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Monday, May 18, 2009
I know there is two sides to every story, but in this instance it really is mostly the other person's fault. Let me explain.
We live in an apartment complex. You know what that is right? A building, multi leveled, where many people live in sort of a community? Yes that's the one, Apartment. Note I didn't say a place where one person lives in solitude! This is very important to my point later on.
Well we have lived in the apartment setting for quite some time. From my days as a single man living in app 408 with a bunch of other single dudes...till now. Apartment living is quite common in the city. Now, there are a few things that sort of...come with the territory. Small spaces, bland setting(unless you paint), crazy high rent, and noise. Let me focus a lot more on that last one. NOISE.
If you have ever lived in a basement apartment you understand that NOISE comes with living in any apartment. If someone lives above you, in any standard rental unit, you are bound to hear some noise every now and then. Add a few children, a dog or two and aunt Gladas and you probably hear quite a bit.
Heck I remember living at home in our split level house I could hear every foot step the cats made when I was in the basement. Mom and Dad sounded like a heard of elephants...I can't imagine what I must have sounded like. If someone moves a chair, drops a toy, a cat jumps off a window, company over. These are all NORMAL REASONABLE and understandable sounds. If you live below someone, they may bother you, but in general you don't complain because you understand that as a human being you yourself make many of the same sounds, and the person living below you must also hear this from you.
Not in our case. We live above someone who is a Barron for noise. She has complained to the Super countless times about how "we move furniture all day". Yes lady you see we have nothing better to do than to RE-ARRANGE OUR APARTMENT all day JUST to bother you. I swear she is convinced that all we do each and every day is drag our book shelves and coffee table around. Then finish it up with a nice quiet game of TV toss.
At first I could shrug it off, but the complaints got more and more frequent. I began to monitor our movements, bought a play Matt for the baby, a rug for under the table, some plastic bottom chairs for guests who don't know how to silently move a chair as if your life depended on it(she is insane). None of this worked. She eventually CAME TO OUR DOOR and began half crying/complaining about her personal woes and how we were unbearable to live under.
We have a small family...and a baby who can't even WALK. Two cats (cats are not that loud) and I am hardly EVER home save for the late evening....I know for a fact that there are others in this building who would be much more difficult to live under. LARGE families, dogs...multiple toddlers...you get the picture? But even they would be completely with in their rights to make as much noise(With in reason) as you'd like.
If you live in an apartment complex be prepared to hear other people every now and then. Live with it, deal with it!
The super has explained to us many many times that this lady is crazy and that she complains every time a car drives to fast outside...or a bird makes to much noise(not really but you get the point right?). We don't feel so bad anymore. But as of late she has taken to banging loudly on the ceiling every time we so much as bump into a chair and it happens to make contact with the floor and make a sound. Even if we pick the damn chair up and place it down she gets angry. She has even woken Ariana up a few times with her immature ceiling banging. So what did we do? We politely complained to the super. We'll see what happens.
I think the day I move out I'll do some jumping jacks and have CHAIR races across the tile floor! Not really...but it'd be nice!
We live in an apartment complex. You know what that is right? A building, multi leveled, where many people live in sort of a community? Yes that's the one, Apartment. Note I didn't say a place where one person lives in solitude! This is very important to my point later on.
Well we have lived in the apartment setting for quite some time. From my days as a single man living in app 408 with a bunch of other single dudes...till now. Apartment living is quite common in the city. Now, there are a few things that sort of...come with the territory. Small spaces, bland setting(unless you paint), crazy high rent, and noise. Let me focus a lot more on that last one. NOISE.
If you have ever lived in a basement apartment you understand that NOISE comes with living in any apartment. If someone lives above you, in any standard rental unit, you are bound to hear some noise every now and then. Add a few children, a dog or two and aunt Gladas and you probably hear quite a bit.
Heck I remember living at home in our split level house I could hear every foot step the cats made when I was in the basement. Mom and Dad sounded like a heard of elephants...I can't imagine what I must have sounded like. If someone moves a chair, drops a toy, a cat jumps off a window, company over. These are all NORMAL REASONABLE and understandable sounds. If you live below someone, they may bother you, but in general you don't complain because you understand that as a human being you yourself make many of the same sounds, and the person living below you must also hear this from you.
Not in our case. We live above someone who is a Barron for noise. She has complained to the Super countless times about how "we move furniture all day". Yes lady you see we have nothing better to do than to RE-ARRANGE OUR APARTMENT all day JUST to bother you. I swear she is convinced that all we do each and every day is drag our book shelves and coffee table around. Then finish it up with a nice quiet game of TV toss.
