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To put potty training into perspective, my friend Alison created this lovely visual while we chatted on the phone. She’s got a 3 year old and an almost one year old, so that means a year’s-worth more of experience than I have. And while that doesn’t necessarily make her a potty training expert, I do trust and welcome her somewhat humourous advice. Well, humourous as long as her vision doesn’t come to fruition in my life…

Alison: So just picture this. It’s winter. You’ve just had a baby. Maybe you’ve had a c-section, maybe you haven’t but regardless you will be recovering, tired, and have two little tag-a-longs as your newest accessory. You’ve got some errands to run and are venturing out into the cold. You’ve finally gotten both kids and yourself, adequately bundled for the elements and buckled into their carseats when Niko says: “Mama I have to go pee”. But not only does he have to go pee, he does go pee. Right there. In his carseat and in his snowsuit. Now, you’re stuck with a peepee snowsuit and the prospect of trekking the kiddos back into the house, to fix this mess. Because accidents do happen.

And even once the mess is adequately cleaned, you’re still stuck with a peepee snowsuit and some errands to run. Did I mention that it’s -20 outside? Is this what you want for yourself? Seriously? Really? Don’t train him in the winter or before the baby comes. Because you know what? Once he sees that little baby getting her diaper changed, he’s going to regress and want the same attention for himself. Do you hear what I’m saying?

Me: Uh huh…

Alison: Geesh. I’m opinionated hey?

Me: …

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Ok, so point taken again. No I do not want a winter of peepee snowsuits. Maybe waiting until the Spring for serious potty training will be more doable. Afterall no groom ever walked down the aisle in a diaper, right?


Baby’s got a new trick, and I happily discovered it before it led to disaster. It was just yesterday when Niko was lying on his back that I heard the slow sound of velcro coming undone. I looked down to see two baby eyes looking up at me with a grin, while one little baby hand was slowly undoing the velcro on his diaper! It’s been so hot in Ottawa these past few days that I’ve taken to dressing Niko in just a t-shirt and diaper when we’re in the house. But apparently this uniform is going to have to change now that I know he can undo the protective diaper cover.  Yikes! I don’t even want to imagine what would happen if he got that puppy off when I was unaware. Actually I don’t really have to imagine seeing as once, a long time ago, I did experience the repercussions of a baby who had discovered this trick, and left to his own devices it caused one huge mess…

Go back in time about 24 years and you’ll see my brother Greg as a baby. Seeing as I am eight years his senior, I was old enough for this memory to be clearly etched in time on my brain, never again to be forgotten and now forever memorialized on this blog! (Sorry, Greg!) So this is how it all went down. Picture a nine year old me with my friend Marie over to play and Baby Greg just “snoozing” away during nap time.

Marie: Want to go in and check on your baby brother?

Me: Sure, but we’ll have to be quiet to make sure we don’t wake him up.

We then proceed to gingerly open Little Greg’s bedroom door only to see him happily sitting up in his crib…

Baby Greg: Ga ga ga, goo goo goo.

Me: Why is there chocolate all over the place? (Oh the innocent mind of a nine year old…)

Marie: Umm, Alli I don’t think that’s chocolate!

Me: Well, what is it?! Look at it! It’s everywhere: on the walls, in the crib spokes, on the sheets, all over Little G (in his hair, on his hands, you get the picture…).

Me: Oh my gosh!!! MOM, get up here! QUICK!

Baby Greg: Ga ga ga, goo goo goo.

Needless to say, I don’t need a repeat of this particular antic under my parenting repertoire of experience. So Baby Niko, it looks like you’ll be wearing diaper shirts or shorts even on the really hot days!

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Niko literally puts his foot in his mouth on a daily basis, and it’s making changing his diaper a real challenge. He just bends those baby knees and grabs on tight to both feet, usually putting one then the other to his mouth. What a flexible little munchkin!

And he gets such a firm hold on those tiny toes! I’ve tried to pull them out of his hands so I can get on with the show, but his grip is strong and tough to break. Even when he does let go, he keeps his knees bent up – sort of like he’s recalling life as a fetus.


Quite a few years back, when my sister Marion had only one child, she and her fam – including my mom – came to Ottawa for a weekend of Winterlude.  Now, if someone comes up for Winterlude it is imperative that they make the trek to the Rideau Canal – the world’s largest outdoor skating rink – don a pair of skates and make a go of the somewhat bumpy surface. Seeing as Audra was just a wee babe, she remained snugly in her stroller while Marion and John Paul took turns pushing her on their skates down the canal. And seeing as they were here on a weekend, the canal was probably as jam packed as the accompanying picture shows.

Anyway, we had a great time skating: well most of us did. At one point I looked over my shoulder to check on my sis only to see that she had taken a spill with wee Audra! Yes, picture a three wheel stroller down for the count! Basically Audra was left looking skyward and the stroller had been tipped and landed by the time I saw it: I can only imagine how easy this would actually be to do, while pushing a stroller in ice skates! Thankfully everyone was OK, and we just righted the stroller and continued on our trek down the canal and back again.

