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Questions and Answers

Cheila over at Pink for Days posted questions for her readers on her blog.  She encouraged us to reply in her comments section, but I decided to be a rebel and post my answers here.  I’ve written about most of these things on my blog anyways over the years (gosh, that makes me sound old).

  1. What is your first name?  Sophie
  2. Do you have a middle name? Nope
  3. Can you tell me your age and birthday? I’m 32.  My birthday is in the first week of December (bonus points for anyone who figures out when exactly – it’s in my blog…somewhere).
  4. Where in the world are you? I’m in Eastern Canada
  5. What is your maternal language? What language do you speak at home? Do you speak any other languages? My maternal language is French.  I also speak English (duh).
  6. Are you married? If so, how many years? Did you have a big wedding? I am!  It’ll be a year on May 21st.  We had a very small wedding.  As far as I remember, there were 21 of us including, myself, my husband and our two kids (because I was pregnant with Elliot at the time).
  7. Are you single? Do you have a boyfriend? if so, how many years have you been together?  Though my husband and I have been married less than a year, we’ve been together almost 10.
  8. Are you a mom or dad? How many babes do you have? Can you tell me their first names or nicknames and ages?  I’m a mom to three beautiful littles.  Charles (4), Amélie (2.5) and Elliot (9 months).
  9. What do you do for a living?  You mean when I’m not on maternity leave?  Ha!  I’m a special ed teacher in high school.
  10. What did you study in University? Did you attend?  I studied…wait for it…Education!
  11. What’s your favorite book?  Do I really have to pick one?  Hum: Le Petit Prince, The Harry Potter series and the His Dark Materials series are among my favourites.
  12. What’s your favorite movie? I really enjoy Les Choristes.
  13. What is your favorite band or artist? I love Mauvais Sort.  I also enjoy The Civil Wars.
    If we’re talking instrumental, I’d go with James Galaway or Jean-Pierre Rampal (two amazing flutists).
  14. What is your favorite food? Oh sushi!  Definitely sushi.
  15. Do you have any hobbies?  Too many.  Gaming, crochet, running, reading, blogging, baking…
  16. What sports/activities do you practice?  I run and do some at-home crossfit-like workouts.
  17. Do you have any pets? Can you tell me their names?  Sadly no.  We had leopard geckos before having kids.  I’ve talked my husband into letting me have a dog once all our kids are in school.
  18. What time is it for you right now?  Right now, it’s 5:17pm.  But this post is scheduled for 8am tomorrow (March 27th).
  19. Why do you blog? I blog to connect with others, to comment, exchange ideas, empty my too-full mind, share the craziness that comes with having three young kiddos.  I also love writing.
  20. What do you love about blogging? Is there something you don’t like?  I love commenting and replying to comments others take the time to write.  I’m not sure if there’s anything I don’t like about blogging.

So, there you have it.  Now you all know a little more about me!

Do you have a question for me?  Leave it in the comments section and I’ll gladly answer.  If anyone else would like to post their answers to these 20 questions (or a selection of them), feel free to link your post.

Posted in Parenting

Wild Thing

I mentioned in a previous post that I don’t kill spiders (or other insects for that matter).  This means that we have a few resident eight-legged friends hanging around in the corners of some rooms of the house.  My children have grown, hum…accustom to them? fond of them?…I’m not quite sure which word would best describe their relationship to our household spiders.  Anyway, during each meal, Charles and Amélie look up at the junction between the ceiling and the walls of the dining room to find out which of the spiderweb hammock one of our resident arachnids is chilling in.

Usually, they find the spider and then go back to their meal.  This morning, however, something unexpected happened.  After spotting the resting spider, their attention was drawn to another spot on the ceiling.  I followed their gaze and saw a spider taking a leisurely stroll on the living room ceiling.  We watched it as it approached a helium-filled balloon and then, to their utter surprise, let itself fall to the ground.

With a sense of urgency in his voice, Charles immediately asked me where the spider was.  Now, if you think that it was because he was afraid of the spider, think again.  The simple fact is, he was concerned about its well-being.  I assured him that the spider was fine and then proceeded to place it inside an overturned glass bowl.  Charles came close to observe it and together we watched as it crawled inside the bowl.  We got a good look at its legs and pincers and abdomen.  Then, we brought it downstairs to relocate it to the garage.

As we were coming up the stairs, Charles’ boundless curiosity and scientific mind decided to hook up:

Mom, that spider was weird wasn’t it.  It was walking around instead of sleeping and hiding like all the other spiders.  Is it because it was a wild spider?

Haha!  I guess that means all of the other spiders in the house are pets?  Oh well, at least they’re low maintenance!

