Friday, November 25, 2011

I'm done

I think I'm finally done breastfeeding.  Since going back to work, I have still been nursing my daughter before she goes to bed.  Tonight, I decided to give her some milk in a sippy cup.  She drank about half of it and then went to bed.  I'm a bit sad but mostly satisfied and relieved that it's finally over.  I thought I was done with breastfeeding about 2 months ago.  It has taken this long to wean and finally give it up altogether. I'm now ready to move on.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Going back to work

It's inevitable.  I'm going back to work next Monday.  I've had 13 months off so I guess it's about time.  Lately, I have been having dreams about work.  They are not nightmares but the mere fact that I am having dreams is probably not good.  On the bright side, I do look forward to getting a paycheque again and I also look forward to having a bit of a routine again too.  I even have all these ambitious goals like eating better and exercising more when I go back to work.  I want to start running again and maybe even walk/run or bike to work as long as there is no snow.  I need to buy a new pair of runners and sign up for a race next year.  We'll see how long I can keep this up.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

"Trick or Treating!"

I took my son trick or treating for the first time last night.  In previous years, we have always been busy with organizing the Halloween alternative program at church so we never have been able to go.  Last night, my husband handed out packages of candy + gospel tracts to trick-or-treaters while I took my son (dressed up as a pirate) and daughter (as a fairy) around our block.  The tracts are my way of justifying our participation in this pagan festival, but I digress.

At the first few doors, instead of ringing the doorbell and saying "trick or treat!", my son rang the door bell and said "trick or treating!".  I had to correct him a few times before he got it right.  That was kind of funny.  It reminded me of how much I have to teach him as he encounters new situations as he grows up.

Even though only about half of the houses on our street gave out candy, we came home with a bag full of loot.  Now I don't know what to do with all the candy because I don't want my son to eat it and I don't want to eat it either.  I wonder if we can save it for next year's Halloween?