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You know what’s weird? Despite my best intentions, I can get sidetracked from blogging. Over the last year there have been a few things that have put my blogging on hold for a day or two (or the horror, the horror, MORE): buying and selling my house (moving), going on a road trip to TO, taking a vacation at my parents’ cottage, or our internet being mistakenly cut off by our provider (just to name a few).

And on these breaks, when I’m not blogging regularly, I feel a sort of weight of my shoulders. I want to be blogging, buy then another day passes when I haven’t even logged into my WordPress account. Then I might make a plan to blog at night, because I find myself too busy in the day, but by the time night comes around I’m too tired, or don’t feel like it. And then another day passes. Suddenly a string of days have passed or *ouch* even a week and then I wonder how will I even get back in to blogging? I mean I’ve been away for so long, is it even possible to catch up or even get back into it? It seems harder to actually login and start writing when it’s not part of my daily routine.

But then I eventually do login in and the ideas just flow. And I realize I’ve missed my blog, and I want to keep at it. I love what his blog has become and years down the line, it won’t matter if I’ve missed a few days here and there. What will matter is that I’ve documented so much of our family history (from my perspective mind you, but that’s the beauty of having my own blog, I guess. I am entitled to full creative license. I don’t have to meet deadlines. I can blog when I want, when I feel like it. And little by little these daily (or somewhat daily) anecdotes will add up to quite the family memoir.

All this to say: so much has happened this August. I’ve been experimenting with our SLR camera and taken hundreds of photos. There’s no way that I can go back and write about all of my or Niko’s adventures, but what I will do is post some of the best pics with a sentence or two explaining all that Niko and I, and his Daddy, and of course Frasier have been up to these past few weeks (Posts: In Grand Arms, At the Lake, Baby, Surprise! It’s Grandad’s Birthday ). Trying to keep it as consecutive as possible as I go…


Last weekend we took a family road trip to Toronto to meet up with Ciocia Ola, Uncle Bruce and to finally meet Little Emi. They were all in town for Bruce’s sister’s wedding.  So we trekked down on Thursday night and spent the whole day with them on Friday as well as a good portion of Sunday, before we drove back to Ottawa.

And didn’t Niko and Emi become fast friends. They started speaking in Polish the minute they saw each other and overall got on quite famously. Or maybe they were just cooing in baby-speak, either way I couldn’t understand a word of it. Anyway, it was great to see them all, and have the whole family together. Emi even celebrated by completely pooping all over her clothes and her mommy shortly before we left (or is that the reason we left?).

Note Picture Titles: 1) Daddy’s Shoulder 2) First Encounter 3) Proud Dziadzio 4) Strollin’


You see the “moose danger” signs all over Highway 60 but hardly ever actually see any moose. Those signs are everywhere though, but the only moose I ever see (which ends up being about one a summer) are drinking water not too far from the highway. (Well, except for that one time we saw the dead on one the side of the road, but that’s another story.) And you usually know the moose is there before you even see it yourself, because there are cars stopped on both shoulders and people out with their cameras snapping away. I also hear that every year people have fatal collisions with these massive beasts, but again, this is something (thank goodness) that I have never experienced first hand.

The closest I’ve ever come to a moose, or for that matter colliding with one, happened last weekend. Borys, Dziadzio, Niko and I were piled in to our hatchback and traveling toward my parents’ cottage. Seeing as our friends Jamie and Chris were getting married at a place called Port Severn lodge and we were coming from Ottawa, we decided to split up the drive by staying at the cottage on Friday night, leaving us only a two hour drive for the day of the wedding. Dziadzio graciously tagged along as our in-house babysitter. So while Borys and I were at the ceremony, dinner and dance, Dziadzio and Niko were hanging out in the hotel room. It was actually really convenient because everything was within walking distance and Borys and I could easily check on Niko (and Dziadzio).

Anyway, back to the moose…

So as we were nearing the cottage and time was creeping close to midnight, we could see a figure up ahead and off to the side of the road. As we got closer we had to completely stop our car on the highway: thank goodness there was no other traffic, otherwise the results could have been tragic! Anyway, we came to a complete stop and the moose was about a metre or two in front of our car. It was as if we were having a standoff: our eyes peering out (and up) at hers and she squinting into the headlights and right into our car. Then she backed up so she was square in front of us and turned to face us directly! For as second we all thought she was going to charge, but I think she was probably just stunned from what was going on, as well as by the high beams. Anyway, she broke out of her reverie (didn’t charge us) and clambered off to the side of the highway! Craziness!