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Polar Bear Bellies

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I don’t know how things are at your house, but around here, Charles always seems to have his most important questions either when I’m on the toilet or driving.  A couple of days ago was no exception.

The conversation started out innocently enough.  Including Charles, there are five kids in his daycare.  He is the oldest and Amélie is the second youngest.  He was telling me that he was bigger than C, who is bigger than Amélie who is bigger than L who is bigger than A.  Now, given that I know that he likes his information to be precise, I decided to add that though his sister was bigger (taller) than L, she was younger than her (albeit only by a couple of months).

I.  Blew.  His.  Mind.

This brought upon a whole new realm of possibilities in his head.

“Is that true?!?”, he exclaimed.

“Yes”, I answered.

“Ok” [pause] “when will C (who is one year younger than he is) be older than me?”, he asked.

“She’ll never be older than you”, I replied.

Wait for it…

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“Why?” he asked.

Bam!

“Well, because when you a baby like Elliot, she was still in her mommy’s belly”, I explained.

Boom!  Mind blown.  Again.

“Mama polar bears can have babies in their bellies too, right?”, he checked

(because, of course, that was the only logical jump to make in the conversation)

“Yes”, I said

“And it’s just the woman polar bears who can have babies in their bellies, right?”, he questioned.

“Yup”, I answered

“And they need the dada polar bears to help them get a baby in their bellies, right?” he continued.

I wasn’t sure I liked where this conversation was going, but I answered anyways:

“Exactly”

“How did you and daddy make babies together?”, he asked.

“Well, um, we went in our room and closed the door”, I said, hoping it would be enough.

“Ok”, he said, apparently satisfied.

The Zootopia song Try Everything played in the background as he pondered what he had learned.  After a few minutes, he was ready to pursue his interrogation.

“How does the baby come out of the mommy’s belly?”, he wondered aloud

(Oh sh*t!)

“Well.  The baby grows inside an organ called the uterus.  When the baby is ready to come out, the uterus contracts and pushes the baby out”, I answered whilst crossing my fingers hoping he didn’t ask where the baby came out from.

He didn’t.

“Does it hurt?”, he asked instead

“Well, it doesn’t hurt the baby, but it can be a little painful for some mommies, sweetheart”, I replied.

“Ok”, he said, seemingly satisfied.

Woah!  These birds and the bees conversations are getting more and more intense each time we have them.  I can’t help but wonder when the next one will come up and which questions will be asked!

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Charles, master interrogator, comfortably seated in his favourite interrogation chamber.  Haha!

When did your kids start asking questions about pregnancy and birth?  How did you answer them?

Posted in Parenting

The Existential Questions of Parenthood

So, I’ve been doing this parenting thing for a little over four years now and I’ve got a few unanswered questions.  Perhaps one of you more experienced parents could help me answer them.  Or, do you have your own to add to the list?

  1. Why does the baby always wake up as soon as I’m on the verge of falling asleep?
  2. Why does the toddler insist on eating everything with her hands except stuff that should actually be eaten with one’s hands?
  3. Why does the baby always wait to be put in a fresh diaper before pooping?
  4. While I’m at it, why does the baby always have to spit up all over his and my freshly cleaned clothes?
  5. Why do the kids always want to listen to the same song/watch the same movie/read the same book over and over and over and over…again?  (For the record, the song of the moment is “Let it go”.
  6. Why are the kids always ready to leave in record time when I’ve got time to spare, but take forever to get dressed when I’m in a hurry to leave?
  7. Why does the toddler have to put on her underwear, pants and shirt the wrong way around every single day?  (Mind you, I’m not complaining, she gets dressed by herself).
  8. Why does a sudden urge to pee always happen when we are at the farthest possible distance to a toilet?
  9. Why is it that on the one night the baby decides to sleep well, the toddler or 4 year old have to wake up screaming or crying?
  10. Why does the washroom have to become the new communal area (oh, don’t mind me, I’m just sitting here pooping.  Sure, why don’t you come sit on me with your story!)?

    No words can describe how much I love the little buggers.

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V.I.Q. (Very Important Questions)

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I have a very distinct memory of my 10 year-old self walking to the convenience store with my best friend one afternoon.  At one point, we happened to pass a house with a child playing in the front yard; a little boy.  I was talking with my friend when the (by my estimation at the time) 3 year old decided to interrupt our conversation.

Boy: what are you doing?

Me: taking a walk.

Boy: why?

Me: because my friend and I are going to the convenience store.

Boy: why?

Me: because we’re going to buy some candy.

Boy: why?

Me: because we feel like eating some.

