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Look how quickly they grow up! Jake is losing his baby chubby cheeks and trying despritly to stand up on everything.
He watches TV...

He loves his apple juice...

He pulls himself up on everything, especially that red box...

And he's got more teeth coming in...

My angel.
Fame! Again.
Here's my most recent 'fame':
Hello nicolajanes,
someone has written you an e-mail through 20six:
I'm a journalist at the Independent newspaper writing a piece about the growing trend for baby blogs. My telephone number is *** **** ****. Would you consider talking to me about how you got into it and how you have found the experience?
Regards.
I've only corresponded with this person once by email. I have no idea where the article is positive or negative. My last experience has certainly made me look at these things more synically.
Anyway, keep your eye out for an article on Baby Blogging in the Independent and let me know if you see it. I'm in Canada; I'll never see it. 
Reunion
On Friday, I got to see my Dad for the first time in 4 years. I hadn't seen him since my wedding in 2001. I've missed him so much and I so hated the fact that he hadn't yet met his first grandchild. But with him in Alberta and us in Ontario - and previously in England - it was never an easy or cheap trip to make.
But something has come up recently which has facilitated a brief but long-overdue meeting between my Dad and us.
My paternal Grandmother is dying. She was diagnosed a couple of months ago with cancer. At the age of 87, she has not proven to be a strong fighter and is now in the hospital on heavy painkillers. She is effectively comatosed and they are no longer giving her any nourishment. The end is near for her, I'm sure, and so my Dad decided to fly to England to be with her and to help my Grandfather.
I knew that he'd most likely have a stopover to make in either Montreal, Ottawa or Toronto. I told him that we'd make the hour-long journey to either Montreal or Ottawa Airport, should his stopover be at either of them, to spend a few minutes with him. And to introduce him to Jake, of course.
His stopover, though, was due to be in Toronto, which is very far away, so he paid extra ($500, apparently!) so that he could stop in Montreal and see us. We met him there on Friday afternoon and spent an hour and a half with him. I cried, Jake got a cuddle from him... it was great!
Now he's in England and I miss him already.
Here are the girls at the multi-storey parking lot at the airport (which I think is now called Pierre Eliott Trudeau Airport):

And my Dad offering Jake a piece of chocolate:

And the best photo of the night was the one where Jake punches my brother, Chris, in the nose:

