Joanne's Year in Review

I shamelessly stole this from another blog...

1. What did you do in 2009 that you’d never done before?
a) Took two airplane trips with a toddler. That may not sound like much to you, but add diabetes into the mix and it is. It was seriously something I had been so afraid of doing because of all the bad things that could happen. But I forgot about all the good things that could happen too. Namely...
b) Met someone in real life that I had first met on the internet. Meri... she's good people.

2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
I don't so the whole resolution thing, I'm not sure why, it's just too cliche I guess.

3. Did anyone close to you give birth?
Not that I can think of.

4. Did anyone close to you die?
Yes, my wonderful Grammy Ann. December 21st. One of the first people I would call on Christmas morning would be Grammy Ann because she lived in the eastern time zone, and the rest of my family are in the west. I picked up the phone to call her that morning when I remembered she had passed away. I miss her.

5. What countries did you visit?
Unfortunately, never got to leave the U.S.

6. What would you like to have in 2010 that you lacked in 2009?
Please to have MORE SLEEP!

7. What dates from 2009 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
December 21, when Grammy Ann passed away. I can't think of anything else.

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?
Keeping my daughter alive, and not losing my sanity in the process. Also the $8,000+ we raised for the JDRF walk. And designing the World Diabetes Day shirt that we had over 30 orders for.

9. What was your biggest failure?
Hmmmm

10. Did you suffer illness or injury?
Just a touch o' the swine flu, thankyouverymuch

11. What was the best thing you bought?
My front loading washer and dryer. Man I am so boring.

12. Whose behavior merited celebration?
Elise - she is so amazing, I know adults that could learn a thing or two from her.

13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?
Meh, moving on...

14. Where did most of your money go?
Probably Target. And Chick-fil-a. We also got to support some ministries that our friends are a part of. That was fun!

15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?
Trip to SF
meeting Meri
Elise's 2nd birthday, but first celebration
Our Team Elise video
JDRF walk , with more than 30 people walking for Team Elise.

16. What song will always remind you of 2009?
Seeing how I don't ever listen to the radio (except for talk radio) and never get to listen to new music, I don't have an answer to that.

17. Compared to this time last year, are you:
a) happier or sadder? Happier. Last year at this time was rough, diabetes-wise. It's still pretty rough right now, but we're dealing with it.
b) thinner or fatter? Thinner... by about 5 pounds. It's called stress.
c) richer or poorer? Richer. Not just money-wise though...

18. What do you wish you’d done more of?
Sleeping and traveling.

19. What do you wish you’d done less of?
Obsessing.

20. How did you spend Christmas?
Got Elise up. Breakfast. Presents. Snack for Elise. More presents. Lunch at a friend's house which turned into dinner because we never got around to leaving. Who know South Africans could be so much fun???

21. Did you fall in love in 2009?
I fall in love everyday.... awww (blurgh - the sound of vomiting)

22. What was your favorite TV program?
New show? The Good Wife. Old Show? Amazing Race

23. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?
I don't hate. There are people that make me very sad, but I don't bother wasting my energy on hate.

24. What was the best book you read?
Can't remember

25. What was your greatest musical discovery?
See answer to question #16.

26. What did you want and get?
To get out of Texas for any period of time... and we did! Twice!

27. What did you want and not get?
A cure for diabetes

28. What was your favorite film of this year?
Don't think I actually saw a movie... no wait, The Proposal. It was cute, but I hated that Sandra Bullock was supposed to be a Canadian from Toronto, yet she couldn't pronounce the name of the city properly.

29. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?
I turned 33 this year. Fred threw me a surprise party.

30. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
I spent 2009 in survival mode... just treading water. I would have liked to have accomplished a bit more, but what can ya do?

31. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2009?
Bohemian-athletic-hippie. Boleppie.

32. What kept you sane?
Blogging and all my D-Momma friends

33. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
Nobody.

34. What political issue stirred you the most?
Hard to feel political when you don't have the right to vote. Perhaps it would be having the right to vote and not using it... idiots.

