Welcome to LuvBuv! My name is Theresa and I hope you enjoy my blog about life and all the little things that make life interesting. This blog covers a variety of topics including relationships, well-being, family life, and juicy lil' tidbits.
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By Theresa
Everything is new and glorious with your first child and every milestone big or small is applauded with as much vigour as if your baby just won an Olympic gold medal. Now when your second child comes around, you are still pleased with your little bundle of joy, yet you know in your heart that your parental paparazzi days are over as you’ve seen it all already. The first child has a memory book, two photo albums and an assortment of mementos kept in a special box while baby number two is lucky to have enough pictures to fill one album.
Can a mother who is a second child herself break this vicious, yet natural cycle of Second Child Syndrome (SCS)?
By Theresa
When I was a little girl, I thought that grown ups were these mature people that always had the answers and wore sensible clothes. I thought that growing up was just another milestone similar to high school graduation. Now that I am of the age of someone who could be considered ‘grown up’ I am still wondering when my time will come to actually feel this way.
I’ve come to realize that there are a number of reasons why we never really feel grown up, but the main reason is because of our families. Love’em or hate’em, families have the strange ability to turn back time and make you feel like a kid again. That time you wet the bed when you had a sleep-over? Your cousin will never let you forget it. That embarrassing baby picture of you with poopy pants? It’s on display and framed for everyone’s viewing pleasure.
By Theresa
When I recently returned to work full-time after taking a year’s maternity leave, my husband became the primary caregiver for our bubbly 12 month daughter between the hours of 7am and 5:30pm when I am out. He’s a Professional House Husband (PHH) as he not only is a full-time ‘manny’ during the day, but also balances his professional life in the evenings.
By Theresa
Earlier this week I waved bye-bye to my 11 month old daughter as she sat in Grammy’s car and for the first time, she waved back. This little moment made me want to cry as I stared into her big, confused eyes. But I did not cry as the jeep pulled away and Ayla peered out from behind the tinted window. “Get a grip,” I told myself. “It’s only for a week.”
My husband and I decided to go to San Francisco to celebrate our anniversary. It’s the first time we’ve ever left Ayla for more than a few hours. At first we thought we would take her with us, but after a few late nights one week, and a few sleepless nights as a result of a change in her schedule, we thought it would be best for all of us to leave Ayla with my mother-in-law.
By Theresa
The other day as I held a ball-point pen, an electric pulse zapped my thumb as I pressed the top clicker. I yelped in surprise and immediately knew I had been duped. No, I was not at a gag store. I was just having a relaxing evening at home with my husband the prankster.
I should have known he was up to no good the way he casually asked me to check out the “cool” ink colour of the prank pen. As is the custom in our household, if he “gets” me, I have the right to “get” him back. So I subjected him to the same electric zap from the pen, although this time it was lacking the element of surprise which for him is actually worse. Big baby.
By Theresa
Since the spring weather has been so nice lately, I’ve been taking a lot more walks around my neighbourhood. Aside from enjoying the fresh air and budding trees, I’ve been enjoying all of the pretty wreaths hanging from people’s doors. I started getting WREATH ENVY.
Ever since I was a little girl, I always pictured my home to have a porch swing, a window seat and a welcoming wreath. While I don’t have a window seat, I do have a porch (but no swing-yet), and I was determined to get my wreath, dammit! I previously purchased an autumn/winter wreath but couldn’t find a spring/summer wreath that suited my fancy. So I decided to make my dream wreath.
By Theresa
There are two types of mothers: those who have been “mothers” all their lives (the type that rescues kittens and takes friends under her wing), and the type that slowly become a mother by necessity. I fall under the latter category. My daughter’s diaper was the very first diaper I’ve ever changed.
By Theresa
Commemorate your child’s hand or foot prints (or your pet’s paws) with this fun and easy play dough craft. While some people only display ornaments at Christmas, I keep these cute keepsakes out all year round. These make great gifts for grandma and grandpa!
By Theresa
Move aside jack o lanterns and cotton spider webs! If you want your house to display an original decoration this Halloween, try making an intestine wreath. My husband was inspired by a posting on BoingBoing which described how to use your standard “crack filler goop” to make realistic intestines rupturing from a dummy. We decided to skip the dummy and make a wreath complete with eyeballs purchased from any Halloween aisle. This project is definitely messy. (Note to self – next time, remember to wear rubber gloves when using the crack filler! That stuff stayed on for days.)
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