Boy: why?

Me: because…well because that’s the way it is

Boy: why?

And on that, my friend and I decided to continue our walk despite the fact that the little boy persisted in asking (and eventually shouting) the word “why” to us as we walked away.

I remember feeling completely overwhelmed by the questions.  I remember feeling frustrated by the fact that my answers only brought on more questions and, perhaps even more so, that I wasn’t able to find an answer that would satiate his curiosity.

I often think of this situation because Charles is at an age where he is just full of VIQs, all of which need answering, immediately.  Most of the time, they come when I’m driving him to or from daycare.  Unfortunately, I can’t walk away from a string of questions anymore (or at least, I can’t while I’m driving – perhaps that’s why he decides to let the loose during those moments).

I try very hard to answer his questions when I can and to be patient with him because I know that it’s a very important part in his development.  I sometimes have to answer “I don’t know” and have usually concluded with a “what/why do you think?” and sometimes, when he asks a question, he’ll answer it with one of his on hypothesis instead of waiting for an answer from me.  More often than I would like, I just say “because that’s the way it is” because sometimes (ok, often) his incessant string of questions just drives me nuts, especially because most of his questions come at moments where I need to really focus on my driving.

Here is the most recent string of VIQs that Charles has had with me:

Charles: Why don’t polar bears like the snow?

Me: They DO like the snow.

Charles: Ok then, why aren’t there any polar bears here? (Remember, we’re in the middle of winter here)

Me: Oh, well, because it gets too hot here once there isn’t any snow anymore.

Charles: Why don’t they like it when it’s hot?

Me: Because their bodies aren’t made to tolerate the heat.

Charles: Why?

Me: Well…um…because their ears are too small to let the heat escape properly and their fur is too thick.

Charles: What’s over there? (Pointing to a clearing between the trees where a row of electricity pylons is leading away from the road)

Me: Electricity pylons.

Charles: No, but after the electricity pylons is that South over there?

Me: I have no clue.

Charles: You know, South like the jungle!  What animals are in the jungle?

Me: Well, um, there are antelope and gaz…

Charles: What are antelope?!?

[…]

I’ll spare you the last 28 minutes of questions that followed ;).

How do you deal with the VIQ period?  What’s your interrogator’s favorite moment/place to ask his/her string of questions?

Posted in Blogging, Parenting

What Will He Think?

I’ve been blogging for a little over 8 months now and I feel GREAT about it!  To be frank, I never thought I would ever make it this long already.  Of course, it helps that I’m still on maternity leave and so I do have some “me” time during the day, but I’ve grown to love blogging a lot.  I sure hope that I’ll be able to integrate it in my working life (which is coming up much to soon for my tastes…).

As you may or may not know, I essentially started blogging to help me stay awake and sane during my son’s block feedings and multiple night wakings when I first brought him home.  Though the blog is still mostly about him and how I’m dealing with this new reality known as parenting, the blog has evolved somewhat.

Right now, though it is a great place for me to vent and find support from you wonderful bloggers that take the time to visit my blog / like posts / comment on posts (thank you VERY much, by the way!) I see it mainly as an online scrapbook that details my son’s evolution (because lets face it, I don’t have time to make an actual scrapbook).

Writing this public journal of my son’s life, however has led me to wonder about a few things.  First and foremost: what will he think when he learns about this pretty detailed description of what is going on in his life?  Will he be happy?  Fascinated?  Embarrassed?  I don’t know how long I will be keeping this up.  “This” being everything from blogging in general to blogging about my son.  I mean, where does it stop?  I know I’ll be having more children and so, eventually, the spotlight won’t be just on him anymore, but still..

I mean, think of you own parents’ efforts to keep a record of your childhood.  We all have those pictures that we would prefer no one sees.  You know the ones I’m talking about…like the one where you’re in the bathtub with you brother and sister (which, for the record, doesn’t sound too bad at first – until you learn that my brother and sister are respectively 7 and 10 years younger than I *ahem* thanks mom).  At least, in my case, I can choose to skip those pictures or hide them.  My son, on the other hand, will have no such luxury (not that I’m planning on snapping many bath time photos – I’ve never really understood the appeal 😉 ).

But seriously.  How will he react to my description of sleepless nights, his bowel movements, the fact that he was breastfed for (so far) 8 months?  What will he think of me when he learns that I’m not/wasn’t too keen of his pediatrician or that I felt so overwhelmed sometimes that I broke down and cried and couldn’t wait for his father to get home?

I suppose only time will tell; I’m not on the verge of giving up blogging any time soon (or, in any even, I don’t plan to).

Those of you who have older children, what do they think about your blog?