35. Who did you miss?
Family. Canada.

36. Who was the best new person you met?
In real life: Laura, Meri. In my computer, the on-line D community. There are none better...

37. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2009.
Life may suck right now, but it will get better. Then it will suck some more, but get better again. It's all about rinsing and repeating...

38. What are you looking forward to in 2010?
Perhaps a trip to meet up with the D-Mommas
A trip back home to Vancouver
Raising money for Team Elise
Starting a project that I've been thinking about for a year

39. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.
Worry not
mother of all that is
for what has yet
to be lived
worry not
the dawn will come
and there will be an answer
for everyone
worry not
don't stop walking
on the land
breathe in the air and hold out your hand
worry not
your truth is written in you
fly like you were meant to

worry not your time has come
the time of angels has begun
as sure as I stand
as sure as I sing
there is a miracle waiting in everything
-Worry Not, Liam O' Maonlai

Try #2

I'm happy to report that all went well during night #2 in the big-girl bed. Now, nap time is a much different story, with the constant sitting up and diving back down when she sees me peeking in.

Today I remedied that by glaring at her through the cracked doorway until she fell asleep.

(in case you are wondering why I'm such a nazi about when she falls asleep; it's because she needs to wake up by a certain time to eat her snack or her blood sugar will fall too low. So the longer she takes to fall asleep, the shorter her nap is. The shorter her nap is, the unhappier I am. See how everything is linked?)

You will sleep in your new bed and LIKE it

One of the reasons we put off getting Elise her big-girl bed for so long were because of the horror stories that we've heard about trying to keep your child in the bed for the entire night. As if Fred and I aren't sleep deprived enough as it is lately...

Elise loved the idea of her new bed until it was actually time to turn out the light... "whaddya mean, I have to SLEEP in this thing?" Oh my friends, the wailing and gnashing of teeth that ensued was legendary.

At first, she seemed to do okay. Then at about 10:00 pm, she popped out of her room like a happy, little jack-in-the-box and proclaimed, "I wake up!"

Oh no, little girl... you did not. You never went to sleep in the first place.

That's when the real water works started. This was all very out of character for her, so we decided to check her blood sugar... 99. Which is way too low for her to go to sleep with. Happy Elise got a second snack!

When she realized that we meant to leave her alone in her new torture chamber, er bed again, she declared that she didn't like her new bed and started to wail. Because I am a cold, heartless Mom, I sweetly told her, "that's just too bad for you, good night" and walked out.

The screaming lasted for about 15 minutes and gave way to those sad little hitching sobs that is their way of letting you know they're asleep, but they're not happy about it. The peace lasted until about 2:15 am.

This time I brought out the big guns. Namely, Tylenol. Because I am in favour of drugging my child in order to get her to sleep. Actually, she told me her teeth hurt and I could see that her gums were inflamed. What a happy coincidence (P.S. before you get all crazy, Tylenol doesn't work to knock my child out).

About 30 minutes later, I heard a commotion in Elise's room, and went in to find she had gotten out of bed, and was climbing up on her stool to reach the basket where I keep the Tylenol (no longer). She said she needed more medicine for her teeth.

You see, this is what happens when your child hardly ever has any sweets; they use Infant's Tylenol for their sugar fix.

At this point, Fred and were about to re-assemble the crib right then and there. She can sleep in it until she's 18 and her feet stick out through the slats for all we care.

Luckily, that was the last disturbance of the night. She woke up happy right before 8:00 am. Her parents, not so much. This afternoon she went down without a fight and is (hopefully) napping peacefully. After several reminders that she does not have the capacity to fall asleep while standing in her bed. We're hoping for an easier night tonight.

Failing that, I have no problem using duct tape.

Success!

And on time too! Imagine if people like Fred worked for the government...

I think we just might be crazy

It's 6:15 in the evening and we (and by we I mean Fred, because let's be honest here... my part in this whole endeavour is blogging about it) have just started the putting together of Elise's first "big-girl bed".