At first I could shrug it off, but the complaints got more and more frequent. I began to monitor our movements, bought a play Matt for the baby, a rug for under the table, some plastic bottom chairs for guests who don't know how to silently move a chair as if your life depended on it(she is insane). None of this worked. She eventually CAME TO OUR DOOR and began half crying/complaining about her personal woes and how we were unbearable to live under.
We have a small family...and a baby who can't even WALK. Two cats (cats are not that loud) and I am hardly EVER home save for the late evening....I know for a fact that there are others in this building who would be much more difficult to live under. LARGE families, dogs...multiple toddlers...you get the picture? But even they would be completely with in their rights to make as much noise(With in reason) as you'd like.
If you live in an apartment complex be prepared to hear other people every now and then. Live with it, deal with it!
The super has explained to us many many times that this lady is crazy and that she complains every time a car drives to fast outside...or a bird makes to much noise(not really but you get the point right?). We don't feel so bad anymore. But as of late she has taken to banging loudly on the ceiling every time we so much as bump into a chair and it happens to make contact with the floor and make a sound. Even if we pick the damn chair up and place it down she gets angry. She has even woken Ariana up a few times with her immature ceiling banging. So what did we do? We politely complained to the super. We'll see what happens.
I think the day I move out I'll do some jumping jacks and have CHAIR races across the tile floor! Not really...but it'd be nice!
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Update
Kim is doing well. We thank everyone for the prayers.
Our baby was born March 25th at 7:00 pm at Scarborough Grace Hospital. We thank god for bringing us through this difficult time, for giving us everything we need to get through. We thank Erin and Dave for helping baby sit when Kim had to go to the Hospital, we thank Frank and Roberta Williams for taking Kim into their home wile I was away the day we found out, we thank Dave Williams for coming over and making us a meal to help get us through. We thank Melissa for taking care of Ariana so Kim and I could get away. Doug and Ruth for giving of their time to come down and look after Kim and Ariana. Louise and Gary for making the long trip from Leamington to take care of Ariana wile Kim was in the hospital.
We were given everything we need to make it through this time, and it has been difficult but it is over and we can now get on with our lives. We have a name for the baby and we were given a momento, footprints and an ultra sound picture.
We take joy in the fact that our child is with Jesus now, singing endless praise with a chorous of angels. We will one day meet our child face to face and that will be a great day. Until then, we will greave, we will move on, but we will not forget.
Thank you for your prayers and support.
A lot of people have been asking "what can we do to help?". Kim needs prayer, support, time and a little bit of understanding.
Our baby was born March 25th at 7:00 pm at Scarborough Grace Hospital. We thank god for bringing us through this difficult time, for giving us everything we need to get through. We thank Erin and Dave for helping baby sit when Kim had to go to the Hospital, we thank Frank and Roberta Williams for taking Kim into their home wile I was away the day we found out, we thank Dave Williams for coming over and making us a meal to help get us through. We thank Melissa for taking care of Ariana so Kim and I could get away. Doug and Ruth for giving of their time to come down and look after Kim and Ariana. Louise and Gary for making the long trip from Leamington to take care of Ariana wile Kim was in the hospital.
We were given everything we need to make it through this time, and it has been difficult but it is over and we can now get on with our lives. We have a name for the baby and we were given a momento, footprints and an ultra sound picture.
We take joy in the fact that our child is with Jesus now, singing endless praise with a chorous of angels. We will one day meet our child face to face and that will be a great day. Until then, we will greave, we will move on, but we will not forget.
Thank you for your prayers and support.
A lot of people have been asking "what can we do to help?". Kim needs prayer, support, time and a little bit of understanding.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Time to Rant
It has been quite some time since I posted a blog, and so now comes the time to post one. To be quite honnest I have been very busy, and a lot has been going on so I have had very little time to post anything.
This blog however will not be an update but rather a straight out rant. Nothing productive will come of this blog rather than me feeling quite better at the end.
We will start with my favourite ranting topic, public transportation. This time however I will leave the drivers alone and foccus on the patrons! Such as myself.
My ideal transit day is one like today, where I leave for work early and finish on time. When I leave early the bus is empty and when I leave work on time its right before the heart of rush hour and the bus isn't quite full yet. But if I sleep in, or have to stay late, watch out. Both there and back will be full beyond belief. Now, this is just a natural part of living in Toronto, but what bothers me the most is the lack of curtisy most people show under these circumstances.
