hard for so long that I need to relieve a little of the pressure.Some who have been unfortunate enough to be around me whenever there is mention of Sept. 11 have an idea of what I am capable of getting into... don't worry, I will try and keep the flailing, botched bush impressions, dramatic re-enactments and interpretive dance

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What does it take to start your own religion? Can just anyone decide one day to start one up? Do you have to register it, and if so, where do you do that? What's the difference between an 'organized religion' and a 'cult'? If you want to start up your own religion does that make you crazy? If so, call me crazy!!Ok, well, maybe not start a religion in the interpreted sense of the word... but a '

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NOOOOOOO!Where did Cupid go wrong??

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Earlier this afternoon I was on campus chatting with a few profs. I was on my way from one office to another when I began approaching a prof I knew (more so through Kim as he is one of the Prof's she works with). Well, Dr. T as I shall call him, was talking to someone (young girl, brown hair, pony-tail, nice butt,). As I passed behind them, (her backside, with him facing me), I said hello to him

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Blink, Blink, Blink... the flashing cursor on the blank space taunts me. Well, that's better, 1 line down. Look at that, and another...Ha ha... this is SO hilarious! I really wish there was a way I could capture in words what is going down.As I sit here scratching my head trying to put words down in my "Blog", I have 'Corner Gas' on the tele. (vision that is, not phone). Anyhow, I'm sitting

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Gordon, Gordon, Gordon. Where do I start?Gord has become increasingly, well how do I say it, oh yeah, stubborn. Um, I can't forget demanding... and of course whiny. Did I mention whiny? Just in case I didn't, he is very whiny. Ok, I did mention it, but I didn't mention it in BIG BOLD LETTERS: WHINY! Don't get me wrong, he is still the cutest thing that I have ever seen, but let me put it this

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I'm happy. I just found a blogger that went missing...Enjoy.

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Ok - what Dave said.I don't think that Kim should be too quick to call me out - after all her post was really just a statement about me missing my post. That shouldn't count, and certainly isn't entertaining. Sheesh.Anyhow, yes, I was out last night. Wow - 2 nights in a row. I almost have a social life. Hmm, except Wednesday night I was having a few beer with a Prof... and last night was watching

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Ok, well the circle of life continues... born, die, born again, and, well die again (That's for all you Buddhist bloggers out there. For the christian bloggers, it's more like, born, die, and if you didn't 'post' every day, well then you rot in hell for all eternity)...I didn't exactly live up to my commitment to post more. I promise to make more of an effort though. However, I don't need to

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Did I use that title before? It seems familiar... but nonetheless a relevant title.Sorry about the triple post... I guess I had some posts to catch up on, and that seemed the easiest way to get the post count up.I have to say that I made several attempts at posting over the last month or so, but half way through the posts I realized how boring they were so I would end up deleting, or just saving

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Damn pop-ups!I use Firefox, so I never noticed, however last night when we got to Sharon's place I was bombarded with Pop Up ads when I opened her Internet Explorer.It drove me crazy.Today, after setting her up on wireless (which is a WHOLE other story that I really don't have time to get into), I thought I would try and save her computer from these damn pop ups that would happen when Internet

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Congratulations Dave & Tam!Little Girl Grant (Alexandra) was born this morning at approx 2:50am via C-Section after a very long day!I'm so happy for you both and I can't wait to meet my little niece.Cheers.

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Flashing forward 4 years, all I could picture was gord running into the house screaming,"Mommy, Mommy, look what I found!!!"We found this in the driveway... eewwww.

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Well today was the second day, and I was really hoping I would have a better experience picking up Gord.After walking in on the boy yesterday, I was very curious to see what I was going to witness today...I walked in on the room of kiddies playing and I again quickly ask how Gord is doing...I turn the corner, and there is my sweet little boy...In the corner of the room is a swing hanging from the

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Well, today was the first day. Gordo's BIG day!... Day care!Kim started working on Monday. That was hard for her. One because we didn't get in from Sudbury until after midnight, but also for the more obvious reason. Kim had probably had not been away from Gordie more than 8 hours cumulative in the last 8 months - now she had to go 8 hours straight without seeing him - this was a first.She handled

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Today is my 4 year wedding anniversary. Yay for us! I thought this was a worthy cause to break my blog-o-silence.While it doesn’t seem like ‘just yesterday’, it doesn’t seem like long ago either that we got up in front of our families and promised to put each other before ourselves… and I can honestly say we have stayed true to that promise.I’d like to think, and without sounding arrogant, I

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Yeah, I should be excited, elated, jubilant, (insert 'happy' synonym here - and by the way, why are there no synonyms for "synonym" - weird"), but I'm just feeling angry.This seems to happen quite a bit before I embark on something excting, or 'fun filled'. I'm not sure why, but I just get angry on the verge of vacations, parties, etc.Anyhow, I am excited about getting to Florida, it's just the

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Where have I been? I've been asking myself that in more ways than one lately... but that's for another postcard.Anyhow, we're back from the Great North, and it was a really great trip. It is really great to see everyone, and it really felt more like a vacation than a weekend visit. We were able to pack so many things in in such a short time, but it really didn't feel overwhelming, or exhausting.

