Week 30

It has arrived ladies & gentleman - the first tooth. After a rough few days off sweating, screaming & drooling, the tooth finally made its grand appearance and is now clearly visible. Unfortunately Mr. Bitey has emerged and breastfeeding has become a painful undertaking as Liam now takes a good chomp towards the end of his meal. It hurts just as much as everyone tells you it's going to and there is nothing you can do about it - not like you can take a swipe at your kid for sending a stabbing pain through your boob. So as I've learned with so many other things in mommy world - you simply just grin and bear it. Or you scream out loud which is much more effective at relieving your frustration.

Liam is currently bouncing in his oh-so-favourite jolly jumper and screaming at his hand. From time to time he catches a glimpse of his digits and freaks out. This equates to blood curdling screaming. We have also discovered that if you try and take something away from him that he doesn't want to let go of he screams too. I think we are going to have an issue with sharing when we are older.

Thurs we headed over to Vancouver for another daddy related business trip - we tag along since the hotel rooms are free and it gives us a change of scenery for a few days. This time round was a bit of whirlwind but still fun. Friday night Ian and his work colleagues were hosting some students from UBC and taking them to a Canucks game so I volunteered to take care of his bosses two kids aged 4 and 6 years old for a few hours. Apparently I think I'm super mom all of a sudden and could handle two kids and a baby for 6 hours. The first thing his boss said to the kids when she left was not to jump on the bed, so the first thing I did was start jumping competitions to wear the crap out of both of them and make them mellow - WRONG! The jumping only got them more hyperactive which led to getting thirsty and dumping their water bottles over their heads to keep cool. In her enthusiasm the 4 year old accidentally dumped a bunch of water all over the night stand and onto the floor. Apparently she must spill a lot since she promptly started cleaning up the mess with Liam's wet wipes. After about 30 wipes the night stand was back to its original state but the wipe attack did not stop there. In about five minutes the bag of wipes had depleted to almost nothing, everything in the hotel room had been cleaned off and she had used the squares to cover herself head to toe like a mummy. I was poweless to stop the madness so I just watched everything go to heck. By dinner time and 2 hours into baby sitting I was already exhausted and I still had 4 hours to go. Luckily the 6 year old was also going to the hockey game so surely it would be easier with just the 4 year old and Liam? Not a chance. I ordered dinner and a big glass of wine and after allowing her to feed Liam and flicking bits of carrot all over the carpet & myself (Liam was oozing large globules of carrot down his face at this point) decided to chuck both of them in the bath. Once the PJ's were on Liam had some milk and went to sleep and we settled down in bed to watch some TV. 10 minutes later Liam woke up and just as I picked him up he projectile vomited all over my face and down my body. The 4 year old took one look at me and said "holy smokes" while I desperately tried not to squish vomit into the carpet en route to the bathroom. Just as I stepped into the bathroom he decided to projectile vomit a second time (I should learn to carry my kid outwards instead of facing me all the time). That was it - there was so much barf the entire floorwas covered and I looked like I had been painted yellow. There was nothing I could do but strip butt naked and get into the shower. The 4 year old didn't think much of my streaking by her in my naked glory with my naked baby and continued to watch TV. So now Liam is wide awake and the 4 year old decides to catch a second wind and starts jumping up and down on the bed again. She did this for almost 2 hours with me desperately trying to rock Liam to sleep - unfortunately he was so entertained by the small pink streak pinging off the walls there was no way he was missing out on the fun. By 10pm I was ready to curl up fetal and start sucking my thumb. Fortunately the 4 year old decided she was tired and promptly started giving me instructions on which lamps to switch off, where to stand and how much noise to make before she fell asleep. 15 minutes later eveyone arrived back and by 11pm Liam finally went down as well. It took me all of 3.2 seconds to pass out once my head hit the pillow. Multiple kids? FORGET IT!!!!!!