Now its ok to stamp your feet and snap your fingers in frustration, to be a little annoyed that the bus is so full, or to whine about how few busses there actually are on your route, but in the end you have to suck it up and deal with it. We all do, it's part of life...get over it. What some people CHOOSE to do however is take their frustrations out on their fellow man(or woman). Refusing to move to let someone by, standing so firm in their spot that their elbow or knee rams into your back or gut! Sticking their hands out across your face to grab at the bar, even though they have no right reaching for a bar so far from them. The list goes on. But by far what bothers me the most is the seat mongers! These are people who will go through heaven and hell to get a seat, no matter HOW full the bus is, or how small the space happens to be. Normally larger people who dread the thought of standing. They will push and crawl and shove through the bus to get to the back and then squeeze their size XXXXL bottox into a seat that a small child would have a hard time fitting into. Leaving you squashed next to them, wile their arm and half of their leg rolles over into you. They then wiggle to the back of said seat and make themselves comfortable wile your absoutly squashed into them. This normally takes place on the three seaters where there is two people on either side and one half seat left in the middle.
I am a large person and know well enough NOT to put a nother person through this no matter what. If my buttox does not fit into the seat than it does not fit into the seat! END OF STORY! No ammount of wiggling or squriming will make it so. Seats are a MUST for the pregnant, elderly and disabled only. Otherwise it's first come first serve. Suck it up and stand and stop making an uncomfortable situation ten times worse!
Next we have those who deem it a must to inform the driver just how pissed off they are at what is going on. Normally men, and often older but sometimes just drunk or strange. They rant and rave to the driver about how upset they are that they missed their bus, or that there are not enough busses on the route, or that its to full on the bus. The poor driver has to listen to this disgruntled person wile trying to drive his bus. Leave the driver alone and shaddap. a) It's not is fault b) They don't control the bus infront of them or behind them and c) they can't do anything to help you! and to add to all that, its annoying for us to listen to aswell!
Sundays on the TTC have to be the worst. See, it was someone's bright idea once to cut service on sundays. Thinking that because no body had to go to work(or fewer anyhow) transit ridership would be lighter. Well thats wrong, everyone and their dog goes out on sundays, no body stays home, half of us have to work on the occasional sunday too. So there are fewer busses and subway trains and just as much riders. I have yet to come home from work on a sunday afternoon to a bus that wasn't shoulder to shoulder. Not only that, but I have to wait half an hour longer for said bus. My normal strategy of "hell no I'll wait for the next bus" doesn't work on sunday, unless I wish to take three hours to come home.
Subway delays seem to be all to common these days. You know...when you hear over the intercom in a cracked and hard to hear voice "attention subway passengers there is a ________ situation at our _____ _______ station." this sometimes means trains will be turning back, or that service will be moving at a snails pace. Almost feels like you are moving in rush hour traffic...annoying...but there's nothing that can be done. Just thought I'd mention how bothersome that is.
As much as it is nice to rant about my transit woes, I do have good thing to report as well. My saturday morning ride into work has to be the best part of my week for sure. It's quiet, it's empty and its dark and peaceful. Normally there is nobody on the bus (maybe one or two people) and the traffic is so non existant its like a nice country drive. I wish everyday could be like saturday morning. Sadly saturday afternoon is just as bad as week day, but not as bad as sunday.
I think that's about it. I have a child who realizes I am home now and has begin whining for my attention.
Take care
This blog however will not be an update but rather a straight out rant. Nothing productive will come of this blog rather than me feeling quite better at the end.
We will start with my favourite ranting topic, public transportation. This time however I will leave the drivers alone and foccus on the patrons! Such as myself.
My ideal transit day is one like today, where I leave for work early and finish on time. When I leave early the bus is empty and when I leave work on time its right before the heart of rush hour and the bus isn't quite full yet. But if I sleep in, or have to stay late, watch out. Both there and back will be full beyond belief. Now, this is just a natural part of living in Toronto, but what bothers me the most is the lack of curtisy most people show under these circumstances.
Now its ok to stamp your feet and snap your fingers in frustration, to be a little annoyed that the bus is so full, or to whine about how few busses there actually are on your route, but in the end you have to suck it up and deal with it. We all do, it's part of life...get over it. What some people CHOOSE to do however is take their frustrations out on their fellow man(or woman). Refusing to move to let someone by, standing so firm in their spot that their elbow or knee rams into your back or gut! Sticking their hands out across your face to grab at the bar, even though they have no right reaching for a bar so far from them. The list goes on. But by far what bothers me the most is the seat mongers! These are people who will go through heaven and hell to get a seat, no matter HOW full the bus is, or how small the space happens to be. Normally larger people who dread the thought of standing. They will push and crawl and shove through the bus to get to the back and then squeeze their size XXXXL bottox into a seat that a small child would have a hard time fitting into. Leaving you squashed next to them, wile their arm and half of their leg rolles over into you. They then wiggle to the back of said seat and make themselves comfortable wile your absoutly squashed into them. This normally takes place on the three seaters where there is two people on either side and one half seat left in the middle.
