Okay - now I can breath again. I've had the weight of updating my blog on my shoulders for weeks now, and I can officially check it off the list. Whew - 1 down 20 more to go. Progress is progress.

I read something the other day that said, 80% of us procrastinate, 20% of us make it a habit. It really hit me. I fit well into the 20% category. I have definately made it a habit in my life and, well I just wasn't happy with myself. I wasn't getting the satisfaction out of life that seems to come to naturally for most people. So while I was away, not blogging, I did some soul searching so to speak and decided to make some changes. Best thing ever. I feel more organized, more ready to face my everyday life with a positive attitude. It also rubs off a great deal on Noah and Ed I find. Both are happier and let go more, which makes life for all of us more easy going and enjoyable. I'm only sad that I didn't figure this out sooner. Everything has a time and purpose though, so I am incredibly greatful for the lesson, no matter when it came.

Moving on,

About a week ago my Doctor sent me to a dermatologist for something on my foot. (I'll spare you the icky details) She saw me and I had barely learned her name when she informed me that I would need a small surgery and that she would do it right then and there.

Umm excuse me?? Did you say surgery as in I would need a needle in my foot??
( I was just crying to Ed that this might happen moments ago in the car. He told me that he would be right there with me and it would be alright. Unfortunately Noah was starting to act up in the waiting room so Ed took him for a walk)
Great! Lovely! The thought of running out of the room crossed my mind.

She told me it would only take a 1/2 hour and when my pale face squeaked out "can I got get my husband?" she gave me such a ridiculous look that I knew I would not be getting any sympathy from her so I decided to shut up and be brave. After all, I'd endured 26 hours of labour, how bad could it be??

WORSE.

Way worse. If I had to feel that kind of pain for 26 hours straight, I wouldn't have made it to hour #2 without passing out. Thankfully in total it lasted about 2 minutes. Still too long if you ask me, but what do I know. I had nail marks in my hands and I'm pretty sure I scraped some paint off of the wall but I didn't cry. Ohhhhh no I didn't shed one tear.

Until she left the room of course. Then I cried. The pain may not have gone on long enough to cry about, but as I have previously mentioned, crying is my forte. It's my thing, it's what I do. There's this whole cleansed feeling after a good cry that feels wonderful.

Any old how, here's my advice to you, if you are ever faced with the decision of getting a needle in your toe, or cutting your foot off. Cut that foot OFF! Who really needs it??

I realize I have some catching up to do with some pretty fun events in the last month that we have missed. So we'll start with the first one...

Halloween:

My cute little Monkey Trick or Treating

Noah deciding he in fact doesn't like superhero's.

* Next event, Noah's 'big' birthday.

Stay tuned...

oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh

ladies and gentlemen...

We have a tooth!

Weeeelll, not a whole tooth,
not even half a tooth

It's more liiiiike, a pointy edge of a tooth.

You can't see it yet, but you can sure feel it.

And just shy of his first birthday! Awww, good job buddy

an update.... soon

Today I was really, really in the mood for a big blog update.

Sadly, my battery charger for my camera is lost in the endless Abyss that is my bedroom.

Why is it that my room is the 'drop' place for everything that needs to be put away? At first it's just a few harmless things that get thrown on the bed when we are 'straightening up' before someone comes over. Then before I know it, the whole room is taken over with piles and piles of things that don't belong.

And I know I am in for a long day of sorting and putting away.

Right now we are navigating through the piles just to get to our closet. Yesterday I had to explain to Ed that his belt was in the third pile to the left of the two piles at the end of the bed. He was in there for 15 minutes. Pffffft, amature.

Some may think this is a gross display of slothful-lazinatitis. Well that's just too darn bad. That's life today in the Caballero home.

Tomorrow, when I've had a good healthy breakfast and my husband is on hand to man the little speed racer (who zooms everywhere with his push walker these days ) maybe things will get a little organized. maybe.

love you forever, like you for always, as long as i'm living, my baby you'll be

Why is it whenever I think about my Son's impending first birthday, my heart leaps into my throat, tears well up in my eyes and I struggle for breath?

