While you were out

It was just a regular weekend, sort of. Young Master Corbin was starting his early, however, on a Thursday night. Granny and Grandpa came to pick him up. He jubilantly ran to the white mini van to embark a weekend of Blackberry & Apple picking, visiting Auntie Ros and Uncle Brad, visiting the British Columbia Forest Museum, riding the rails and all the other assorted activities that accompany a weekend in Cobble Hill.

Meanwhile, back in Victoria his parents prepared for a weekend of nesting. The plan: to transform what was previously an office into a toy room. In the true spirit of while you were out, two coats of paint were applied in less than 24 hours. Curtains were changed, shelves were hung, vinyl lettering applied to walls, toy storage units were completed & all of Corbin’s toys moved & organized in the brand new space.

Corbin’s father, Loch, diligently responded to his wife’s maddening requests. Corbin’s mother, Christie, stayed up until 1:00am on Saturday night only to rise the next morning at 8:00am to continue with her obsessive nesting instincts. Seriously, it was sad and, well, quite frankly frightening to watch her as she did the eight-month-pregnant-scurry-shuffle throughout the house moving toys, books, puzzles, dolls, legos, trains, etc. She even got a bit too serious about keeping organized and tidy while the work was going on. She could be seen chasing after the most remote specks of dust, dirt, grime & cat hair; vacuuming up things that nobody else could see.

However; by 5:30pm when Young Master Corbin returned from his weekend away, the room was complete and the house tidy.

Perhaps it was that he picked up on his mother’s crazed energy or maybe he’s just completely in tune with the universe. But, that small human entered the house, climbed the stairs and had a very distinct look on his face – like he expected change. He couldn’t put his finger on it.

“Corbin, what are you looking for?”
“My train puzzle.”

He found said train puzzle in the basket of books under the fireplace hearth. One basket that had not been touched by the nesting mother bird. He played with the puzzle for about ten minutes. Then, he went to his bedroom. It had been pillaged.

“Where are my trains?” He looked gravely concerned.
“I moved them,” said his mother, “would you like to see where they are?”
“Yes.”

She led him to the closed door of the toy room. Inside his father sat quietly waiting to get the moment of surprise and delight on camera. Corbin’s mother opened the door. Corbin stepped in. Still fixated on his earlier inquiry, he said “Where are my trains?”

Corbin never did have that incredible moment of shock and delight that we have come to expect from HGTV reruns of “While You Were Out,” but he did spend the evening designing a new track layout with his mother and looking through the storage bins to see where all his precious things had been placed.

New Toy Room
New Toy Room

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Where are my trains?
Where are my trains?
Order restored via new track layout by Mom
Order restored via new track layout by Mom
Order restored via new track layout by Mom
Order restored via new track layout by Mom
Looking through bins
Looking through bins
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The Kiss

Elise & Corbin steal a Kiss
Elise & Corbin steal a Kiss

Immediately after this photo was taken. Corbin asked to kiss Elise’s mama, Christine. Then, he asked to kiss me. Then he stated, “We all kiss together.”

Are we in trouble?

32week Ultrasound

It’s true … we’re having a piggy clown baby

Of course, with a lipstick job like that it has to be a girl … or a transvestite who desparately needs some coaching from Mary Kay.32weeks_piggy_baby
Or else she just has a forehead large enough for its own weather system

32weeks_profileAnd for those of you ready to run out with your visa in hand to buy the first sparkly, ruffled pink outfit…

Nope, we still don’t know if it is a girl or a boy. The best things in life are worth waiting for.

Is it finished growin’ yet?

Who needs a doctor, midwife or OBGYN when you have a two year old and a $12 plastic doctor’s bag full of all the essentials for monitoring a healthy pregnancy?

Corbin’s engagement with my pregnancy has been amazing – beyond anything I could have hoped for. He started interacting with the baby and asking questions shortly after I started reading My Mom’s Having a Baby sometime in April. His interest in my pregnancy is not always constant as I assume his interest in his new sibling will not be constant. But, there is no question. He is engaged and interested.

He talks about the baby to his friends at daycare, has told them that it is going to be a girl – though at home he is split over whether or not it is a brother or sister and, one day, during snack time he turned to our daycare provider Deb and reported to her, “I’m going to be a big brother.” As 2-year-old imaginations are want to do, he has, on more than one occasion, affirmatively stated that I am having baby turtles and/or kittens. He has used his doctor’s bag to carefully monitor my health and that of his sibling. When he first got the bag, I was enduring several check-ups a week that included blood pressure monitoring, listening to the baby’s heartbeat & administering medicine to the baby via my belly button. When he wants to communicate to the baby, he asks me to “put my shirt up.” Communication can include everything from making train noises, to drumming, to saying hello in a high-pitched voice to singing – sometimes gently and sometimes very loud.

Occasionally we still have baths together. He likes to give the baby something to drink – again via the belly button. Once he put the face cloth on my belly and told me he was “wrapping the baby up.” During another bathing session, he dropped clumps of bubbles on my belly and then spread the “peanut butter” around.

We are now in the ‘why’ stage of development. Loch and I are getting better at answering ‘why?’ only once and then stating, “Asked and Answered.” His most recent questions about Roome2 revolve around the birth. I’m amazed that the question has even arisen. It is true that he sees my belly getting bigger, but he seems in tune with the fact that we are getting closer to D-Day (8 weeks to go). He started asking me about a week or so ago,

“Mama, is the baby going to get out of your tummy?”
“Yes, Corbin.”
“When is the baby going to get our of your tummy?”
“We still have to wait a bit longer – just a few weeks?”
“Why?”
“Because the baby is bigger than Tidoo (Corbin’s beloved doll), but not as big as your bear.”
“Oh, why?”
“Because it still needs to eat more breakfasts, lunches and dinners.”
“Why?”
“Asked and Answered.”

What I love is the progress. Next day…

“Mama, is the baby finished growin’ yet?”
“Not quite.”
“When it’s finished growin’ it will come out of your tummy, ya?
“That’s right.”
“hmm.”

The only question he has not asked is how the baby got in my tummy to begin with and how it is going to get out.

where_do_babies_come_fromOriginal cartoon appears on the Zoitz site.

The Dragon Room

In China and Southeast Asia, dragons are thought to bring good luck and prosperity.

A special thanks to the following people who have helped to clothe our wee bairn and to create his magical kingdom of a bedroom.

Susan & Todd Fyfe who gave us almost everything we needed including the change table, car seat & stroller, clothing, toys, highchair, baby bijourn, bouncy chair and more… all previously and lovingly used by Emma and Alistair.

Kim Buchanan & Richard Poulin who have loaned and given us yet more clothing, a swing and books. Their daughter Lily also gave our lad the fabulous dragon puppet, which hangs over the dresser. Kim has also been a wonderful resource for what’s what in town and what’s what with pregnancy.

Blair & Sherri Brown who gave us the glider rocking chair and the crib. Sherri also gave me some clothes bought for her boys by my mom. Blair and Sherry also passed on the lovely rocking horse made by our Uncle Al.

My Aunt Judy who gave me back some clothing that I had made for her granddaughter Willow

Amy and James who generously gave me some of James’ kushies cloth diapers