12

12 years ago today I became a mother for the very first time.
After quickly labouring to the pushing stage, my baby decided to stay put.
In fact, he decided to chill out in my uterus until I was so exhausted that I could not push him out.
I am pretty sure he would've been quite content to stay inside until he was a few years old, but, the doc wasn't into it and pulled out the vacuum.

Have you ever tried to push a baby out with a vacuum on his head and your tiny, female doctor pulling so hard, her leg was against the bed?
Fun times, I tell ya.

Eventually, my almost 9 pound baby entered this world unwillingly and I loved him instantly.
He cried....
....and cried....
....and cried...
for hours.

He cried so long that I wanted to put him back inside.
He cried so much that the nurses eventually took him from me because he was disrupting the entire floor.
By that point I was OK with it, and actually thought about making a quick escape back home.

But I didn't.
Because I was so completely in love with my new baby boy.
And I still am.
And always will be.

Happy birthday to my peanut butter addicted, horse loving, messy, sometimes lazy, extremely handsome, growing up too fast big boy.
*sniff*

I also love Kat

Differences between my brother and I

I have a brother.

I don't talk too much about the family I have that lives outside of this house because I am afraid that they will disown me and never talk to me again because I embarrassed them.
But, today I am taking a leap.
And crossing my fingers that my little brother still loves me after I dedicate an entire post to him.  *deep breath*


Besides the very obvious difference in our sex, there are many more. 

*He is musical.  He can play guitar and even once played in a band.  Me.  I didn't know how to whistle until almost high school.

*He has lived in Vietnam
...and South Korea.  I live 5 minutes away from my childhood home.

*He can sleep in every weekend.  And stay up as late as he wants because he doesn't have any children.  My life revolves around three little brats.

*He is a newlywed.  I am not.

*He has been to Thailand...
Cambodia...
Egypt...
China.  He has seen the whole fucking world, and I have never left the continent.

*He looks good in hats.  Me?  Umm...no.

*He has the bluest blue eyes.  I don't.

*He is a city boy who loves living in the big city of Toronto.  We have 2 horses, 2 barn cats, stinky Studley and a 30 pound rabbit.  Enough said.

*He is my kids favourite person in the Universe.  They told me.  They also told me that I should move out so he can move in and play soccer with them 24/7.

*He loves chicken wings.  Ew.

*His writing is much better than mine. *He knows how to drive standard.  My dad tried to teach me once.  That's all I have to say about that. *He can speak/read/understand Korean.  I know how to say "Hello" in French.   So basically, I guess what I am saying is that I need to talk to my parents to see if the stork brought him down from the "Land of Perfect". 



And then I need to go get a life. Geesh.