Daria’s Life

Never forget the simple joy of walking into the room and having your little ones run up to you with arms outstretched saying “Mommy! It’s You!”

How many of you out there have had “issues” with what to name your new baby? It’s like the bain of my exsitance these days when my hubby and I sit down and rifle through baby name books, family names, scrabble boards (jokes). We just can’t seem to find the right fit and the right fit is so hard. It’s almost like picking a Brand Name for your product, what will people associate with that particular name? What feelings will it envoke? Will the kid get beat up in the school parking lot? Will young girls swoon just hearing his name? Can you picture your child as an adult with the same name? I can think of alot of cutesy names right now for a sweet little pudgy faced baby with drool hanging down his chin, but is that the type of name you want your child to deal with for the rest of his life? Will he hate you for naming him Pooky??? Will he hate you even worse for naming him BRUTUS?? (no offense to any Brutus’s out there?).
Next is the whole family issue, with so many extended family members each having opinions about what’s hot and what’s not. Everyone has some association to particular names and you hear the common comment of “I knew a guy named ……. once and he was a loser!” lol. Or… “um, no offense Daria but my neighbour has a dog named that.” After hearing that you couldn’t possibly name your child after your sister’s neighbours dog…could you???
Imagine standing up in Elementary school and telling your class how you got your name. “Um…my parents just really liked the name Sparky.”

So that being said, do you have any Favorite names right now? Suggestions? I’m open to hearing them. I want a name for my son that’s either classic or unique but not weird. Strong but not bullyish :0)
No dog’s names please! LOL!! Parrots, horses and wildcats will be considered…
Thanks!

Just when I thought that this baby couldn’t possibly “sink” any lower he goes and drops even further. I feel like a walking beach ball with legs! Let me rephrase that - a waddling beach ball with legs.
I’m so emotional lately, having a strong desire to have Nathan around as much as possible. It’s comforting to know that he’s here if anything should happen. I dread him going to school each day, just because I fear that when it comes time to make the run to the hospital the dental school secretary won’t be able to find him, and she’ll have to fill in and be the one telling me to push!! I’m sure that’s not in her job description though. :0)

Just wanted to share this picture of my little Joshy (3 years). His sweet little Angel face and his Daddy’s hand! We’re LOVING our new Canon 20D camera and I’m shooting up a storm of pictures! Can’t wait to share more with you but isn’t my baby boy just precious??!!!

We all know it. Like a 12 story drop from West Edmonton Mall’s Drop of Doom. Let me point out that I was no where near a mall, and completely grounded when my heart sunk yesterday. In case you haven’t guessed yet, this is Nathan and I’m a Forgetful Person (I imagine a crowd chanting back “Hi Nathan”). I’ve tried to deny it over the years, even work on it, but if you ask my family, friends or colleagues they all have a story of when I have misplaced, lost, deserted or forgotten some event, something, someone. Alas my past is littered with lost sweatshirts, countless searches for keys and one terrible terrible frantic search for a 2 year-old in a department store-or more recently a parking stub.

Ever stick your hand in your pocket and find money you’d forgotten about? This is the exact opposite. Several hours after being dropped off ever so sweetly by my wife and children I was strolling down a hallway lost in my thoughts about something or other only to be interrupted by a what’s that? Imagine my surprise when I pulled out the parking stub. Picture my face as I ground to a halt realizing what this meant–first for my wife and then slowly following-for me. Several hours had past so it was highly highly unlikely she was still trapped in the parking lot. So I pondered what she must have done, er rather, gone through to get out. Trapped in a busy and fixed schedule for the day I carried on and as you may have guessed forgotten about the whole thing.

That is until I called home, with the utmost of concern for my ailing wife, to check in. No details are necessary. “Read my blog” was part of the conversation. I came home fully exposed for the absent-minded person I am on the internet some crying for flesh and punishment, others for bribery and reward.

I cooked dinner tonight. Cleaned the kitchen (and 3 days of dishes) and the living room. Penance. Oh and did I mention the gross gross amount of money I spent on my wife’s new camera? Please internet give me redemption.

I was just having this sweet and tender discussion with my 3 year old about the new baby. We talk about the baby all of the time, he kisses my stomach and thinks he’s pregnant too. We want to try and prepare the kids as much as possible for all the changes that take place when a new little one arrives and starts sucking up all of your time (not to mention money, boobs, etc.! LOL).
Anyway, I was just saying “Joshy, you know that when the baby comes he’s going to be really small”
“OK mom!”
“Joshy, babies sometimes cry alot when they are little. Will you love the baby and hug him if he cries?”
TA DA…. my son’s honest response
“Baby cries I punch him!”
Oh man, tune in over the next few months to see if we make it through. At least he gave me fair warning!!

