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Big Girl Bed

It feels like forever since I blogged last!  I’m sure nobody has been anxiously checking it to see what has been happening in the small Macleod world, but all the same I figured it was time again.


I can’t even say too much has been new!  I blogged about Shauna’s wedding, which was spectacular.  Since then we’ve really been in to the gear down of summer and subdued gearing up for fall.


We decided to take no holidays during the months of July and August because the mucky-mucks in Kevin’s work predicted they were going to be insanely busy!  … Um … nope.  Kevin’s been home quite a bit, which is super fantastic for little Missy and myself, but not so awesome for the pocketbook.  Then, on August 25 Kevin was scheduled for a little bit of a toe surgery.  Neither of us thought it was a big deal.  He’d been having a reoccurring cyst on his big toe on his right foot since our honeymoon three years ago.  It comes and it goes, but when it comes it is irritating and a little painful.  Finally, the doc referred him to a dermatologist who new immediately what to do and scheduled its removal.  They sliced his toe open, scooped out the insides, and left him with this awful zipper stitch.  He was feeling pretty good until he woke me up at 2 o’clock the next morning asking for my T3’s!  Apparently the doctor didn’t mention anything about pain control post freezing!  So, it’s been pretty sore for him and much to our surprise the dermatologist wrote him a note to keep him off work for a week and a half!  Who’d a thunk?


Either way, he’s feeling much better with his toe and although his stitches aren’t out yet, he is in Whitecourt now with work in Swan Hills.  He’ll be home by Tuesday to get his stitches out and then he’s on holidays as of the 10th.  Thinking we might find ourselves down in the Kananaskis area for some of it.


As for Nola, I am pleased to say her tantrums have sort of subsided for the time being.  She’s not as fussy and finding solutions to her own problems all the time, which always amazes me!  She’s so smart.  Kevin and I took her in for her 18 month shots last Monday.  I made sure to book them on his days off so he could help me, because I thought: “She’s older and stronger, she’s going to figure this out fast and be much harder to control and comfort”.  Glad to say she TOTALLY proved me wrong.  We went in there and she was happy and calm as a clam.  The nurse went through everything with us.  Nola weighs a good 28 pounds and is tall for her age, above the 90th percentile.  She’s playing and acting completely normal, but apparently is behind in her communication.  Interesting…we’ll give it another 4 months or so and reassess but personally I’m not worried at all.  Nola is quieter when she’s away from home, and just because she’s saying 8 words and they expect 10 doesn’t make her “delayed” in my book…


Another exciting thing for Nola is Kevin and I decided it was time…she’s in a BIG GIRL BED.  *Sigh* I had a hard time with this one.  I think I felt about the same way I did when I took her from the bassinet and put her in her own crib in her own room at five weeks.  The crib we have for her just alters into a toddler bed.  With the mattress lowered, the side just comes off and a shoulder guard gets put in.  She did fine the first night, but day two fell out of it for her nap and then again last night around 11.  Her nap today was good and I’m sure she’ll just become better and better with it.



Her new words are “soo” which is “shoe” and I’m really working on “hep” with her when she needs help so we can minus out those major whiny fits.  A simple “hep” does the trick she’s learning ;)


As for me, I’m feeling well these days.  I’m dreading going back to school a little as the summers are always so long and spoiling.  Can you believe I got a sub dispatch for the first day of school?  It was a big fat NO THANKS.  I’ll give it another week or two.  I’m also getting ready to buckle down and make some jam with a friend of mine.  We’re also going to do pickles and something with Saskatoon berries, the super-fruit…all in preparation for Christmas gifts J  I’ve been thinking about making a liqueur with the super-fruit, which would make it even more super! Lol.


And on a sadder note, we got notice from Nola’s day home caregiver, Marny, that she will not be taking in any kids this fall so she can devote more of herself to her family.  So sadly, I’m on the look out for a new place for Nola to go and am doubtful I’ll find anyone nearly as good as Marny.


But the Momentum keeps its rhythm.

Nola with her new placemat :)

Enjoying a beautiful August day.

At Opa's 81st birthday party. ♥



Camping with friends out at Gull Lake.
I'm holding baby Leah and Nola needed to be on my lap that second!

And the best way to spend a summer day...

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