I don't know where to begin

So I'll begin with the beginning...

The Mogrunt
Born June 21, 2009 at 11:19am
7lbs 13oz
21" or 56cm long

This photo was taken after his very first bath... and long after he had stolen our hearts.

The Mogrunt is named for my father and my grandfather. Mr. Happy and I debated his name for many long months, keeping all possibilities a secret from our friends and family until he was born. We settled on his name the week before he was born but didn't tell anyone.

Shortly after he was born and after they had cleaned up the delivery room, I asked for my dad to come into the room. He walked in and the Mogrunt was on the "warmer" getting checked out again, so we said, "He's over there, go have a look." My dad got up to the table and started to cry, so he came over to me and kissed me on the forehead. Mr. Happy brought the baby over and handed him to my dad.

I asked, "Do you want to know his name now?

Dad said, "Ok", trying not to drip tears on his grandson.

When I told him, Dad let out a loud snuffle and said, "You didn't need to do that!" and then I was bawling and said, "Yes we did!"

The whole process of bringing the Mogrunt into this world took quite some time. Perhaps when he's not fussing in his chair, I'll take the time to write it out, but for now, here are the proud grandparents:

The Proud Dad:

And the Proud, Exhausted Mom:

Still Waiting...

Good things about waiting for a baby to come:

1. Dad and Mr. Happy are so stir crazy that they:
- Have finished up all the flooring in the kitchen
- Installed the trim in the kitchen
- Mowed the lawn
- Fixed the front step
- Are currently replacing a tap in Mr. Happy's sister's kitchen (a simple, "Hey brother, think you could fix my dripping sink?" has led to a trip to Canadian Tire and a few hours at my SIL's house.)

2. My SM is very kindly washing my dishes and helping with laundry.

3. Eating out with family (i.e. no dishes to wash)


Bad things about waiting for a baby to come:

1. Being a watched pot.

2. Dad, my SM and Mr. Happy getting antsy.

3. Mr. Happy's dad calls 10 times a day. Cute at first... It gets harder when you have no news.

Mogrunt Update

Soooooo... I went to the doctor on Thursday and she thinks that I'll be a Mommy by Monday. 

I was only 1.5cm dilated, but she thought that my water could break at any time.  

We called my dad and suggested that he and my SM wait until today to come down.  Poor Dad, he couldn't handle staying home.  Ivy took one look at him and said, "We should go today."  They arrived last night at 11pm.

We had a lovely day - slept in, had pancakes for breakfast, went to the mall in the afternoon (trying to encourage the Mogrunt's arrival), visited Mr. Happy's parents, and ate Thai food for supper.  I was hoping that the green curry might bring on some contractions, but no luck.  I've been eating it all along, so my tummy is used to it.  

Alrighty, I'm off to bed now.  After a few jumping jacks. 

Freshening Up

I decided it was time to ditch the pink background. I know many of you use bloglines to get here... so you might not have noticed the little "redesign" I did.

I'm not entirely happy with the banner - nor the off-white background - but I was sick of looking at the coneflower.

Please, take a moment and have a peek outside of your reader!

Enough Excitement for One Day

After a particularly fun evening at KOL last night, I was still wound for sound when I got home - could have been the bit of caffeine I ingested last night - but I didn't turn off the light until 12am.

Mr. Happy, who is trying desperately to finishing mixing a metal band's album before the baby arrives, got home around 2:30am. He's worked some late nights, in conjunction with teaching at the local arts and technology school, so he was cutting some serious logs when the sound of sirens woke us up at 5:15am this morning.

I wasn't too concerned upon hearing the sirens - the fire station is about a kilometre from our house and they often traverse our street. It was when the truck stopped almost right outside of our house that my eyes snapped open. I reached over and shook Mr. Happy awake.

Now, it may seem cruel to wake up a guy who has only been asleep for a couple hours, but:
1. I don't move very quickly.
2. Despite the fact that my glasses are always right next to the bed, for some reason, I always insist on him being my eyes when we hear a commotion outside of our house (our street is busy, there are often commotions).

When Mr. Happy got to the window, it looked like the yellow house on the corner was on fire! I struggled out too and saw that the neighbours were in the back yard with their dogs and cat. We were horrified at the thought that their house was on fire, so I went out to find out if they needed anything - a place to put the dogs, a cup of coffee... I wasn't sure if they needed anything, but it seemed like the right thing to do, even at that early hour.

It turns out, it wasn't their house that was on fire, although it came pretty close. The city has been doing construction on our street, so there are a couple porta-potties on the corner of Slater Street. Apparently, someone set fire to the porta-potty and it, in turn, caught the telephone/ power pole on fire - thankfully, the police were doing a patrol and saw the fire. They woke up Linda and her husband and told them to get out (b/c of the danger from the power pole).

Thankfully, the fire station is just down the hill and the firemen had it out in minutes - but not before some of the siding on the house melted!

As often happens in our neighbourhood, we neighbours can go all winter without seeing each other. It's not until spring when we're all emerging from hibernation, that we start chatting over the fences. Linda was surprised to see that I'm pregnant.

I, being completely shameless, used her early morning discombobulation to ask about a share in the rhubarb crop!

Yes, yes I did.

And Linda, being a very nice lady, said, "Sure. I'll be home on the weekend. We can pull it then."

All I could think was, "Ok, baby, don't you dare make an appearance until next week."