Sunday, 4 November 2012

My Pregnancy in Photos


It can be really annoying to always be the person behind the camera.   I have tens of thousands of photos of Steven and I'm sure I will have hundreds of thousands of photos of Steven with the baby, but I have only a handful of pictures of myself.  I'm a terrible critic though, so I certainly don't make it easy for him to get shots of me, always directing him and often getting a little mean when he is unable to create exactly what is in my head.  We end up in some pretty ugly fights from time to time - and that never helps a photo turn out well. 

Usually I'm quite content to document my life with drawings and photos of the things around me, objects that indicate what was going on at a particular time in my life.  However, for the first time I have felt that documenting my pregnancy would have been best portrayed in photographs.  Sure, there are other ways I could have done it, I could have set up a tri pod, I could have done a weekly shot in a mirror, etc, but I didn't really want to.  I photographed a friend of mine last year every week from 15-40 weeks throughout her pregnancy.  I put the entire series in a book for her and it turned out so beautifully I will forever be jealous of not having one similar for myself.  Oh well.  No matter how hard I pushed, Steven couldn't handle the pressure and we never managed to get consistent with shooting.  I'm a little demanding, to say the least.

This is about it for my pregnancy in pictures.  It's funny to look back.  It seems like so long ago, yet it went so quickly.  I've been taking photos a little more frequently the past few days, who knows, every day could be my last day pregnant at this point.  I'm trying to get Steven to sit for a portrait together soon, as it could be our last photo ever as just the two of us.  For 11 years it has been just us... wow.  Now we're about to be three.

We put this photo in a card and gave it to mom and dad around 6 wks.  It was early and she had a hard time not spilling the beans to her siblings.  We didn't make her wait too long though.

17 wks, I thought I was so big... fast forward to now...

37 wks.  WOW.  And I'm not there yet.

At prenatal class in August with two of my many pregnant cousins.  Dana, in the middle, has already had her little girl. 
At Erin and Kevin's wedding in July - 20 wks 4 d
Lake Louise, 25 wks 3 d

32 wks
My Nanny Brennan at my baby shower

32 wks and a bit

Pregnant cousins
...and some of my silly aunts
Our moms with us (well, there's a mom-in-law on the right, but that's fine)
36 wks 5 d

38 wks... could this be the last one?  I'll keep you posted.

Baby McTang's Nursery

Well, I think we can call it complete - for now.  Although it is missing the key component, a BABY!  We've worked on this room for months, from painting old furniture (that bed was the most hideous honey veneer), to emptying closets and hanging shelves, Steven and I have really worked together to make our little guy a place to call his own.  This was our spare room for the past five years, the room where guests would stay when they'd come to visit, or people could crash for the night if they really shouldn't drive home.  The two closets in this room were all mine, in addition to one of the two in our master bedroom, and I used this as my dressing/getting ready room daily.  A few months ago I felt a sense of panic when I realized I would need to move all of 'me' into our master bedroom.  Well, it did take some work and a whole lot of purging, but we did it.  I am fully and comfortably situated in the master, all of my clothes fit and I even have a space to do my hair and make up (perhaps I'll post photos of our bedroom someday soon).

So, basically, we're ready.  The suitcase is packed and in my car, and the car seat is installed.  Now we're waiting.  Our due date is November 15, but I would be happy to have him make his entrance into our world at any moment.  Do you hear us little guy - we're ready for you!!

Monkey teddy from his soon to be buddy Lucas Walsh and the Dragon softie is from Auntie Di.
Swedish cross quilt was made by Nanny McIsaac and the two folded quilts are from Muny
Dwell crib sheet, Restoration Baby crib skirt, and the crocheted Christening blanket was made for me by my dad's mother, Grandma McIsaac, 33 years ago.
snug.songbird mobile from Snug Studio and the Boreal Forest print from Banquet Atelier on Etsy
More prints from Banquet
Sarah Jane Studios - Take Me for a Walk and a postcard from Leah Duncan
This teddy was made by my 3 yr old niece Ellajah's grandma.  There's a very sweet story around it and it is very special.
Dragon bracelet, first piece of jewelry from Ma Ma and Yeh Yeh (Steven's parents).
Diaper Caddy and Whale print
First toy from Dai Goo Ma and a picture of his buddy-to-be Lucas.

More gifts from his Halifax family.  Sai Goo Ma will ensure he is always decked out in the designer gear.

Friday, 14 September 2012

Perhaps we have a problem...

A bit much?  In my defense, I have had great optical coverage and get many of these glasses paid for in full.

The ones in the green display case are on highest rotation.  This was an ugly wooden box with "glasses" written in gold on the front that I picked up from the dollar store a few years ago.  I spray painted it and it now sits on my make up dresser.  I went back for a second one a few days later but there were none.  Major regret. 