I am a large person and know well enough NOT to put a nother person through this no matter what. If my buttox does not fit into the seat than it does not fit into the seat! END OF STORY! No ammount of wiggling or squriming will make it so. Seats are a MUST for the pregnant, elderly and disabled only. Otherwise it's first come first serve. Suck it up and stand and stop making an uncomfortable situation ten times worse!
Next we have those who deem it a must to inform the driver just how pissed off they are at what is going on. Normally men, and often older but sometimes just drunk or strange. They rant and rave to the driver about how upset they are that they missed their bus, or that there are not enough busses on the route, or that its to full on the bus. The poor driver has to listen to this disgruntled person wile trying to drive his bus. Leave the driver alone and shaddap. a) It's not is fault b) They don't control the bus infront of them or behind them and c) they can't do anything to help you! and to add to all that, its annoying for us to listen to aswell!
Sundays on the TTC have to be the worst. See, it was someone's bright idea once to cut service on sundays. Thinking that because no body had to go to work(or fewer anyhow) transit ridership would be lighter. Well thats wrong, everyone and their dog goes out on sundays, no body stays home, half of us have to work on the occasional sunday too. So there are fewer busses and subway trains and just as much riders. I have yet to come home from work on a sunday afternoon to a bus that wasn't shoulder to shoulder. Not only that, but I have to wait half an hour longer for said bus. My normal strategy of "hell no I'll wait for the next bus" doesn't work on sunday, unless I wish to take three hours to come home.
Subway delays seem to be all to common these days. You know...when you hear over the intercom in a cracked and hard to hear voice "attention subway passengers there is a ________ situation at our _____ _______ station." this sometimes means trains will be turning back, or that service will be moving at a snails pace. Almost feels like you are moving in rush hour traffic...annoying...but there's nothing that can be done. Just thought I'd mention how bothersome that is.
As much as it is nice to rant about my transit woes, I do have good thing to report as well. My saturday morning ride into work has to be the best part of my week for sure. It's quiet, it's empty and its dark and peaceful. Normally there is nobody on the bus (maybe one or two people) and the traffic is so non existant its like a nice country drive. I wish everyday could be like saturday morning. Sadly saturday afternoon is just as bad as week day, but not as bad as sunday.
I think that's about it. I have a child who realizes I am home now and has begin whining for my attention.
Take care
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Hope and a Prayer
A lot needs saying I suppose. We'd rather everyone know the truth from the horses mouse rather than have to live on rumours.
A week or so ago Kim and I found out she was pregnant. On monday we had an ultra sound and discovered she was 12 weeks and 4 days. The next day, after I had left town to attned a funeral, Kim found out from the Doctor that our baby has what is called Anencephaly (warning not for the faint of heart please do not view with children present).
Long story short, best case senerio the baby is born and dies with in seconds to hours of birth. That is not a very good best case senerio. If the pregnancy is carried out till the end and the baby does not miscarry, than there is a 100% chance the baby will die almost right away.
We have asked for a second opinion and are holding on to hope that perhaps it was a wrong diagnosis. However we are preparing for both the best and the worst.
To state the obvious...right now we are totaly devistated, but we are getting by. My parents have been here by our side and that really helped, they stayed with us for a night and helped us. The Williams family was there for Kim wile I was away and that means the world to both of us. Our inlaws(kim's family) have offered prayer and a lot of support, so we are covered in the love of family and friends and that helps.
But that does not make the choice we have to make any easier. The big "A" word, or if you want to butter it up, terminating the pregancy. I will never know the pain and torment going through my wife's mind as she seariously deliberates this very real choice. As we discuss what we had thought would never be an option in a million years. Abortion, termination of pregnancy, mercy killing.
All I can say it pray for us, what we don't need is to be judged or told what the moral high ground is. No one can ever know this pain until they expirence it for themselves.
A week or so ago Kim and I found out she was pregnant. On monday we had an ultra sound and discovered she was 12 weeks and 4 days. The next day, after I had left town to attned a funeral, Kim found out from the Doctor that our baby has what is called Anencephaly (warning not for the faint of heart please do not view with children present).
Long story short, best case senerio the baby is born and dies with in seconds to hours of birth. That is not a very good best case senerio. If the pregnancy is carried out till the end and the baby does not miscarry, than there is a 100% chance the baby will die almost right away.
We have asked for a second opinion and are holding on to hope that perhaps it was a wrong diagnosis. However we are preparing for both the best and the worst.
To state the obvious...right now we are totaly devistated, but we are getting by. My parents have been here by our side and that really helped, they stayed with us for a night and helped us. The Williams family was there for Kim wile I was away and that means the world to both of us. Our inlaws(kim's family) have offered prayer and a lot of support, so we are covered in the love of family and friends and that helps.
