Does This Baby

My friend Beth FINALLY got pictures from our weekend getaway off her camera. This was the first time since Elle was born that I did a night away from her. I've gone out, and come home late, but I've never actually left her for more than 12 hours. I left her with hubby for 2 whole days. It was a big deal. We all survived. Of course I spent most of the time wondering what they were doing, and if they missed me as much as I missed them. Pathetic I know! None the less, I will definitely go away again with the girls. It was a simple trip, bed and breakfast, beach combing, pub food, wine, and hot tub. I think we painted our nails and fell asleep by 10pm. Here are a few pictures of goofy fun at the beach.

I hate it when people complain about their jobs. My feeling is, if you hate it that much, quit. However, I do get that people can feel blue from time to time. Maybe you're not advancing fast enough, maybe you're not given enough projects, or maybe your raise wasn't as high as you expected. You don't want to quit over that stuff, but you've all of a sudden forgotten why you actually like your job in the first place. This is what I would do, if I were in a funk. 1)List all the things about your job that you love For me, I love that I have my own office. I love that our company culture supports working parents. Most of the exec team have missed one day or another to watch their kid in a hockey game, or play. I love the employee stock option program. I put in $100 of my pay cheque towards company stock, and the company matches it 100%. I love my health, and dental plan. I love that I have established meaningful friendships that will last me my whole life. 2)Googl...

So long 2010, it’s been swell. I had a pretty great year. Developing minor arthritis sucked, but I found a really great homeopath, and have managed to live pretty normally with it, and without taking any drugs. Arthritis aside, these are my top accomplishments.  I went back to work! It’s a big deal. It meant leaving my 1 year old for over 8 hours a day and trusting my sister/nanny to raise her to be a smart healthy toddler, which she is. Thanks Nika! I Bought A House After ten years of renting in Vancouver, we bought a house , out in freakin’ Coquitlam, but I love it. Love the space, love the yard, love the trees in the back, love that I rarely see my neighbors. And especially love that it’s mine. Went to 5 Weddings Yes I count this as a huge accomplishment. Weddings are exhausting. And when you’ve got a 1 and half year old that doesn’t sit still, it’s even tougher. We made it though, ate great food, and watched our friends make beautiful commitments to each other.  Tau...

I went out for a catch up lunch with two of my mommy buds. One of the mom's and I are still breastfeeding, either because we're wimps, or martyrs, I haven't decided which yet. The bi-product of breastfeeding beyond a year, is that I'm skinny now, and I don't really work out. Of course I'm totally weak, and useless too. I can't open a jar of pickles to save my life. I talked about how even though I can fit into my size 25 jeans, I'm not feeling shit hot. My other non-breastfeeding mommy bud told me to shut the fuck up.

As many of you in the blogosphere know, it is hard being clever, and witty all the time. So I'm not, which is why I don't blog all the time. But to all my fans, you know who you are, that keep telling me to blog more because I write funny shit, thank you, thank you, for your kind words, for your support, and for your childlike faith that writing good shit comes easy to me.

Due to reasons beyond her control, my mommy BFF has gone back to work. I am sad. We met almost a year ago at our Prenatal Class. Both of us opted to do a weekend crash course, because we knew we'd be tempted to skip classes if we signed up for a weekly series. Both of us are of Asian descent, married to Caucasian men. Both of us pulled up in a Jetta, theirs black, ours white. Both of us due at the end of December. She said something, about being at the Hospital for a check up and the room smelt like ass. I knew we would be friends. The initial email I sent her, after I gave birth to Eloise, and was confined to my new life as a mother, went something like, "How are you? I'm okay. We should go for a walk when the weather gets nicer." Our initial meeting a month later went something like, "Oh My Fuckin' God. I hate my life! You too! Thank God I'm not alone!" We've been going out to lunch, shopping with screaming babies, and gossiping about p...

Last Friday I hooked up with some friends on a patio, hoping to enjoy the last bit of summer. I took Eloise with me. She had a great time. She hopped from lap to lap trying to pull stuff off the table, while getting hugged to death by my friends. The waitress was impressed with Eloise's fun, well behaved nature. A few drinks, and a plate of finished nachos later, the waitress came to see how we were doing. She screamed, "OH MY GOD! Where's your baby?" I screamed back, "OH MY GOD! Where is my baby!" And then we all busted into laughter. The waitress had missed the part when hubby came by, and took Eloise home, about an hour into our visit.

One of the biggest deals I get from my husband is an hour, or so (sometimes I push it to two hours) every night of me time. This is when I don't have to hold, watch, feed, or basically interact at all with my baby. This time is very important for my mental well being. Usually hubby takes her out for a stroll through the neighborhood, so I get to vegetate on the couch, or in front of the computer. Other times I go out shopping, run errands, or meet up with a friend. Last Thursday, I went out with a friend for dinner. We were paying our bill when a frantic man runs into the restaurant. "IS ANYONE A VETERINARIAN? WE NEED A VETERINARIAN!" The man's friend enters the restaurant wearing nothing but a speedo, and says, while flexing his biceps, "Because these puppies are sick".