This whole project actually started about a month ago when we found the perfect bed at The Dump (don't ever shop there - but that's a whole 'nutha story). Elise was so excited at first. But it soon turned to disappointment when we got home and she realized her bed had not magically appeared, all assembled and with mattress and sheets in her room.

Wouldn't it be grand if we lived in such a time where things like that actually happened? I told her that I was still waiting for my flying car, so she would need to have some patience on the bed thing.

Buying a first bed is no easy task. You first need to find a bed you like, and at the right price. Then you need to find a sucker, er friend who has a pick-up to help you get the bed from the store to your house. If you buy it at The Dump, you need about 6 hours of your life that are in dire need of wasting when it comes time to actually pick up the bed.

Besides the bed, you also need a mattress, sheets and comforter; the latter two items also need to fit your decorative tastes. I finally tracked down a quilt set I liked on Target's website (still awaiting delivery), but passed on the matching sheets as most reviewers described them as too scratchy. I swoon at the knowledge of the world-wide-information-super-highway.

I did find some plain white sheets (at 50% off) that should do until I can determine the true colours of the quilt set. But we were having mattress issues. We went to all the Mattress-Sleep-Firm-Giant-Expert stores, and we would leave feeling a wee bit dirty. The closest thing I can compare it to is shopping for a used car.

Then lo and behold, at Costco we found our mattress. For a better price and we didn't have to talk to anyone and left the store smelling as fresh as a daisy.

So with all the elements in place, why not start putting it together only two hours before Elise's bedtime? Because waiting would make all-together too much sense, and we don't got a lot of that around here.

We'll let you know how everything turns out... below is the picture of the pre-bed carnage. Did you know that it's hard to figure out where in a 9x9 room to put a twin-sized bed? Our options are pretty much limited.

Twas the night before Christmas...

Merry Christmas Eve, from Joanne, Fred, Elise and Seven. How did we spend December 24th? Funny you should ask; let's see some pictures:

Decorated some homemade gingerbread cookies with Elise. If you're wondering why so small and just round, it was so Elise could have a cookie or two and we didn't have to be too worried about the carb count (I didn't have any small cookie cutters). In case you're interested, they're 4g of carbs each. I know this because I am insane. Let's just leave it at that.

Posed for our annual Christmas card photo. This one was a fail (Seven was sticking out her tongue in protest of having to endure such humiliation).

Went to Christmas Eve service at our church. Sorry random guy who somewhat looks like the owner of the Cowboys, I am too tired to photoshop you out.

Went to our annual after-Christmas-Eve-service dinner at a steakhouse... YUM!

There are no pictures of this, but on our way home we got into a very sticky situation trying to drive over a frozen over-pass. Thank you God that my husband is such a competent driver and was able to get us out of something could have ended very badly.

Took some pictures of the snow in our backyard. Why, it's ever so pretty!

Unwrapped our traditional Christmas Eve ornament. Every year since Fred and I have been married, we've given each other an ornament that we open on Christmas Eve. After Elise was born, she got to join in the fun. The only downfall is she then opened Fred's ornament, my ornament, and tried to open every other present under the tree.

She likes hers!

Elise's carousel (she LOVES a good carousel ride... heck, she even loves a bad one).


My snowman... how apropos!

Fred's ornament... he is!

Fred took Seven for a walk in the snow. A little insanity on her part ensued. Snow is like crack to this dog.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

I'm dreaming...

2:30 pm on Christmas eve... Texas, you continue to confound me.

(It was 70 degrees F, or 20 degrees C, yesterday)

Saying goodbye

December has always been a hard month for our family. My Grandfather (my Dad's Dad) had a heart attack on Dec. 21 and died a few days after Christmas. My Grandma (my Dad's Mom) died in early December. My other Grandpa (my Mom's Dad) had a heart attack Dec. 21 and died a few days later.

And today (Dec. 21), my Grammy Ann (my Dad's step-mom) passed away after her courageous battle with breast cancer.

It's also my older brother's birthday. I'm not sure where that comes into play.

