51/100 happy weeks – Yes Chef

GUESS WHAT!?!

I did it, I started my contribution to dinner time.  Yep, I pulled those sausages from the freezer and sat them on the counter to defrost.  I actually did two things, decided we were having sausages for dinner AND prepped them for Chef E; how do you like them apples? Continue reading

27/100 happy weeks (coming, part deux)

I read an article for husbands of pregnant wives, basically letting us off the hook for everything.  I am using reason #9 for having not published a post in way too long … Lazy.  Pregnant women are lazy they say, and for this first time mama I am accepting myself for who I am right now and no less, lol, laziness and all.  It’s really the weirdest thing, I have no desire to do anything unless it has to do with baby.  It’s like a switch was flipped and the “who care’s” button was pushed – poor hubby, if I didn’t already know I wanted to keep him around for life this would of proved time to make that decision. (#getyourown #hesmine, for you Cara S.)

It was 6 weeks 2 days ago at 8pm we were sitting waiting for our appointment.  Feeling excited and nervous, the nice woman (that’s why you pay for private), called us in.  The next ten minutes were it, there was no turning back.  Having no clue what we were looking for (that umbilical cord can be deceiving), she gave us one last chance to back out – we were on a mission and our need for planing outfits and room decor solidified there was only one way out.  Thankfully,  the baby cooperated, it was clear as day, no trouble at all letting us know who was coming in August.

I do have to preface, regardless of the sex E and I both knew that we were going to be in for some major payback.  Boy or girl, either one was going to get us to the grave sooner than later, so when she said my intuition was right E had already started scheming.

Definitely her father’s daughter, she had no problem expressing herself to us from the womb that night.  As we looked at the t.v screen she started pointing her finger at us, waving (which we ooh’d and awww’d) until this conversation took place,

Technician: “Wow, having no problem confirming she is a girl!” (again and again she could find those 3 lines) And again, “look at her, legs are spread wide open for everyone to see!”.  I laugh now and I did then too, but my response hit home for ‘dad’ over here,

Me: “Well, she better close ’em when she gets out or we’re going to have bigger problems”

Those oooh’s and awww’s were replaced with thoughts of her looking back at us thinking, “poor suckers, see you soon”.

E might of had a minor heart attack right then and there – the payback begins already.

It’s hard to explain that moment when you find out.  Once you know, you know for good.  You can’t take it back, no surprise at the end of 9 months (a small percentage for some) and for a moment you question if you did the right thing.  It was clear confirmation we did the right thing, we named her at the Keg right after.  Time to start shopping and planning that baby room!!  Oh wait, it’s called a nursery… where did I put those books?

10 and 18 weeks

Here is a sneak peak of how quickly these babies grow.  What used to be a penthouse she was living in is now closing in on her, lol, would this be considered your first life lesson?This is at 10 & 18 weeks – we are now 24!

 

The next day (grandma) barb was down for a visit and E was going in for oral surgery.

In defence of my ‘lazy’ argument, I haven’t just been twiddling my thumbs and sleeping.  Sleeping yes, but a lot has been accomplished that has to do with … ‘her’.

The name board I created was now organized and all the boy names could be placed under the No category, we entered Babies R Us for the first time not having a clue as to why there was so much stuff when all we needed was a crib and a stroller ….. (we have learned since), purchased baby furniture – I am in love, found the
bedding we wanted and now we are in decorating mode, which makes me extremely happy!  As most of you know, E and creativity go together like vanilla ice cream and fudge sauce – like, how do you have them apart?!?  Needless to say we have been equally involved in the decorating process and doing really good at agreeing on a lot – to my happy surprise.  Now that we have a plan in place for the room I am thinking of dedicating the next few posts to ‘The Room’.  What do you think?

Part deux to follow….. food cravings, maternity clothes and my new sleeping partner!

Kiki xoxo

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3/100 happy weeks – Busy Bee’s

Now that our public appearances have ended for the next while it was time to hit the papers or what we now call the Internet and get serious about finding a job.

