I love taking walks with the kids out around my little village. It never fails to remind me that, holy crap, I live in Switzerland. Sometimes it’s easy to forget when you’re living your little life, stuck in the house with the kids or running to the grocery store. Sometimes you have to stop and look around and really take in where you are. It’s easy to take things for granted, something I think we all do a little too much.
I adore the poppies that grow wild in the fields I have to cross to get to the bus stop. I adore Mont Saleve, the backdrop to our life here, a crazy mysterious cliff face that rises straight up from the ground and announces in grand fashion where France begins. I love that yesterday I took the kids for a walk to the post office and stopped short when I heard the deep bleating of a herd of sheep. It made me giggle. Sheep baa-ing sounds really fake if you’re not used to it. Then X started baa-ing back and it just made my day. I’m not used to being in this kind of environment and I love it. I love my kids get to be surrounded by it. Continue reading
Happy Father’s Day! Here is the present I got Zach. You should know what makes this really special: Coffee Crips bars are his favourite, but they are made only in Canada. I had no idea this was a regional treat. I’m sad for the rest of the world that they don’t get to enjoy the delectable coffee-esque wafers encased in chocolate. But I had to go through some trouble to get these guys here. I skip the importation taxes by having friends sneak these in (also always appreciated: wine gums and twizzlers). Not pictured are some cookies I also made with Coffee Crisps in them – very good.
The book, Toddlers Are Assholes, is brilliant. Well, I expect if you don’t have kids you might find it somewhat funny, but if you, at this very moment, have a toddler, and haven’t slept in awhile, and are constantly up to your elbows in bodily fluids, you will likely cry laughing. Z and I certainly did. Z especially is having a tough time with our picky non-eater, so the chapter on mealtimes reduced him to helpless giggles. Sometimes you just need to laugh, you know? Continue reading
Once again, it’s time for me to face facts: it’s going to be awhile before I fit into my pre-pregnancy jeans. As with after having X, I find myself still surprised by how much weight I have to lose. I was SOOO much more careful this time around. I gained the recommended healthy amount of weight I’m supposed to gain (albeit on the high end, but I actually felt like I was dieting during the pregnancy. So hungry. But the Euro OBs are way more harsh about this. I was told I would feel hungry the entire time and that meant I was probably eating the right amount). It’s clear to me that I’m one of those women who just gains a lot of weight during pregnancy. To be honest, I almost wish I had just gone nuts again. At least I would have enjoyed myself at some point.
The truth is, pregnancy is really really hard on the body. It’s two months later and I’m still recovering, still some residual pain from the whole ordeal. Doesn’t really make me want to procreate any more. Good thing I already have two pretty cute kids. But it seems so unfair – you go through this whole process, it’s uncomfortable and painful, then it gets REALLY painful, and then … your whole body has been reshaped. And I’m one of the lucky ones without any real lasting damage, it’s all superficial for me. But you then hear stuff like: you need to start working out as quickly as possible in order to make up for all this damage. Because the truth is, that stuff about being patient and the weight will come off on it’s own, it’s bullshit. That weight is not going anywhere until you do something about it. Continue reading
I had a smug mommy moment last week. Forgive me – it happens to all of us. E had a pediatrician’s appointment, which I had scheduled at a time I knew was going to work well for me – the buses would get me there at the right time without having to push my gigantic double stroller through angry crowds of commuters. Everyone had slept well the night before, the kids got up at different times so I was able to easily dress and feed them without one of them sitting next to me crying angrily. I got out of the house with all appropriate water bottles, milk bottles and snack jars, as well as extra diapers and clothing I would need. I even had lots of time to make the bus, meaning I didn’t have to do my more-often-than-not frantic dash across the countryside to catch it so that by the time I got anywhere I was sweaty and breathing heavily and all together a typical harried mother of two. No, this time I was even well put together – makeup: on, hair: brushed, outfit: rather cute if I do say so myself. I thought at the time: Two kids? I got this.
In my defence, my next thought was: Enjoy it now, because you know it’s not going to last. In fact, it lasted until I got to the pediatrician’s office to discover the appointment was in fact the previous day. I had completely missed it. I just had to laugh, because what else do you do? I made an appointment for the next day (at a much less convenient time, I might add). Continue reading