Another Little Heartbeat

For those of you who may have been wondering about the constant references to my being ill, perhaps picturing me faint and reclining on a settee every evening whilst the little one learns to play quietly around Mama or risk being sent away. It is actually...pregnancy! And I have been faint and reclining on a settee (OK, it's a couch) every evening. That or throwing up. It wasn't a pleasant first trimester. In the last couple of days the nausea has lifted, and I feel like real person again.

We had a midwife appointment today, and although she was careful to point out that the heartbeat might not be found for a few more weeks, there it was. Strong and clear. What a sound! My due date is September 12.

The lovely folks over at The Margoville Gazette gave Violet a book called "I'm A Big Sister" and she loves it. The book has a mom, dad and toddler that have the same hair colour that we all do, so Violet thinks it's about us, which is great. There is no denying her universe is going to change.

Violet ran a fever for a couple of days last week. She fell asleep on me while I was on the phone, which was a rare (if warm and sweaty) treat. Later that night she woke at about 12 am, crying for me. I brought her into bed and we managed to cool her down with Tylenol and leeches. She fell asleep in our bed, and I didn't have the heart to move her back to her room. Around 3 am I woke up to her crying out "Mama! Cows! Moooo! Cows!" in her sleep. It was hilarious, and the first time I had an insight into what she dreams about. We'd always just assumed chasing mice through fields.

Last weekend, Nana! came to visit. She and Violet baked a cake while Jesse and I got to go skiing for half a day. Wonderful! Although Violet looks disgruntled in this photo, she's probably just annoyed that I am intruding in their fun. She was in heaven to have Nana! to make up games with. Thanks for a sweet weekend Nana!

Overheard

Yesterday morning (talking into the cell phone):
"Hi chainsaw! What doing?"

This morning (to the cat):
"What happened, Elsa?"

Pancake Breakfast

We have an iron clad rule in our household, and that
is Saturday morning breakfast must be pancakes.
Violet makes them now, which lets Jesse and I
sleep in late. Nice!













A couple of eggs. Whisked vigorously while calling
out "cooking!"



















milk













flour













sugar













baking powder













vanilla













a bit more mixing...and voila! Perfect pancakes.













Which I didn't photograph because I was too busy eating.

As a side note, our kitchen of eternal renovations is almost done. You
might notice the maple cabintery and the sultry Corian counter
behind the wee chef.
The cabinet that was twice lost was finally delivered while we were
in Qatar. The only hold up is...me. I can't find a nice tile to put over the
ripped drywall (which I'm beginning to appreciate as a 'rustic' look) that
doesn't cost a fortune. Ah well. Perhaps yet another trip to Home Depot
is in the works for next weekend.
N

I talk about poo and pee in this post. You have been warned.

A couple of days ago, I mentioned to Violet that I was going to go pee. She cried "meeeeeee!", as she usually does when she wants to be included in something.
"You need to pee too?" I asked. "Bunny pee. Big toilet" she answered. Apparently her stuffed bunny needed to pee.
Friends, I put the top of her potty on the toilet seat, sat her on it, and she peed. First time! She lit up with total delight.
Since then she's had a pee in the toilet every morning.
Today after lunch, she said "poop,diaper". I asked her if she'd like to poo in the toilet, she said "yes", and pooped in the toilet!

At this rate, she will be toilet trained in about four more days.

I'm sorry I posted a picture of my child on the toilet (it is tacky), but since I did it, here's another one below she can talk to her therapist about later.
We took Violet to the museum this morning. When we brought her home, Jesse wanted to take her shoes off, but managed to take her pants off instead.
I don't know how.