Honey I adore you - you know I do but I have a bone to pick with you buddy and it might as well be here for all to see!!
This morning while dropping off my Dental Student husband at the hospital so he could go on rotations, he pulled into the paid parking lot and hopped out of the van. Kissing me and the kids goodbye for the day I watched him happily jump into the elevator on his way to his big day. I hobbled around the car, buckled up my big belly and started to drive to the exit. (you know, the kind with the big old Imposing arm that holds you in until you pay?). I reached onto the dash to grab the little parking ticket and my heart sank…he took it with him! Oh great, I have no idea where in that huge hospital to find him, I’m having contractions and have two kids under 3 with me - I’m not about to drag them kicking and screaming through the sterile corridors just for a measly ticket.
I then have a brainstorm…I pull up to the entrance and hop out of the van, I press the button thinking I’m brilliant and that I’ll just get a NEW ticket and be on my way. No chance baby, thanks for playing. Apparently the wise parking ticket police have set it up so that you actually need the weight of a vehicle on their sensor in order to have a ticket come out. I look at my ever growing belly and start wondering to myself if I can just jump the right way maybe the sensor could still pick up the weight of my 8 month preggo body and think that I’m a car!! I don’t know if I felt more elated or annoyed that it didn’t work but hey I’m sure the older gentleman at the front door in his hospital gown, smoking his cigs got a good laugh out of it. (*note to self…when feeling fat remember you don’t weight as much as your van!). I must admit in my frustration that I did think they were pretty brillian,t after all if it weren’t the case many people who park there for days on end would be able to just run up to the front gate pay a buck and be happy little fools that they were brilliant like me!
I got back into the van and finally succumbed to the realization that I had no more light bulb moments on the way, Begging was my only option now. As I approached the exit there is no attendant in sight only a big red sign that reads…HAVE YOUR TICKET READY, NO ATTENDANT ON DUTY. Umm…can I cry now? I drive up to the gate and push the HELP ME I’m TRAPPED and have exhausted all possibilities button, The cars and vans are lining up behind me, children are getting older, people are getting cranky, horns start beeping, I’m sure I was called a few interesting names as I waited for the response on the speaker. I plead my case and the lady LAUGHED at me! YEP she laughed (she’d been watching the whole thing on the video feed of the parking lot!!). Kindly she said “just hang on one second” and punched in some numbers into her control panel…suddenly I was free! Free to drive….free to breathe again…free to leave that darn hospital. The kids even cheered (of their own accord) when we started to move.
Yes every word is true! Yes….hubby is in for it when he gets home. I doubt that I even need to mention he’ll be riding on the bus tonight, this taxi has taken her last passenger for the day!

I am so excited! My Mother-in-law is coming to visit us! Now before you think I’m totally insane I just want to share the uniqueness of the relationship that we have you so can understand. She & I were in fact “friends” and good friends at that before I even met my husband! Hilarious I know! I am what seems to be one of the very few people in the world who love to have their MIL come and visit. We enjoy so many of the same things, in fact we’re very much alike in alot of ways. My father-in-law calls us affectionately the psychic twins because it’s almost eerie how we can finish each others sentences or come up with the same thoughts at the same time.
So now that I’ve spilled the beans to all of you I’d love to know, what’s your relationship like with your own MIL?? Am I the only one in the Universe that would actually willingly and excitedly choose to spend time with my mother-in-law? So tell me, do you get along with your in-laws? Love ‘em?? Be honest I won’t email them to let them know if you don’t I promise. I realize that I’m just a rare entity! LOL!
I have a feeling this is going to be an interesting topic to check back in on!

I just adore my little kids, they come up with the cutest stuff. My three year old truly believes that he is totally invisible when he closes his eyes. I love to play with him and pretend right along with him. He does this in the mornings sometimes when I drop him off to play at Debbie’s house. I’ll look into the back seat and he’s sitting there with his eyes closed tightly and a HUGE grin on his face. I’ll have to take a picture so you can see how precious this look is. Anyway I come around to his side of the car and go through a whole dramatic investigation to “find” where Joshy could possibly be. It totally cracks me up and is so endearing to watch your kids be creative and imaginative. I love the stage he’s at right now…finally through those terrible two’s and into the really fun Three’s!

Hi friends,
Just sharing a shot of my tummy so you can see how big the little peaunt is getting.
Daria