But that does not make the choice we have to make any easier. The big "A" word, or if you want to butter it up, terminating the pregancy. I will never know the pain and torment going through my wife's mind as she seariously deliberates this very real choice. As we discuss what we had thought would never be an option in a million years. Abortion, termination of pregnancy, mercy killing.
All I can say it pray for us, what we don't need is to be judged or told what the moral high ground is. No one can ever know this pain until they expirence it for themselves.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Update
It has been a long wile since I have blogged. I have been a busy busy person. Between work, family and recreation, finding time for the internet has been difficult, but that is alright I suppose.
Oh I have had a whole lot to blog about, most of which would have just been complaints, rants, or ramblings of transit woes, commuter hell, or general dissatisfaction with other people, and most of that I have already forgotten...so there won't be none of that...well maybe just a little.
Before I get into anything else however, I'll get to the important point that everyone is no doubt dieing for an update on. Ariana! She is doing well, she is approching the 6 month mark, and so far so good. She is smiling, babbling, rolling over to her stomach and to her back, sleeping with out being bundled, sleeping through the night(some nights). She is doing well with all her milestones. She is gaining weight at a healthy rate and all is well. She has not grown out of the clingie stage and still cries a lot when we put her down or don't pay attention to her for more than a few moments at a time...this gets frustrating because she wants to be held ALL the TIME and will even wake herself up at night just to be held some nights. That has to be the one and only frustation I have with parent hood so far. Ariana is an incredably NEEDY baby, I am convinced she is more needy than other babies, but I am probally wrong. It would be nice to be able to put her down on a matt or in a jolly jumper for 10 minuts, or a half hour every now and then...or change her in silence...however 9/10 times she will begin to huff and puff and scream, sure enough once she is back in mommy or daddy's arms she gets all happy and smiles. You may think this is cute, trust me...the cuteness factor wears off FAST!
She has not begun to make strange yet which is a HUGE RELIEF because it means we can begin to LEAVE her with people for a few hours at a time and get some time to our selves. My mother and father came down for 3 days and my mother didn't leave our apartment the whole time. Her choice mind you. Kim was given 3 MUCH needed days off, and grandma got to spend some time with her grandchild. My mom commented that Ariana is quite an attention hog, we just smiled and nodded. Oh believe me it isn't that we don't pay her any attention, maybe we pay her too much attention...I suppose she'll grow out of it someday...I hope.
She HAS grown out of the "cry when ever I see Daddy" stage, now she only cries when I change her. Other people can change her just fine, she just doesn't like me to change her. She LOVES being with Daddy and flashes me the biggest smiles when I come home from work. She loves spending time with me and being held, but the second I set her down with the intention of changing her...watch out!
Know what else I miss...the days when she wasn't sure how to cry with the passifier in her mouth. You see, once upon a time when you put the passifier in her cute little mouth...she would stop crying because you see she really wasn't sure HOW to cry with it in her mouth. This meant two VERY important things for us. First, we had a plug for her cry hole, second if she was crying, we knew there was something we could try that might work. Now adays, she has figured out how to bawl wile still sucking on her passifier...this means two things. First, we no longer have a plug for her cry hole, and second if she is crying...there isn't a sure fire way to stop her. You see my delema then...
Well I love my daughter to pieces I really do, but I am learning quickly that the "baby phase" is not my favourite time. All the really cute and adorable things about babies have worn themselves out and I am very much ready for a toddler, or perhaps a 5 or 6 year old. People tell me, "Daniel toddlers are a lot harder than babies" and I agree with them, but a lot of those are challanges that I can handle. I am faced with these challanges on a daily basis and I know I have what it takes to deal with them. But a crying baby...totally greek to me. See some parents I hear them say things like "oh when I hear my baby cry I get so sad and I feel so sorry for them." I have to admit sadness is the last feeling that comes over me when a baby is crying insessently for a half hour for no good reason. I shall leave it at that.
So anyone still with me to this point? Good, then I'll stop the baby talk and start with other aspects of life.
As I said my parents came for a visit, so on Monday(the holiday) my father and kim and I decided to go skating down town. hehe, kim made it alright for a wile but my father and I hardly made it once around the rink before we traded in our skates for a hotdog! Which is to say we gave up and cheered kim and her friend on as they enjoyed the ice. Skating is not for everyone, something about a top heavy man like me balancing on two think blades on a frozen lake....that just doesn't match.
There has been a lot of new and exciting stuff happening at work the last few weeks. Some of it good, some of it bad, all of it exciting! It has been keeping be very busy. But I am growing because of it and actually enjoying my self a lot!
Well thats about it from my corner. As I type there is a whailing 5 and a half month old in the back ground who is not at all enjoying this "teething" thing. So I am finding it difficult to type. Time to go lend a hand.