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Ok... the laptop is at Future Shop... so please leave me alone!

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The other night, rather than sleep, I was doing my regular blog rounds (family, friends, professional bloggers, etc) and came across a reference to another blog. I began reading, and was quite impressed - well written, sarcarstic, and very funny. I enjoyed it so much that I decided to show off my 'find' to Kim last night with one particular post he made. (Btw, I was very proud of stumbling across

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Holy crap!...and I thought I knew how to have a good time doing a jig...Watch this video.Cheers.

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...and a few others... 

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Gordon seems to have a new 'thing'. He sticks out his tongue.Yeah, he often had his tongue resting near the edge of his mouth, but this new 'habit' started last night. He literally has his tongue hanging out of his mouth - all the time. To the point where I actually looked up if there could be anything wrong with that, and concerned that his tongue may be 'swollen'... cause it's way out

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Yay... Gord likes me the best.As last night was Friday, it became my night to get up when the boy needed soothing etc. Well, the last few nights, he has been getting up quite often, and Kim even had to break the new trend and feed him several times including prior to 3am.... Well, I am happy to report, that Gord, knowing it was my night to get up, only woke ONCE at 3:15... ate, then woke for the

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So, what a house this has been. We just started feeling lonely following my mom's departure when more company settled upon our humble abode filling the house with activity. We have become so used to company, that Kim and I can go days without talking to each other…So, Monday evening we were finally introduced to Celia (from Ottawa) when Kim’s lab cronies gathered for a pamper party. It was so

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Prelude to some pics...

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Oh Father's Day...The day started out just dandy... by dandy, I mean just like every other day. (Ha ha, just kidding Kimmy... well, kinda - ha).Kim had absolutely fantastic intentions... she had big plans on bringing me my son, and coffee in bed. Unfortunately, she thought I wanted sleep more. So, I ended up lying in bed for about an hour (sleeping off and on), waiting for this first father's

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Well, today is Father’s Day. Yes my first Father’s Day. While it is special because it is my first, it’s only going to become more special as the years go by, and I can take the time to reflect on all the good times I’ve had with Gord (et al). Having said that, I can’t help but think of the great times I’ve had with my dad… I thought I’d share a few.The drives to school/workI’m sure a big part of

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Mmmm... Saturday's!Kim doesn't know what she's missing... little miss sleepy sleeperson.Gord and I are having a nice and relaxing Saturday morning - just hanging out, listening to some new* music, having a coffee, and being cute. Well, I'm having the coffee, and Gord is being cute.* Yesterday, as I was finishing up some yard work**, I went to put some things back in the Focus Trunk, and came

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Ok, so, he's not constipated.3 Poops in 2 hours tells me loud and clear this baby is not constipated anymore.Just thought I would provide that little update.Cheers.

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Well, our little plan appears to be working.First off, for the last week or so, Gordie has been extremely easy to put to bed. His 'routine' finally clicked.Strip DownFeedBath(Lullabies CD)(Dark room, lying on the floor)DiaperMassageDressCribNormally, it would take anywhere from 2 to 10 trips back upstairs to his room where we would need to re-insert his soother, or often stop him from crying/

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Cheeeeeeese......Thanks 'Uncle Dave' & 'Auntie Tam'.Cheers.

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I NEVER use 'Full Serve' at a gas station.There just seems something wrong about having someone else pump your gas - especially when there is self serve available 2 pumps over.However... today I needed gas on my way home, and Gord was sleeping in the back, so I didn't want to have to get out etc... and I just so happened to be coming up to 2 gas stations.One on the left, one on the right.Both '

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If all the other bloggers jump off a bridge, does that mean I have to too?Tis the season for updates...Oh how life changes. I read Lyndsay's recent entry about her weekend of parties, camp, sauna's, swims, sleeping until 1pm, going out after going out, (and partying with MY family (in-laws)) and coming in at 4:30am, only to sleep some more... and I had no idea such a life could exist.The funny,

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Well, actually, I'm not the copy cat, Gord is.As touched on yesterday, Gord was quite the cranky pants. He was really teething, and i'm sure he could pick up on the negative energy that was spewing out of Kim and I .Kim tried feeding him some rice cereal yesterday morning - as we are now moving it to twice a day. He ate a good portion. However, come dinner time, the boy wanted nothing to do with

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What a crummy day!We all woke up in a bit of a funk today. Gord slept pretty good last night and woke for the day at 7 (which is SO much better than the 5 am habit he was getting in to). The weather was crappy, and it just seemed to be a blugh day.I worked from home today - lot's of little tedious crap that piles up, and makes you feel like you are working, but not actually accomplishing anything

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Well, after his nap, he was a little upset with me, happy to see mom, but let me re-establish myself as a useful member of this parental unit.Oh Gordie...