By the time we made our loop and were seated on the side, putting on our shoes I came to realize that mysteriously one of my shoes had disappeared! Well maybe not so mysteriously, seeing as they were camping out in the base of the stroller: that was until the stroller tipped I am sure! So, I was left with only one shoe in the middle of winter and we still had to walk back to my apartment on Stewart St. – a good 15-20 minute jaunt. “I saw your shoe way down there!”, said one onlooker when he realized that I was wearing only one! But we figured that shoe was a lost cause – the stroller had tipped probably over an hour ago and who’s to say where that shoe could have been shuffled off to. Marion had the innovative idea of me donning a diaper over my sock, and then a plastic bag to boot! And I did! What a sight my footwear made for the walk home – just following my ever handy advice of fashion before comfort!

Little Niko, Baby Lena, Heather and I are planning to make the trek down to the canal sometime this week – weather pending. Winterlude has started and I am ready for a Beaver Tail! As I reminisce about the lovely day – baby tipping and shoeless – I spent enjoying the Ottawa winter about 10 years ago, I will remember to be vigilant of my weight distribution as I push Niko’s stroller! Afterall, even though Audra survived sans a scratch on her, ideally this is not the way I want Niko’s first canal experience to end up!


Who wants to be the person on the plane with the crying baby? Not me, not me! Who was the person on the plane with a crying baby? I was, I was! Oh, joy!

Yes, I was that person who is one of the last ones to get on the plane – seeing as I was tending to Niko’s diaper – and walks on with a baby, all eyes wondering in paralyzed fear: is this mother and her babe going to be sitting by me? Well, halfway down the plane I plunked us into our window seat – a row of three, where thankfully the middle seat was empty, and the aisle seat was taken by a pleasant traveler in his 50s who reminisced with me about traveling to Acapulco with his daughter when she was only three months old. So at least he was somewhat understanding of the crying, but nonetheless it does not make for a mommy-comfortable situation when your baby is testing out his lung capacity before the plane has even left the ground.  All in all, the intense crying – because there is a difference between intense crying and the stifled cries that followed- probably only lasted for about five minutes, but time ticks along slowly when you are trying to calm your baby in a cramped space. And what seemed to calm him? The bounce’n’jiggle jig of course! You know that move where you bounce your baby on your knee, facing you, facing away from you, hold him up and jiggle him a little – whatever works!

I did find temporary relief when the stewardess came over the intercom and said, “We will be together for 2 hours and 14 minutes…blah blah blah”, I tuned out once I heard the time. Ok, just over two hours, WE CAN DO THIS! But then, five minutes later, when we still hadn”t left the ground, she pretty much repeated the same thing! What?! So I guess she must be referring to flying time, because even 15 minutes later, when we were finally in the air the countdown had not moved anywhere: still 2 hours and 14 min (of fun, I might add!). When Niko continued to cry, despite my best efforts at the bounce’n’jiggle jig, my friendly seatmate suggested he might be thirsty and also went on to say: “When the air pressure gets to be too much for your baby’s ears you better have cotton to put in them”. Hmm…I think I will just file that information under Usefulness Pending.

But, once we were in the air Niko pretty much calmed down, other than a few baby squeaks here and there. Phewf!


Now that our trip is coming to a close, both Niko and I think it has been a great success! We managed to fly here, rent a car and make our way around Halifax (in part due to our trusty GPS, aka Susan).  Most of our trip has been made up of visits to friends and family including: Grandmother and Grandad, Uncle Bob and Deb, Joan and Doug, Aunt Marion and Wayne, and today to finish off with Aunt Angela, Emma, Noah, Uncle Jimmy and another visit to Grandmother’s house. And of course our lovely hosts: Natalie, Darren, Charlotte and Lauren have been most welcoming and gracious! Charlotte and Lauren have taken a particular interest in little Niko and have supervised and helped out with many a diaper change! I am sure they will make fabulous babysitters one day, but at the ages of six and four they remain babysitters in training.

Tomorrow Niko and I are flying back to Ottawa and we are really excited to be reunited with Borys and Frasier! On our daily telephone chats Borys has been talking to Niko and it is so cute to see Niko’s expression as he tries to figure out where that familiar voice is coming from: eyebrows raised, half-smiling and curiously adorable! This trip has definitely helped to build my travel confidence and also reiterated how challenging being a single parent would be. I mean to take care of the babe on my own 24/7, despite the helping hands of Charlotte and Lauren has been a learning experience. Actually, Niko has been a wonderful baby this trip, it was just last night when he had sort of a bad evening right around bedtime and was screaming almost unconsolably for about two hours: as Darren said, “Whew, Niko’s pissed!” And he was! But who’s to blame him? He had been constipated for about 48 hours, and only finally got some relief this morning! Yah, as dealing with a gassy child during my impending travels (including a stopover) tomorrow is a challenge I would not necessarily want to face alone.


Being a mom is sort of like working full time. I did the math and each time I feed the baby – from changing his clothes to changing his diaper – it takes a good hour. I have been encouraged by my doctor, lactation consultant and public health nurse to feed Niko eight times a day. I stick diligently to this schedule and have even created a chart to ensure I get the eight feeds in; so that, right there, is eight hours! Take into consideration that at least one of those happens between 3 and 5 am and that must count for at least double (well maybe not), but the lack of sleep has to count for something.

I think Niko wants to blog with me. Every time I start typing (like right now), he starts crying. So now I cradle him in my arm at my desk as I type: which is making for overuse of the backspace key, but at least he seems content for the moment. Uh oh, here he goes again…


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