Ciao
Oh I have had a whole lot to blog about, most of which would have just been complaints, rants, or ramblings of transit woes, commuter hell, or general dissatisfaction with other people, and most of that I have already forgotten...so there won't be none of that...well maybe just a little.
Before I get into anything else however, I'll get to the important point that everyone is no doubt dieing for an update on. Ariana! She is doing well, she is approching the 6 month mark, and so far so good. She is smiling, babbling, rolling over to her stomach and to her back, sleeping with out being bundled, sleeping through the night(some nights). She is doing well with all her milestones. She is gaining weight at a healthy rate and all is well. She has not grown out of the clingie stage and still cries a lot when we put her down or don't pay attention to her for more than a few moments at a time...this gets frustrating because she wants to be held ALL the TIME and will even wake herself up at night just to be held some nights. That has to be the one and only frustation I have with parent hood so far. Ariana is an incredably NEEDY baby, I am convinced she is more needy than other babies, but I am probally wrong. It would be nice to be able to put her down on a matt or in a jolly jumper for 10 minuts, or a half hour every now and then...or change her in silence...however 9/10 times she will begin to huff and puff and scream, sure enough once she is back in mommy or daddy's arms she gets all happy and smiles. You may think this is cute, trust me...the cuteness factor wears off FAST!
She has not begun to make strange yet which is a HUGE RELIEF because it means we can begin to LEAVE her with people for a few hours at a time and get some time to our selves. My mother and father came down for 3 days and my mother didn't leave our apartment the whole time. Her choice mind you. Kim was given 3 MUCH needed days off, and grandma got to spend some time with her grandchild. My mom commented that Ariana is quite an attention hog, we just smiled and nodded. Oh believe me it isn't that we don't pay her any attention, maybe we pay her too much attention...I suppose she'll grow out of it someday...I hope.
She HAS grown out of the "cry when ever I see Daddy" stage, now she only cries when I change her. Other people can change her just fine, she just doesn't like me to change her. She LOVES being with Daddy and flashes me the biggest smiles when I come home from work. She loves spending time with me and being held, but the second I set her down with the intention of changing her...watch out!
Know what else I miss...the days when she wasn't sure how to cry with the passifier in her mouth. You see, once upon a time when you put the passifier in her cute little mouth...she would stop crying because you see she really wasn't sure HOW to cry with it in her mouth. This meant two VERY important things for us. First, we had a plug for her cry hole, second if she was crying, we knew there was something we could try that might work. Now adays, she has figured out how to bawl wile still sucking on her passifier...this means two things. First, we no longer have a plug for her cry hole, and second if she is crying...there isn't a sure fire way to stop her. You see my delema then...
Well I love my daughter to pieces I really do, but I am learning quickly that the "baby phase" is not my favourite time. All the really cute and adorable things about babies have worn themselves out and I am very much ready for a toddler, or perhaps a 5 or 6 year old. People tell me, "Daniel toddlers are a lot harder than babies" and I agree with them, but a lot of those are challanges that I can handle. I am faced with these challanges on a daily basis and I know I have what it takes to deal with them. But a crying baby...totally greek to me. See some parents I hear them say things like "oh when I hear my baby cry I get so sad and I feel so sorry for them." I have to admit sadness is the last feeling that comes over me when a baby is crying insessently for a half hour for no good reason. I shall leave it at that.
So anyone still with me to this point? Good, then I'll stop the baby talk and start with other aspects of life.
As I said my parents came for a visit, so on Monday(the holiday) my father and kim and I decided to go skating down town. hehe, kim made it alright for a wile but my father and I hardly made it once around the rink before we traded in our skates for a hotdog! Which is to say we gave up and cheered kim and her friend on as they enjoyed the ice. Skating is not for everyone, something about a top heavy man like me balancing on two think blades on a frozen lake....that just doesn't match.
There has been a lot of new and exciting stuff happening at work the last few weeks. Some of it good, some of it bad, all of it exciting! It has been keeping be very busy. But I am growing because of it and actually enjoying my self a lot!
Well thats about it from my corner. As I type there is a whailing 5 and a half month old in the back ground who is not at all enjoying this "teething" thing. So I am finding it difficult to type. Time to go lend a hand.
Ciao
Friday, January 30, 2009
isn't life fun?
I haven't blogged in quite some time! I haven't really had a lot to say. But now I do so here we go. Warning the following contains uncensored opinion, ranting and otherwise may be portrayed as venting. If that is the sort of thing that pushes your buttons...then go read another blog :)
Yesterday afternoon proved quite testing. The commute home was not your every day run of the mill commute home! Not by a long shot! Where to begin!