Note: The picture of the moose below is not the actual moose we saw, just a random cute pic of a moose with her baby.


You know sometimes when you do something that seems like a good idea at the time, but in hindsight may not have been the best choice. This is Niko’s and my reality right now. Last Friday the Little N Man and I had an adventure at the grocery store: the adventurous part being that he got to sit in the grocery cart like a big boy for the first time. When I put him in there, I couldn’t help but think about all the hands that had touched the cart and that probably it wasn’t the cleanest of things for my little babe to be touching. Especially considering he’s at that stage where everything goes in his mouth, so even if he doesn’t have any toys to munch on, it’s his hands that eventually end up there. So yes, my little baby was touching the grocery cart handle, then putting his hands in his mouth and repeating this for the entire grocery “adventure”. I just tried to keep my mantra in mind; he’s building his immunities, right?

Well, it turns out that my senses were right! There was something nasty lingering on that grocery cart. That day he developed a small blister by his mouth, which eventually burst and turned red, only to get bigger over the course of the weekend. But seeing as we were on another road trip, going to my friend Jamie’s wedding, we weren’t in a position to get his face checked out. To make us first-time parents feel a bit better, my friend Leslie, who was also at the wedding and is a nurse, looked at his face and wasn’t too concerned. She suggested it could be impetigo and that we should see a doctor when we got back to Ottawa. So, today Daddy and Niko (yes, Daddy became inflicted as well) headed to the doctor’s office where they were both diagnosed with … impetigo! Anyway, they’ve been prescribed this antibacterial cream and hopefully it will do the trick, because Niko’s supposed to go to two birthday parties this weekend, and unless this is clear he won’t be able to go…

Note: It’s now imperative that I keep Niko’s nails short: despite the qualms I have about cutting them! Out of necessity I must keep them trimmed. (Actually, I just clipped them yesterday, so kudos to me!) The reason for the necessity of this maintenance is that impetigo is highly contagious and can spread to openings in the skin, like the ones that sometimes happen when he scratches his face because his nails are too long!


When Borys and I had Niko we rescinded ourselves to using cloth diapers. There were many factors leading to this decision: it seems better for the environment, overall ends up being less expensive, and my sister supplied us with most of the cloth diapers and wraps that she used. So it was both an eco-friendly and eco-nomical choice all around. And truth be told, the cloth diapers have worked out quite nicely for us over the last eight months. Once we got used to them and got into the routine of using them, it’s been totally fine. That is, until we take a break from the cloth.

This (welcomed?) break has come twice: once when Niko and I went to Halifax last winter, and just this past weekend when we visited my sister and her family. The reason for the break is that the thought of doing cloth diapering at someone else’s house is something I can’t quite wrap my head around. And both times that I’ve taken a cloth diaper vacation, I’ve quite liked the convenience of disposables! They are SO easy! Despite the high pressured hose attachment on our toilet, the convenience of disposables makes me sort of want to rethink my commitment to the duo-eco reason I started using cloth in the first place…


This weekend we experienced our first family road trip: Borys, Niko, Frasier and I hit the road toward Southern Ontario. As we made the trek (a welcomed distraction from all our real estate debacles) I kept having flashbacks of how I’d spent the May long weekend in years past. Moving to Ottawa I discovered that the Victoria Day holiday, affectionately nicknamed May 2-4 where I’m from, is not nearly as celebrated in the city as it is in the small town (and others like it) that I grew up in. In my experiences, each year May 2-4 was a big deal: whether it was time spent with family or friends, it usually involved camping, lots of food, laughs and maybe a few cold ones as well.

Anyway, as I reflected on these memories during the long (made extra long with a dog and baby on board) ride to see my sis and her fam, I couldn’t help but notice how times have changed. In a great way, mind you, but this May 2-4 rang in differently than most of the ones I remembered. The main reason for heading to Southern Ontario was to celebrate our niece’s First Communion: Claire had been preparing for quite some time and today was the big day. There was a lovely lunch at their place prior to the service and then off to the church, where Niko continually whined (but who could blame him, church coincided perfectly with nap time) until Borys and I decided to take him out of his misery and bring him back to my sister’s place for a nap, and now as I type, I can just hear him gurgling to himself in the other room: OK baby, it’s time for sleep!

