We've Landed

Whooee my writing fingers are a little stiff, hopefully this all makes sense ;)
So far so good!
It's really comfortable here at Granny's house, and Little E especially loves the chickens in the backyard. She greets them with a "good morning girls" when she walks the doggy with Daddy in the morning and helps Granny feed them in the afternoons. They won't replace her friends and rellies in Vancouver but they sure do a good job of keeping her interested here.

It seems like Little E is settling in quite well. We have her room all set up with her crib, toys and books. And she's getting to know Granny's neighbourhood going on walks with the dog. She's talking about Granny, GG and Great Granny a lot with them around more now (although Parker, Maddie and Izzy still make regular appearances in her stories). I am looking forward to introducing her to some new little friends - and meeting some myself.

I am enjoying the short distances to virtually everything and the ample parking once there. The extra pair of hands on Little E is pretty fantastic too. We have been touring the house inventory and haven't found anything promising yet, although there seems to be a lot on the market with more promised now that the new year has rolled around. Now we just have to get ours on the market…

Here are some photos of our Christmas excitement over the past week.
Happy New Year!!

A Farewell Ticket

Arrrgghhh
What a send off. Yesterday when I was shopping for the one present (other than Little E) that I am required to buy this year (thanks to a present swap) I naively parked on West Fourth along with a row of other suckers and came out to an empty strip and a tow truck loading the last of us onto his lift.
One hundred and fifty dollars later (not including the gift money) I was right back where I started. The second most painful part of the scenario was the fact that I had arranged childcare for Little E in order for me to do some running around. At the end of the 2 hours the only thing I had managed to do was stop at a grocery store to pick up more boxes - ooo fun.

Today turned out to be more productive. I dropped Little E off at our friend Kate's house where she played with little Hannah. I packed 2 boxes, did 2 loads of laundry, vacuumed the house, unloaded and loaded the dishwasher and still had time to sit down and eat.

I wish I would have arranged some more play dates with Kate and our neighbour Sarah. Little E had so much fun with their little girls - once home, she said their names for the rest of the day.
I'm sure we'll meet some new friends in the Comox Valley too. Gulp.
Here's a cute little video (thanks to Parker's mom Donna) from Little E's play date last Friday.

Emotional Work

We are in the thick of packing right now. The only reason I have time to write this is because Daddy C has gone out to get more boxes.

I was doing ok emotionally, until we started taking all of the pictures off the walls. I think I am mostly worried about Little E. We visit the picture wall at least once a day, and already she has noticed that her favourite baby playing piano photo has disappeared. Her room is looking much more bare and there are boxes piled everywhere.

The only reconciliation is that soon we will be seeing a good number of the people in the photos in person. And I was thinking about it the other day, although I remember a number of the places we lived when I was little, I don't ever remember the actual move process. So hopefully this isn't as traumatizing for Little E as I'm imagining. It's probably harder for me.

p.s. Little E gave herself a porridge spa this morning. Perhaps a relaxing mechanism…

Bye Bye Parker

It was a bitter sweet day today.
We had to say goodbye to little miss Parker - it was the last day that I will be looking after her before the move.

Although they have their moments of feud and downright nastiness, Little E and Parker have become like sisters. Holding hands whenever we go for a walk, hugging and kissing and imitating each others emotions. Little E acts like the responsible older child (bossy? or perhaps leader is a nicer description) - reminds me of myself when I was little. She's always looking out to be sure that Parker gets a piece of whatever she has demanded, or retrieving Parker from the living room when I'm trying to suit them up and herd them out the door - "come on, come on Parker".

I wonder how long it will take to adjust.

Parker's mommy bought Parker and Little E matching leggings and tunics that they are sporting today.

At A Loss

I find it so much easier to write when I have some pictures to illustrate with. It's not like things haven't been happening, but the photos jog my memory.

Things are starting to feel pretty festive in the air. I have already delivered a Christmas present or two, and taking part in a bake exchange last night made me feel like someone out of Pollyanna (one of my favourite childhood movies) when I dropped off yummy treat parcels to my friends.

And probably my best news of all right now comes in pill form - 4 times a day. I have started taking Diclectin - a concentrated vitamin b and antihistamine - that seems to have seriously minimized my morning sickness. I am not one to jump quickly or lightly into taking medications, but this has dramatically improved life for me right now and I only wish I'd started sooner.

Other than that, Little E is as much fun as always and provides amazement every day. The latest is her willingness to scold herself when she does something we disapprove of. For instance, after ripping at Daddy's C's face with wild beast force he very sternly said "no scratching" she retaliated by biting at his hand. He quickly brought her up to his line of vision and said loudly "no biting". She instructed him to deliver her to her bed where he gave her a 1 minute time out. When he returned, Little E said "no scratching, no biting, sorry Daddy" and gave him a loud mwah - wet one on the cheek. Thanks for the discipline coaching Little E.

First Potty Pee

I forgot to mention in my last post how cute Little E and Parker were that day holding hands continuously.
Before we went to the mall for the missed photo experience, the girls were making their way round and round the house desperately latched on to each other and just carried it on to the mall. It was quite a relief actually because it was like monitoring one little unit instead of two opposite ions.
…photos to follow…

While GG was here we had a spontaneous invite to Shannon's house to hang out with her and Jude, our friend Kiki and her son Esa and our friend Liz and her little companion for the day Quincy. There was an ultra cute moment where the four babes were being read to on the couch cuddled in - obviously Little E needs to become better acquainted with Thomas the Train.
…photos to follow…

Ah yes, and the highlight of the post - Little E had her first pee in the potty last night. She got out of the bath proclaiming her nakedness and streaked off through the kitchen. Daddy C asked her if she had to pee and invited her to sit on the potty, she invited him right back and the two of them had a tinkle together. It was a triumph!!
…no photos of this, sorry…

p.s. Thanks to my book club mate Alexia we had a delicious salad using fresh Kale tonight. Hard for some to love fresh Kale, but I tell you this concoction with a tahini lemon dressing had us both wanting more…healthy and delicious.

Scary Claus

Thank goodness for GG. She has been making us dinner and helping with the girls, making me lie down and keeping me from breaking down. It will be hard to let her go tomorrow.

We had an interesting day today that turned out so much differently than I'd anticipated.
I had plotted a surprise gift for Parker and her parents for weeks and had finally worked up the gumption and secured the back up to execute. Unfortunately the girls did not behave as I'd hoped.

We made it all the way to Oakridge mall barf free (on my part). We walked past the kids play zone and numerous stores with fancy flashing windows; waited a good 15 long minutes in a line with other fidgety, dressed up little kids, only to have the prize at the end squandered from my grasp.
The girls hated Santa.
It was fine to watch the other kids move ahead and climb onto his lap smiling perfectly for their photos. But when it came to our turn, Little E and Parker cried and screamed and clawed at my neck. They didn't want to be anywhere near him. Even when I sat with him and GG sat with him and we talked to him and peeked in his toy bag, they would not be convinced.
Santa was scary.
So, no photos with Santa this year, though we did manage to get some of the girls with the festive backdrop.

The saving grace of the day was a double fire truck push car that we strapped the girls into to get them back to the car, oh, and frozen yoghurt.