First the bus was quite late, and thats alright because it's winter and ya learn to accept such. Two buses eventually did come, but they were full to capacity so I waited for the third bus. It was also standing room only, but I was cold and it was getting late. So I hop on. After about 10 stops or so a seat opened up! WOOHOO! I promptly searched the area for pregnant women or seniors...finding none I took the seat.
A few stops later the seat beside me opened up, and right away a lady with a baby walked on the bus and took it. She was holding her 11 month old son in a front carrier(SMART woman). At first the child ignored me, paying instead attention to the drunken rambling hobo on the other side of him. Once he lost interest there he turned to me. I pretended to be asleep, no such luck. He commenced right away in touching my arm, and pulling on my jacket. I think he wanted me to move, but he was smiling when ever I looked to him so I think he may have just been playing. Right away the mother did the whole "nono Pedro! You can't do that!". I smiled and talked to him amused like, things like "you like my jacket" and "its soft right?" and I smiled and made funny faces, deciding to take it in good humor rather than grumble. Right away the lady asked me if I was a father, we talked about our children for a wile and then I went back to pretending to sleep wile baby Pedro(ok thats really not his name but he was Hispanic so for all intensive purposes he will be referred to as baby Pedro!) commenced in grabbing my jacket for most of the very long and slow ride.
Well near the end of the line, another baby and momma came on. They sat next to lil Pedro and his momma. After not too long new baby(we shall name him Bob) became interested in Pedro. Well Pedro was not at all happy about this and let out a loud SCREAM! Lil Bob responded with a scream of his own, and soon Bob and Pedro were having a screaming match for the rest of the bus ride. Oddly enough, this did not phase me in the least. I simply chuckled and allowed the mothers to attempt to sooth their poor children.
Well asides from Bob and Pedro, there were two other young children close to me, about 4 and 5 years of age. Their Grandmother was with them helping them eat some sort of dessert on a stick. The little boy was gobbling his down, as little boys often do. Wile the cute little girl was nibbling contently on hers taking her sweet time, as little girls often do. Well this was no good as far as grandma was concerned. She started nagging the poor little girl on how slow she was eating, saying horrible things to the child!
"Why do you gotta eat so damn slow" and "If I knew you were gonna do this I would have never bought that for you!"
She then commenced to grab the stick and force the poor child to eat faster. Saying "turn the stick and bite! SWALLOW...damnit!"
I said nothing, and gave no looks, I was to sad. It was not my place to comment, but my heart went out to that poor child. On the plus side the little girl was doing a stand up job ignoring the overbearing grandmother!
So I get to the station and head out in order to buy some stuff for the baby before I go home. I get what I need and am walking through the mall on my way back to the subway, when I hear this unearthly hacking cough. I turn startled to find an elderly lady coughing. She coughs a few more times...you know the "AHHHOOWWAAAAAAGGRRAAAWWWOOOWAA" kind of cough?
I ignore it and head on a little, thinking I will get an ice cream from the parlor across the way (We were in a mall) when I hear a voice.
"You just go away! We don't need people like you spreading their germs!" an elderly man says as he walks over, with his walker, to the woman.
"who the hell are you!" is her reply.
"Cover your damn mouth you old bat!" he says, mind you he is probably in his 90's himself!
This sort of conversation goes on back and forth for a good 5 minuets, he would say something then start to shuffle away, and she'd snap back and he would shuffle back and snap something at her, and she'd start to walk away and he would say something, then she would wave her arm as if she was gonna hit him and he would wave his arms like he was going to hit her then they'd both walk a way a little only to shuffle back and argue some more. Then he waved his walker in the air and she waved her cane in the air.
He walked away and muttered.
"I've lived above this mall for 40 years! Don't you be spreading your shit in my mall!"
"YEA well F*** you!" she said
"No F%%% you!"
this went on for about 5 more minutes. I eventually left...they didn't have the ice cream flavor I wanted anyhow.
So I went down to the food court to get a drink, shortest line would do! It just happened to be New York Fries! So I order a Coke Zero and pay. I had to excuse myself past someone to get a straw, they move, I reach over pull out my straw...and promptly knock over all of their food from the counter. Fries, gravy, drinks, all over the floor. After begging forgiveness I excuse myself and walk away.
Still managing to keep my cool, and actually finding a chuckle in all of it so far.
So I get to the bus bay and notice there is about a 100 person lineup for my bus. No big. I suck on my ice cold coke in the ice cold line...bad idea. Eventually a bus comes. We all shuffle over. I get to the door in time for it to close, the bus is to full. Le sigh!
I eventually got home, had a wonderful dinner with my wife and gave my daughter a big kiss!
Life's fun sometimes eh?
Yesterday afternoon proved quite testing. The commute home was not your every day run of the mill commute home! Not by a long shot! Where to begin!