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Well, I tried... and I suck.Today Kim had a bridal shower to go to, so I was going to have the afternoon with the boy. Even a week ago, this would not have been possible. Gord has long ago rejected anything but ‘the source’ when it comes to his food. Bottles didn’t work – even with breast milk. However earlier this week, when he started solids, a ‘replacement’ meal became possible.So, the thought

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Well, over the last week, Gord has become increasingly fascinated with his new discovery. (And no, it is not his penis). He will be playing with a toy, grabbing something, or just partaking in general flailing, and his hand will pass his face and grab his attention. Whatever he was doing is quickly forgotten and he is mesmerized by this five digit appendage. He will stare intently at his hand,

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Wow, today was quite the day... a BIG FIRST for Gordie...XXX XXXX X XXX X X XXXX!!! XX XX XXXXXXXX, XXXX XXXX.X XXX XX XX "XXXXXX XXXX XXX" X XXXXXX!!! XXXXXX XXX, XXXXXXXX XXX XXXX XXX XXXX XX, XXX XXXXX XXX XXXXXX. XX'X XX X XXXX XXXXXX XXXXX, XXXX XXXXXX XX.XXXX XXXXX XXX XXXXXX XXXXXXX XX XX, XXXXXX XXXX X XXXXX XXX X XXXXXXX! X XXX XX X XXX XXXX X XXX X X XXXX! XX XX XXXXXXXX, XXXX XXXX.X

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Ok, i've come to terms with a few personal and physical limitations over the last few years... i'll never be able to see the top of my fridge, I'm fine with that (at least I've mastered the top of the counter!)... I'll never be a singer in a band, I'll stick with butchering nursery rhymes (Gord doesn't judge!)... And i'll never have a really cool 'high top' (While I would love to say I came to

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"Who 'Dat?"Before...After...

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Happy Birthday Lynds!

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Ok, so... big weekend.First , the firsts... Mother's Day!It was kimmy's first mommy's day, so of course it was a big deal. After a very very very long night of Gord's restlessness, Kim tried to get a few extra z's. I brought Gord up to her at some point and they had some quality time...We had a quiet morning. Kim's mom came in Friday so it was nice for Kim to be with her on Mother's Day.I made

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Well, I have one word regarding last night...holyshitthatconcertfuckingrocked!I find it quite humorous to think back to five minutes prior to winning these tickets... I was thinking to myself as I listened to the 'new' single (and I quote) "I hate Pearl Jam - they suck now".You know how you hear these stories of people losing their faith in religion only to have a near death experience and 'see

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First there was the Sheddon incident... now there appears to be a new crazed ruffian on the loose...Her victims: BabiesHer weapon of choice: Nail Clippers!Her 'Handle': The ButcherLock up your children, and watch out for the clipper flailing 'mad-mother'.Stay posted for further developments.

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So, the day started as usual… at 2:15 am with Gordon’s first wake up. It’s the weekend, which means that I’m on call, so off to grab him I went. Sometimes we luck out, and he goes back to sleep until 6 or 7… not today! He was up every hour until his official wake up at 6:10. We both tried really hard to be neglectful parents and just fall back asleep with him between us, but the amazing parents

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Oh Gordie, when will you cease being so cute!!!I remember the first month, or for that matter, the first week and time seemed to stand still. Now, I can't believe you're 5 months old. I completely understand where other parents (including your grandparents) are coming from when they say their kids go from diapers to dating, to babies of their own before they know it.I'm very conscious of this

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Gord, I tell ya (shaking fist in the air)...This boy of ours has been a real hit and miss when it comes to sleep. Several weeks back he was horrible at getting to sleep, but once asleep, he would grace us with a semi-full night sleep - waking once around 2am, then again for the morning around 7...Then, he lost the habit of screaming for 45 minutes before falling asleep, and decided he was all

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Hmph, I really suck.I used to be so current in my postcards, and now look at me... over 1 week between posts. I make myself sick.Part of the reason has to do with the fact that I want to keep the few people that return here up to date about things, but more importantly, I want to keep myself mindful of how things have gone.I just spent a few minutes reading some of the posts from the past and it

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