I had already lined up two meetings this week so off to a good start.  My first meeting was with Kristina. Her and I met once before on my first visit to Winnipeg, and it was like meeting an old friend, if it had been more like a Saturday at 11am  instead of Friday at 9AM we would have ordered a bottle of wine and a charcuterie platter, but coffee and eggs it was.   So, needless to say I was looking forward to our Monday luncheon.  We discussed business and up-coming opportunities and our social calendars all at the same time – dinner at our place and hot tub at their house.  As a TH you have to put your priorities first you know…

My second meeting I had was mid-week with Lily.  We connected through LinkedIn and she was  (thankfully) willing to meet with me.  I don’t know if  it was my eagerness or that my life as a TH had been so hectic lately, but I was a bit early in meeting her, I showed up at Starbucks, waited, emailed her and finally decided that she wasn’t coming.  I probably should have taken note when the barista gave me a vanilla rooboise tea instead of chamomile that my day was going to be off.  What I came to realize was that my day was really off, a week off in fact, yep a week early, probably not as awkward though as me asking around if anyone was named Lily at 930 in the morning….   Thankfully she still met with me… a week later.  After our meeting I was re-invigorated in my job search and equipped with new ways to navigate my way through the Winnipeg marketplace.

Amazingly enough, I received a call for an interview for the following week – will keep you posted!

As we all may know (or have guessed), my meals may not be the most exciting on the pallet, so when it came to Friday E was itching to eat out and of course he had places in mind, 3 to be exact.    With our first (and short lived) bout of flurries this week, it was no surprise that one of the resto’s was Thai; we were definitely missing our Spadina comfort food this week.

We were told that down the street from us was a really good Thai restaurant called Siam.  On our menu we ordered the pork lettuce wrap (emphasis  on ‘hot chilli’ would have been a nice touch on the menu) but as suckers for punishment we ate it all and wanted more, thai style wonton soup which was delish and so fresh,  spicy fried rice that could of borrowed some chilli’s from the wrap and stir-fried fish in lemon grass sauce where the fish was cooked perfect.  As for the sauce, I am sure it’s a personal choice.  As a our first foray into the Asian dining market in Winnipeg, I would give a 7.5/10… will keep you posted, apparently there is a chinatown here.

Saturday came and went but it was Sunday morning that was action packed.  Drum roll please…. Curling!

As you might be envisioning E trying to bend down, me trying to walk on ice  (baby giraffe), I am sorry to disappoint.  There is no video and it wasn’t us who were curling, this time.  We were at the women’s Grand Slam Curling finals (in Selkirk, MB – a quaint town with vibe equivalent to that of Grand Bend in the height of Winter and our first foray outside of “the city”) with Alberta playing Sweden we saw 2014 Olympians in action.  And, considering this was the only sport E watched all winter he knew them by name.  With free F.M radio’s so you could listen to the broadcast with the occasional interception of country music, a large popcorn and tea (it was filling a lot of needs like warmth and hunger at 9am) we were set for the morning.

Our afternoon was consumed with an Indian food buffet at 3pm which landed us into a food coma by 330.  And, to add a little more suffering to our lives there is nothing like being in a state of complete comatose and someone still wanting to hit that third restaurant for a glass of wine.

As I sit barely breathing in the passenger seat off we headed to Cibo Waterfront Cafe .  It is the old pump house in Winnipeg that closed down in 1990.   Great atmosphere and views along the river, we had coffee instead in attempts to keep our heads from hitting the table.  As it mildly worked we made our way home and plopped on the couch, in front of our laptop (don’t ask about the t.v situation) and turned on Netflix.

P.S Alberta won!

P.P.S to add insult to injury, we were 5 minutes away from the house when I remembered we had to find a “Welcome to Winnipeg” sign for the family calendar – with us in front of it.   Just an hour detour to the airport and back.  Thank goodness for all the lights at the airport because we sure didn’t make it before sunset.

Kiki