First the bus was quite late, and thats alright because it's winter and ya learn to accept such. Two buses eventually did come, but they were full to capacity so I waited for the third bus. It was also standing room only, but I was cold and it was getting late. So I hop on. After about 10 stops or so a seat opened up! WOOHOO! I promptly searched the area for pregnant women or seniors...finding none I took the seat.
A few stops later the seat beside me opened up, and right away a lady with a baby walked on the bus and took it. She was holding her 11 month old son in a front carrier(SMART woman). At first the child ignored me, paying instead attention to the drunken rambling hobo on the other side of him. Once he lost interest there he turned to me. I pretended to be asleep, no such luck. He commenced right away in touching my arm, and pulling on my jacket. I think he wanted me to move, but he was smiling when ever I looked to him so I think he may have just been playing. Right away the mother did the whole "nono Pedro! You can't do that!". I smiled and talked to him amused like, things like "you like my jacket" and "its soft right?" and I smiled and made funny faces, deciding to take it in good humor rather than grumble. Right away the lady asked me if I was a father, we talked about our children for a wile and then I went back to pretending to sleep wile baby Pedro(ok thats really not his name but he was Hispanic so for all intensive purposes he will be referred to as baby Pedro!) commenced in grabbing my jacket for most of the very long and slow ride.
Well near the end of the line, another baby and momma came on. They sat next to lil Pedro and his momma. After not too long new baby(we shall name him Bob) became interested in Pedro. Well Pedro was not at all happy about this and let out a loud SCREAM! Lil Bob responded with a scream of his own, and soon Bob and Pedro were having a screaming match for the rest of the bus ride. Oddly enough, this did not phase me in the least. I simply chuckled and allowed the mothers to attempt to sooth their poor children.
Well asides from Bob and Pedro, there were two other young children close to me, about 4 and 5 years of age. Their Grandmother was with them helping them eat some sort of dessert on a stick. The little boy was gobbling his down, as little boys often do. Wile the cute little girl was nibbling contently on hers taking her sweet time, as little girls often do. Well this was no good as far as grandma was concerned. She started nagging the poor little girl on how slow she was eating, saying horrible things to the child!
"Why do you gotta eat so damn slow" and "If I knew you were gonna do this I would have never bought that for you!"
She then commenced to grab the stick and force the poor child to eat faster. Saying "turn the stick and bite! SWALLOW...damnit!"
I said nothing, and gave no looks, I was to sad. It was not my place to comment, but my heart went out to that poor child. On the plus side the little girl was doing a stand up job ignoring the overbearing grandmother!
So I get to the station and head out in order to buy some stuff for the baby before I go home. I get what I need and am walking through the mall on my way back to the subway, when I hear this unearthly hacking cough. I turn startled to find an elderly lady coughing. She coughs a few more times...you know the "AHHHOOWWAAAAAAGGRRAAAWWWOOOWAA" kind of cough?
I ignore it and head on a little, thinking I will get an ice cream from the parlor across the way (We were in a mall) when I hear a voice.
"You just go away! We don't need people like you spreading their germs!" an elderly man says as he walks over, with his walker, to the woman.
"who the hell are you!" is her reply.
"Cover your damn mouth you old bat!" he says, mind you he is probably in his 90's himself!
This sort of conversation goes on back and forth for a good 5 minuets, he would say something then start to shuffle away, and she'd snap back and he would shuffle back and snap something at her, and she'd start to walk away and he would say something, then she would wave her arm as if she was gonna hit him and he would wave his arms like he was going to hit her then they'd both walk a way a little only to shuffle back and argue some more. Then he waved his walker in the air and she waved her cane in the air.
He walked away and muttered.
"I've lived above this mall for 40 years! Don't you be spreading your shit in my mall!"
"YEA well F*** you!" she said
"No F%%% you!"
this went on for about 5 more minutes. I eventually left...they didn't have the ice cream flavor I wanted anyhow.
So I went down to the food court to get a drink, shortest line would do! It just happened to be New York Fries! So I order a Coke Zero and pay. I had to excuse myself past someone to get a straw, they move, I reach over pull out my straw...and promptly knock over all of their food from the counter. Fries, gravy, drinks, all over the floor. After begging forgiveness I excuse myself and walk away.
Still managing to keep my cool, and actually finding a chuckle in all of it so far.
So I get to the bus bay and notice there is about a 100 person lineup for my bus. No big. I suck on my ice cold coke in the ice cold line...bad idea. Eventually a bus comes. We all shuffle over. I get to the door in time for it to close, the bus is to full. Le sigh!
I eventually got home, had a wonderful dinner with my wife and gave my daughter a big kiss!
Life's fun sometimes eh?
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