Anyway, traveling such a distance with Niko and Frasier, actually wasn’t that bad. The most challenging part has been keeping Frasier under wraps at my sister’s house. He’s had his share of misadventures already and we’ve only been here for half of our full stay! Hopefully we can keep him in line until it’s time for us to hit the pavement again. The highlight of Frasier’s stay happened today, when Reuban (my sister’s dog) escaped out the front door. We were all out front coaxing him back and unbeknownst to us, Frasier was watching the action through a second floor screen window. So amidst the commotion of the elusive Reuban we heard a strange noise coming from above, and looked up only to see sweet Frasier up in the window sill clawing through the screen! Who knows what he would have done if he actually made a hole big enough for his whole body?! I ran upstairs, but it was too late, the screen had been ruined! Yikes! Let’s just hope that was the climax of his misbehaviour. And eventually, Reuban did come back.

All in all it’s been a great visit! Two huge dogs, four “mature” adults, and four little cuzzies + one on the way! Yup, Marion and JP are expecting their fourth bundle of joy this coming December! What great news!


What I learned today:

1) Always keep extra wipes in the car, as you never know when you may want them.

2) And when I don’t have wipes? (Or even if I do…) Keep this mantra in mind: He’s building his immunities.

Sometimes I wonder why it’s so hard to say things to certain people. Here’s the situation…

Niko was in need of some new cloth diapers. There’s a shop in Ottawa that supplies them, so we made our way there this afternoon. I parked close to the shop and seeing as there are few steps upon entering, I left my stroller in the car and hauled my not so little babe in, in his car seat.

When we got into the store the clerk was on the phone, another customer had a bawling newborn and there were two toddlers roaming around barefoot. The clerk told me she would help me in a minute, but actually another clerk showed up instead. Niko was acting a little fussy, so I was asking questions about the diapers while rocking his car seat at my feet. At one point I stopped rocking it, got into a convo with the clerk and when I  looked down again Niko was being invaded by one curious little toddler (a girl of about three). She had crept up quietly and was intently looking at the little guy, crouched just a few inches from his face. I didn’t even know where she came from, but smiled and told her his name was Niko. Then her sister showed up, probably about two years old, and they were both gazing in at little Niko.

Meanwhile, the clerk continued to help me while the other one still gabbed on the phone, with a customer I think (hope). By this point I was only half listening as I also wanted to supervise what was going on underfoot. The little girls ended up touching his toys and holding his hands, to which I responded in the nicest voice I could muster, “Please don’t touch his hands, because he puts them in his mouth.” All I was really thinking was, “Who the heck is their mother and where is she?” The girls continued to fondle Niko and I continued to get internally annoyed while staying outwardly calm and trying to tell them nicely to back off. After about five min. their mom finally came over, she was the other clerk in the store, and she was still on the phone, but she grabbed the girls’ arms and pulled them away. However this did nothing to deter them from continually creeping up. I was getting increasingly annoyed, and the clerk that was helping me, well it was her first day, so she was just learning and really slow at the whole sales process!

By the time I left I was livid (maybe I was overreacting, but that’s just how I felt). Why were this woman’s kids touching my baby? (Well, because they were curious and it’s natural!) But more to the point, why was this woman at work with her kids and why wasn’t she getting them away from my baby?!

When I left the store I called Borys to vent my frustrations, and while he was a willing ear he also gently reminded me that we can’t shield him from everything. True, true. But I was still annoyed and wondering why I didn’t speak up, again? I mean babies can’t speak up for themselves, so the parents are left to do it. I just didn’t know what to say, or how to tell this lady to keep her kids off. I was just there trying to learn about cloth diapers (and trust me there’s A LOT to learn – a million options to be exact!), and while I was trying to learn I ended up being super distracted by these little urchins fondling my baby, not to mention leaning all over his car seat.

Am I overreacting? I know he needs to build his immunities, but I was there (with limited time) as a paying customer not for a play date!

Note: Today I left my condo, for the first time without a diaper bag. I pretty much know Niko’s routine now and I figured we were safe to leave the house without this cumbersome accessory. But you know what? I would have loved to have some wipes in my car post store visit. Seeing as I had no diaper bag, I had no wipes. On the way home I stopped at Shoppers and bought a supply for the car. They are now in my car awaiting any future hiccups, that will inevitably occur.

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