When I learned my Grandma had cancer earlier this year, I just always figured she'd beat it. Grammy Ann was a feisty lady, full of good humour and life. I can remember as a small child, how much she loved to laugh. I just learned from my uncle that up until a few months ago, she was still doing Tai Chi.

More than anything, she loved the Lord. During one of our last conversations she lamented about how young people are falling away from their faith. At an age when most people are stuck in their ways, my Grandma was all about trying to find ways to make church appeal to younger generations.

Grammy Ann and I would talk on the phone every few months or so. For 20 minutes. Almost exactly 20 minutes every time. Her choice, not mine. I could hear her start to wind the conversation down at about the 15 minute mark, and the cheeky side of my personality always wanted to see how much longer past the 20 minute mark I could keep her on the phone. The dutiful Granddaughter in me would never do such a thing.

I still cannot believe she's gone. Even after I heard the cancer had spread to her liver and that she was in the hospital with pneumonia, I thought she'd be okay. Grammy Ann was just like that; spirited and larger than life. I thought she'd be around forever.

It had been on my mind to call her. Every time I thought about it, it was too late at night and I didn't want to risk waking her up. I didn't know she was in the hospital until a few weeks ago, and never had the chance to talk to her one last time. When I talked to my uncle a few days ago, she was too weak to talk, so I sent her an email for him to read to her with a bunch of pictures of Elise.

It makes me sad that Elise never got to meet this impressive woman. I am sad that she's gone, that there will be no more 20 minute phone conversations which I try to extend with a mischievous grin on my face. Sad by the reminder that this is what happens as the years slip by; as your family tree is expanding beneath you, the upper branches are wilting away.

But it gives my heart good cheer to know she is now cancer-free and doing a little Tai Chi with Jesus in heaven.

Because you know Jesus loves Him some Tai Chi.

Good bye, Grammy Ann... you are already very missed.

Christmas dinner 10 years ago. Grammy Ann is the lovely lady in red.

The Seven 2002 Operating Manual

When we went to San Francisco a few weeks ago, we entrusted the care of our dog Seven to our wonderful friends, Nate and Leanna (and their horse-of-a-dog, Nellie). They asked us if we had any instructions for Seven's care, and I remembered that I had written out something years ago as a joke. It made me laugh, so I decided to post it here. Enjoy!

Congratulations on your temporary ownership of the Seven 2002 model. We hope you will be pleased with her many features as a pet. We have included some basic instructions on the operation of this model so you can maximize your temporary ownership experience!

The Seven 2002 model operates best if given the food that is designed for her make and model. Feeding food that is not normally in her diet may lead to the expulsion of noxious materials from either end. Normal intake of food for this model is approximately 2 cups per day, 2/3 in the morning, 2/3 around 3:00 pm, and the last 2/3 before bedtime. This model must maintain food in her stomach due to a system bug that causes purging from the front end when the stomach is empty.

Please make sure the Seven 2002 model is separated from other makes and models at feeding time. Failure to do this may cause, but is not limited to; snarling, gnashing of teeth, biting, flying fur, bleeding, serious injury and even death.

The Seven 2002 model is equipped for swimming, and enjoys it, but we ask at this time for you to deny her this privilege. Please make sure she is not left unattended for long periods of time near swimming areas.

Please do not allow the Seven 2002 model up on beds. Though you may do this with your current make and model, the Seven 2002 model is prohibited from lounging in beds as it could lead to rebellious behavior. You may, however give her permission to sleep under the bed.

Normal bowel movements for this model is approximately twice daily.

Just as funny was the email we received several days into our trip:

2002 model works well despite propensity to molt into many new and smaller models. This model may not wish to be returned. :-)

Thanks Nate, Leanna and Nellie for taking such good care of our girl!

Sadness/Happiness

Sadness is finding the mini kit kat (the yummy kind from Canada that your wonderful in-laws smuggled... er, brought to you) completely melted in your pocket because you forgot that you had put it in there to enjoy later while your daughter was napping.

Happiness is eating it anyway, and licking every last bit of the chocolate off of the wrapper.

It's the small things, people. The small things.