The Toronto International Design Festival (TIDF) is winding down and I was lucky enough to be asked by one of my favourite design blogs, Moco Loco to give them my take on Toronto.
Oh, and if you haven't been on my updated "About Me", I have also started a little side project called Le Petit Poulet.
Could you just DIE over the scrumptious-ness that is my nephew? Work is busy so I won’t be seeing him for a couple weeks so I SIMPLY had to go visit him last week. He’s such a sweet baby. Every time I see him, he falls asleep on my shoulder. He fidgets and fusses for half a second and then simply falls over… His little snores just slay me…
Mama Kang has this theory about pregnancy…How the mother feels will also affect the child. So if the mother is morose, you’ll have a weepy child etc.
I usually do not abide by her “crazy” theories but Stefan’s pretty convinced that our child will come out laughing (well after the original crying, that is). He’s always saying how my mother and I are such giggle monsters.
In fact, half the time my mother and I are bent over, practically crying with laughter while Stefan usually looks patiently bemused and Papa Kang is resigned (he’s had to deal with a lot of laughing episodes over the years). Needless to say, I’ve spent the majority of my pregnancy laughing…
This is a picture of Mama Kang and the original Mama-nator during her 90th birthday this past December. I think you will find that laughter is hereditary in our family…
Dearest Stefan,
What a bad wife I was last year! I just realized that I did not do a posting for our 3rd year wedding anniversary. As you like to remind me, supposedly I have also been neglectful about giving you your 3rd year anniversary present. I don't remember this at all, but somehow you, Mr. Holey Brain, seems to. According to you, I was supposed to give you a child in our 3rd year. So, I am a year late...plus, have you seen me lately? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!!!
I was remembering the early days of our courtship the other day. You were so cautious about being in a relationship. It wasn't really about me, it was the fact that you had ended a long term relationship and you weren't really sure about whether or not you could commit to anyone. You weren't even sure about the idea of love...
I am going to preface this by saying I am about to have a mini vent on this matter.
Lately, people have been telling me how things will change in regards to my love for Mindy. How I will no longer love her and perhaps will want to give her away once the baby comes. The funny thing is the majority of the people telling me this are dog owners. And when I say, "Well, you seem to still be able to love your dog and your child..." The reply from them is that, "Oh, that's different. Loving a dog is different..."
Granted, we have some cat owner friends who have wanted to get rid of their pets once their baby has arrived. But in general, there seems to be more hate on the dog owner side... And I don't really get that attitude. I grew up with dogs and I always envision that one day in my future, we will have one. I never ever thought I would or ever could love a cat. And then came Mindy, and I do. I love her as much as I can love any human being. I think if you love a pet, that pet simply is a member of your family.
I am hoping to take the route Marie did with Monkey when Ryo was born. Ryo was raised to know that Monkey was very much a family member. In fact, Ryo always called Monkey her "big sister."
So the other night, I looked down and realized that I could not see my feet. When the heck did this happen? I know it's ridiculous not to expect this stage but I am nonetheless still slightly taken aback whenever I look down. Just the other day, I misjudged the size of my belly and tried to squeeze through a tight space and ended up bruising my belly button. Stefan, needless to say, was not pleased...The doctor had to reassure him that no damage had been done. I can't even begin to imagine how protective he's going to be when the child is actually out of my body.
Another unexpected change is that I seemed to have lost the ability to roll myself over. Sometimes I find myself sleeping on my back. And then I have to nudge and ask Stef to turn me over. Except most times I am deeply asleep and all I can do is grunt and wave a hapless hand. For some reason, Stefan finds this uproariously funny and says that I look like a turtle caught on its back in the middle of the road. Sometimes I really wish boys could be pregnant for even just one day, just for them to see how bewildering all this is.