I keep thinking that perhaps if we just don't pay attention, if we just don't celebrate. If we look the other way when November 11th comes and goes, somehow my baby won't get older. That maybe he'll stay short and toothless and keep needing me in that baby way of his for the rest of his life.

I never imagined being this attached to another human being. Especially one that gave me so much trouble right from the start. I think that's why I feel so cheated. I spent countless hours wearing out the floor of our little apartment. Pleading with him for some sleep, some break in his raging Colic.

Sure, I complain sometimes. Okay... alot, but the truth is I bonded with the little guy so much over those ridiculously trying 5 1/2 months that it's hard for me to accept the fact that he won't need me like that ever again. And that sucks.

There's something about going through a trial with someone that makes you more in tune with one another when it's over.

Why is it when I picture my big 1 year old, I see college, mission, marriage right around the corner.

I talked to Ed about my frustrations the other night. Here's how it went...

Me: Ed, my baby is turning one soon.

Him: I know Kev.

Me: Isn't there something you can do about that?

Him: *laughs* Like what, stop him from growing up?

Me: Yes, please.

Him: *laughs again* I don't think there's much I can do about that.

Me: I hate this.

Here's what I know.

I love my little man, and I know I will love my bigger man. I am excited for each milestone in his life, even though I know they will bring me closer to the day when I will have to let him go. I know that I should stop being selfish and remember that this is about him, not me. That this is an exciting time in his life and I am blessed to be a major part of it.

I also know that even though he may get older, taller, smarter, and with alot of luck... quieter..... this kid?... he will always be my baby.

I'm so in love

tonight

Just came back from a fantabulous evening with a wonderful friend. I love her to death. If I had half of her goodness I would be a much better person . Love ya babe!

I am so thankful for incredible women in my life. Women who are kind, thoughtful, selfless, pure of heart, hilarious and just all around beautiful! The ones who look for the good in people, who are slow to judge, and quick to lend a helping hand. The ones I admire and aspire to be like.

The world could use more women like these.

oh crap

I've been taken by the stomach flu.

I'm pretty sure it hates me, it would also like to kill me.

I'm on my death bed as I write this...

send...help...

Ode to Autumn

A little contest tag here.... Thanks Lace!

1. My favorite fall colour is Burnt orange or deep red
2. The fall meal I am most looking forward to enjoying is Homemade Pumpkin pie, with real whip cream, EXTRA whip cream!
3. My favorite fall activity is We got married in the fall.. does that count? I would love to do that every year! If that doesn't work, I really enjoy taking long walks with the family.
4. I am looking forward to wearing comfy sweaters and Ugg boots again.
5. If I were to fill my thermos/coffee mug with any beverage, it would definitely be a pumpkin/cinnamon spiced steamer.
6. My favorite fall tradition is raking leaves into a big pile in the yard. Then jumping, rolling, kicking and crunching through them.
7. My favorite spot to "take in" fall colours is any beautiful park, as long as my family is there to enjoy them with me
8. My favorite fall sound is the wind blowing the leaves to the ground
9. My favorite fall smell is fresh, crisp air!
10. Fall makes me feel refreshed, renewed, grateful to be alive

it's a tough life

It was a typical morning in our house. I was straightening up, Noah was whining. I swear... the kid doesn't have an off button. It's constant. I think someone is trying to get back at me for all the whining that I did growing up. I personally don't think I did it in excess however my Mother, bless her heart, assures me that I most definitely did.

Any old how, I've just come to accept the fact that my days from now on will be accompanied by a healthy dose of baby whining. Most of the time I try to tune it out. It doesn't always work. This particular day I came into the living room investigating the source of even more whining than usual to find this...

The poor little duffer hardly knew what to do with himself.

I was thinking a little something like this.. I wonder how long he would last under there and exactly how much I could get accomplished while he was otherwise "occupied". Hmmm

No, I thought... Surely he would just whine even louder (if that's possible) And so I freed the little captive and he went on to do great and important things throughout the rest of his day...

Like looking super cute...

He's really really ridiculously good at it

For Sale

Anyone looking to buy a cute little boy??

This week Noah decided to start growing some teeth. And when I say 'start' I mean we haven't seen any physical evidence of it, besides this...

and this...

and even more of this...

They say it will last how long?? At this rate, I might not make it to the end of the week.