 The sunnies are both mine and Steven's.

 These are our two most recent pairs, favorites, I might add.

My brand spanking new frames I just purchased on a whim this weekend from Regent Optical in Edmonton.  If you don't already know the place, it's a gem.  Fantastic prices and they always have my order ready in a few hours for pick up the same day.  The new location on Whyte Ave is the nicest.

Wednesday, 29 August 2012

It's been awhile...

In true Cheryl fashion I've started something and given up.  Well, that's a little hasty - I haven't really quit this blog, I've just placed it on hold.  Part of the trouble stems from not knowing what my real vision was in the first place, that and my constant struggle with perfection.  I don't like that I know so little about templates and Blogger and everything that goes along with this whole internet world.  I hate the limitations this template puts on me and it makes me want to throw in the towel - big time. 

I've been this way since I was a little girl.  At the beginning of every school year I would get all new everything.  There could be nothing reused from the previous year, no pencil case, binder, exercise book or pen.  Everything had to be new and ready to be customized.  I would line everything up on the living room floor, decide how I wanted it all organized, write my name and subject on each ledger, fill the binders with loose leaf and arrange my pencil cases.  Once school started I would be more concerned with what style of handwriting I would use for the year and what combination of highlighters meant what - I would even write a key for it at the front of my notebook in some cases.  But then, around October things would get real and the note taking would get faster and messier.  Ugh, I would hate that.  If it was on loose sheets I could rewrite it when I got home and throw away the messy sheet, but if it were in my notebook...  Oh man.  That would drive me crazy.  Quite often I would abandon that notebook and start with a new one.  It would be nothing for me to sit down and rewrite everything of importance in a new book just to keep things consistent. 

Journals were a real problem for me.  Every Christmas I would get a new diary or journal with the intent of writing every single day in it.  Again, handwriting style and pen choice were of utmost importance.  This obsession started from early childhood and I've never outgrown it (you should see me try and pack just the right pens and sketchbook when getting ready for a trip, still to this day).  I would start with the greatest of intentions and go strong for a week or so, then something would happen, I would change my mind about the pen color choice - purple was too immature, or a girl in my class whom I didn't like much wrote in bubble letters so I had to have a better style than that.  I seem to remember going through a phase where naming my journal was a thing.  Getting bored of her name would be the perfect reason to drop the whole journaling experience for that year and wait to get a new book the next Christmas.  I wouldn't dare start a new one in the middle of the year, that would just be weird. 

I was a frequent organizer and decorator as well, even drawing plans of my bedroom, to scale, complete with outlets, windows, closets, etc.  I would cut out the furniture and rearrange it on my room plan and get my dad to help me move things when I'd settled on a new design.  With each remodel I would usually do a purge.  I remember one such time ending in tears.  I had a black garbage back filled with old, half used exercise books, sketchbooks and journals.  Nick knacks I'd outgrown, no matter the sentimental value of them, just anything that didn't fit my persona at that given moment in my 12 year old life.  Well, for whatever reason, my father felt the need to have a peak at the items I was throwing away.  I guess he didn't need much of a reason, considering everything in that bag had been paid for by his hard earned money.  He had a flick through the journals, one in particular I remember having only one page written on.  Then he started...  Ripping out the used pages and throwing the books back on my bed.  'You listen here missy.  That is a perfectly good book and you will use it again.  Don't you ever ask your mother for another diary, you've got enough here to last you a lifetime!'  Tragedy.  Where was I going to put all of these old books with jagged pages ripped out of the front, binding glue visible, no fresh first page?  The funny thing is, I don't remember the final outcome.  Perhaps I didn't get a new diary that year, but I doubt it.  And it didn't change my habits any - I still start sketchbooks, never finish them and buy a new one when I decide I want to try a new format. 

And that's just how I feel about this blog.  It isn't perfect.  The layout is not quite right, I don't know where to host photos, haven't figured out how to upload videos properly, need to find a way to add some gadgets that link to Pinterest, twitter etc... So overwhelming.

Well, after a conversation with my friend and fellow Fort McMurray blogger Two Loonies and a Penny yesterday, and a recent comment from a friend, I've decided to give it another shot.  Things have changed considerably in the past few months of silence.  I'm now 29 weeks pregnant and very focused on readying our lives for the changes we're about to face.  I was very busy work this spring, and really wouldn't have had time to blog if I'd wanted to.  I'm not sure where the focus of this will go, it may turn into a Mommy Blog, who knows.  I guess I should just take it one step at a time and try to post every now and again. 

One thing I do know, this much writing deserves a picture or two!  This would have been me around 12, I believe, my sister would be about 8.  Oh my goodness...