World Vision Experience

This morning we went to the local World Vision exhibit profiling the struggle of children in AIDS stricken areas of Africa. The exhibit, called World Vision Experience: AIDS Step into Africa was very moving. At the beginning, we were given iPods and headphones. The recording walked us through the exhibit. Each one of us got to 'experience' the life of a child affected by AIDS. The ripple effects of this disease are profound. Many children become the head of their households, trying to provide for younger siblings. Check out the link to see if they're coming to a city near you!

While I'm in my african frame of mind, I've been trying to tie Wiggle Man into a kanga I picked up in Kenya. He's so darn squirmy, though! I've got a Sasha Wrap that we use, but I like the idea of using a more traditional wrap. That is, if I can get him into it! The nice thing about the hold I use with the Sasha wrap is that I can tie it on me first, then put him in it. Any hold where I have to literally tie him on to me is a little tough because he won't stay put! If there are any seasoned baby wearers out there with tips for me, I'd love to hear them!

Turbo Jam

Ahhh...I feel good. I just finished my Turbo Jam workout. I have to say, I LOVE IT! I just did a new workout (my set came with 6 workouts...I've been hanging out on the first five for a long time) and it was INTENSE. Now I have that happy, post-workout feeling.

I'd love to be able to tell you how much weight I've lost, but I'm too chicken to weigh myself. The last time I did, I apparently weighed more than when I was 9 months pregnant. This, I'll admit, is a mystery, since I'm fitting into all my pre-preggo clothes. I've decided my scale is broken, but I'm still too afraid to weigh myself on another scale! Oh, the trials and tribulations of the new mommy.

Right now I'm blogging to avoid doing the number of things I should do before the baby wakes up. Blogging as procrastination. You know you love it.

I'm it!

Yikes, I was tagged days ago by Sky @ Seeryus Mama and now I get to list 10 oddball facts about me. (Sorry it took me so long, Sky. I plead vacation busyness!)

Here goes:

1. I'm an alien. (The legal kind.)

2. I put ketchup on my poutine.

3. I have an aversion to calling take out places to order food. I always make someone else do it.

4. When I see a weekly calendar in my head, it goes from left to right, instead of right to left.

5. I raise chickens and ducks.

6. My son's favourite song is one I made up called "Ja-Boom Ja-Boom."

7. I read fast.

8. I think I can remember being an infant. My mother does not believe this.

9. I'm Canadian, and I prefer fakey syrup to actual maple syrup.

10. I wish I was Amish.


There you have it. I have no one to tag, because as far as I know, the only people with blogs who read my blog are Sky and Amanda, both of whom have already been tagged. If you're not one of those two, but are reading this and have a blog, let me know and you can be "it"!

Gradjimitation

Well, it's finally here. Graduation weekend. The big she-bang. The weekend kicked off with my sister-in-law's graduation from college. Unfortunately for her, the big ceremony got rained out, and she missed Pomp and Circumstance. Thanks to cheesey cards with music (courtesy of moi) she can now hear it whenever she wants. I wonder if Elgar regrets composing that one. Hmm.

Yesterday, the festivities continued with Hubba Hubba's graduation from seminary. I must say, he looked rather dashing in his cap, gown and hood. He looked even more dashing receiving a prize for top papers in Church History!

After some hugging, and crying (on my part, not his) and lots of picture taking, we had lunch with some friends and family. Then off to the BIG FAMILY PARTY. That gets all caps because in my beloved's family, a party is always a big thing. Think "My Big Fat Greek Wedding" minus the wedding ceremony, change the Greek family to an Italian one, and you've got the picture. There was, naturally, entirely too much delicious food, but lots of fun and laughter. My parents even drove all the way down to join in on the fun.

Gradjimitation Weekend continues for one more day--the all-important "leftover day" where we happily consume what's left of the sandwiches, meatballs, sausage, pulled pork, and goodies that we couldn't pawn off on departing family members. All this after a big asparagus and egg breakfast at the firehall. My jeans may not fit me by the end of the food-filled festivites, but it's all for a good cause: celebration.

Mother's Day

Happy Mother's Day to all you Mommies out there!

It's my first Mother's Day, and I have to say--I'm really looking forward to it. We're not doing anything fancy, just a barbeque with the in-laws, but it's going to be nice. Apparently, Wiggle Man came up with the idea for my present. I'll have to update you on that one.

Hubba Hubba and I were talking this week at dinner, and he surprised me by saying he missed Wiggle Man being teeny tiny. That shocked me, because he seems to really enjoy interacting with Wiggle Man now that he's older, and has more personality. I guess even husbands get mushy every once and a while!

My mother will be down next week for my honey's graduation (woooo hoooooo!) so we'll do a late Mother's Day with her then. There is a whole, 'circle of life' kind of aspect to Mother's Day now...I celebrate it for my mom, Wiggle Man celebrates for me...ok, Hubba Hubba does it for Wiggle Man right now, because he's still small. But you get the point.

So, enjoy your day, Moms. I hope you (we) get to sleep in a little, maybe get some breakfast in bed, but mostly--soak up the love you all deserve!

Addiction

Hi everyone. My name is Jenn, and I'm addicted to Scramble.

I think I may have a problem. Last night as I lay in bed, I saw Scramble boards, and envisioned words. Words I can never find when actually PLAYING the game, mind you, but good, high-scoring words, nonetheless. The joy of Scramble is that you don't have to be good to be addicted. You keep playing (just 'one more board', then I'll quit, really) trying to beat your last score.

What is Scramble? For those of you not on Facebook, it's a fabulous game of word findingness. Yes, findingness. (We'll talk about my Facebook addiction another day.) See, if I were allowed to use my own made up words on scramble, I would rock. I'd be the Queen of Scramble. Unfortunately, the Scramble dictionary only has OTHER PEOPLE'S made up words.

I'll give you some examples: Tawie. Muon. Oot. Really? Really, Scramble Maker-Uppers? We can have those words, but not 'dane'? Ah, if I were Queen of Scramble, things would be different.

But back to my addiction. I know there's a problem when Hubba Hubba notices I'm doing something a lot. As busy as that poor boy is (2 weeks til graduation--woo hoo!) he should NOT be noticing how often I play Scramble. That means that every time he sees me, I must be furiously typing away, trying to see if the Scramble Dictionary from On High will accept 'dane' as a word.

Maybe there's a meeting somewhere I can go to.