Article from the Independent
The drooling minutiae of childhood revealed for all to see as 'Mommy blogs' come of age
By Jonathan Brown
05 February 2005
Where once a blurred baby photo in the wallet would do, now it seems doting parents will stop at nothing to share their world of domestic bliss.
Baby Blogs, the painstakingly detailed and disarmingly frank records of a child's early years delivered to a global audience via the internet on personal websites, have become the latest shrines to parental absorption.
The "diaper diaries" began life in the United States where one site alone, Dooce.com, is regularly read by some 40,000 people. This apparently irresistible urge to record and share a child's developmental milestones, from first bowel movement to first day at school, has now crossed the Atlantic.
Nicola Standen began chronicling her feelings when she became pregnant with her son Jake while living in England with her new husband. But it just kept on growing. "I wanted to keep a journal of my every thought about wanting a baby, about pregnancy, birth and our new baby. I never wanted to forget my fears and worries, or of the huge highs of finding out that I was pregnant. Also I wanted our baby to be able to read about how very much he was wanted. With my family so far away in Canada, an online diary was the way to go."
She began by buying a domain name: www.babythoughts.co.uk, and updating it each day after work. Then she decided to branch out with her own blog - or web log - registering for the 20six.co.uk site.
It is estimated that new blog sites are set up every 4.7 seconds. They record an individual's observations on everything from life to love and, perhaps unsurprisingly, loneliness. They may be shrines to a favourite actor, pop star or child.
On 20six, Mrs Standen "met" two other women at similar stages of their pregnancies. "We commented on each other's blogs, helped each other with worries and concerns, and shared a giggle about the weirder pregnancy symptoms. I learnt a lot from them and I hope that I helped them too."
Mrs Standen says she has been contacted from new or expectant mothers all over the world. "I love it," she says.
But some see it differently. Daniel J Siegel, a psychiatrist at the Centre for Culture, Brain and Development at the University of California, Los Angeles, has observed a darker side. "What we are seeing is the deep, evolutionarily acquired desire to rise above invisibility, something parents experience all the time. You want to be seen not just by the baby whose diaper you are changing, but by the whole world," he said.
Such an anlaysis is shared by some bloggers. Aylet Waldman's badmother.blogspot.com describes her life with her four young children and husband. "A blog like this is narcissism in its most obscene flowering," she told The New York Times. "But it is necessary. As a parent, your days are consumed by other people's needs. This is payback for driving back and forth to gymnastics all week long."
The newspaper's questioning coverage of the phenomenon this week sparked something close to anger in the "mommy blog" community as web links to the story were attached to individual sites. Mimi Smartypants, whose book, a collection of blogs called The World According to Mimi Smartpants which was published in Britain last year, approaches exasperation. "La da dee dee dee, would someone please tell me what I am supposed to write about in my DIARY if not my own personal LIFE? If I had more energy today I could get good and mad about the story."
There are also fears that the blogs will demand a lot of living down when children reach maturity. The New York Times posed the question of how the blogee will feel when their date for the junior prom Googles their entire existence?
That is not an issue, says Mrs Standen. "I've been interviewed concerning the blog about how some expert thinks that it will harm Jake when he's older. He said that parents shouldn't be writing personal things on there about their baby because, when he grows up, his future friends and colleagues could tease him.
"For instance, I wrote about a time when Jake peed on my arm. Ridiculous. What baby boy hasn't peed on his mum?"
A PARENT ON THE NET
Four months ago, when Trixie was 14 months old, I could usually count on her to take a nap by about 10am, but I wasn't real particular. If she acted tired, I would let her take a nap, even if it was 8 o'clock in the morning. As far as I was concerned, it was never too early for a nap.
Not being a morning person, I needed Trixie's first nap to shower, get dressed, and generally wake up. If I was having a good day, I might even get a little work done, but that was usually left for the afternoon nap. She didn't always take an afternoon nap, but it was regular enough for me to believe that it existed.
Things began to change around 15 months. I still let Trixie go to sleep in the morning when she wanted to, but it became increasingly difficult to get her to take a second nap. We had horrible days where she took a short morning nap, and then spent the whole afternoon in a cranky, frustrated stupor, unwilling or unable to take a second one.
We wrestled with this for a month until we decided enough was enough. We decided to push her to stay up until nap time (1.00) and the payoff was immediate.
The following nine days were the most consistent sleep schedule Trixie ever had. Her schedule has fluctuated since then, but the one-nap-a-day rule remains in effect.
So, now our only sleep problem is trying to get Trixie to stay in bed at bedtime. For instance, tonight it took over an hour of her jumping out of bed, running around her room in the dark, pulling out all her toys, banging into things and generally sounding like a raccoon going through the trash before we finally got her to sleep.
Other points of interest:
First climbed out of her crib, just five days after we switched over to one nap a day.
After several weeks of successfully sleeping without the crib side, Trixie began rolling out of bed at night.
Trixie was sick. She wouldn't stay in her crib when she was sick, so we switched her back to the Pack'n'Play for about a week and a half until she learned to stay in the crib again.
Thanks to dearsarah for reminding me to do this nap transition story.
From trixieupdate.com
News isn't good about my Grandmother. My Dad and Grandfather have been by her side continuously for the last few days but she's hardly been conscious. They aren't giving her any nourishment at all and she's falling fast. She is now developing a lung infection, which they say will most probably result in pneumonia. The doctor told my Dad that he'd check in again on Monday but that he'd be surprised if she made it that long.
How does this affect me? Well, I can't say that I've been very close to my grandparents. I've lived most of my life on the other side of the ocean from them and, I must admit, I haven't stayed in contact like I should have. When I was a teenager, it felt like such a hassle to spend a minute on the phone to say hello or, god forbid, take the time to write a letter. But I always got birthday cards and money from them; so they obviously never felt like it was hassle to contact me. In my defense, I was young...
In adulthood, I've been keeping a bit more contact. I write occassinally and, while I lived in England, we saw them a few times. With my Grandmother now profoundly deaf, telephone calls were rarely exchanged.
I had Jake in Barrow, right around the corner from my grandparents' house. They visited us in the hospital every day. They brought flowers and books for me to read, as well as cookies and other goodies. It wasn't easy for them to get around - they are in their late 80's - but they never missed a day.
She's not in any pain now, and that's good, but my Dad, his two brothers and my Grandfather are suffering...
Aging sucks.
Cancer sucks.

Early Learning Centre
Hello nicolajanes,
someone has written you an e-mail through 20six:
Good afternoon,
I work for Redwood publishing company and we are planning list your web address as one of 8 that we are mentioning in our 'Early Learning Centre Baby and Toddler Guide'. It is under a 'you might find these sites useful' section and hopefully will mean more people checking out your log. Any problems, feel free to contact me. Thanks, Marc
That's cool. It looks like 20six will be listed in a ELC catalogue! You can request a catalogue at www.elc.co.uk.
Everything has changed
As of yesterday, Jake can now pull himself up into a standing position on just about anything. Gone are the days of leaving the side of the crib down. Gone are the days of sitting him down on the living room floor surrounded by toys and expecting him to still be in the same spot when you return a moment later. And gone are the days of leaving a decorative bowl of mints on the coffee table. Our lives have changed now; we have a toddler.
And the kid still won't crawl.


Gone.
My grandma died peacefully in her sleep on the evening of Tuesday the 15th. By that time, she hadn't been conscious in about 4 days and her breathing had become very irregular. Everyone knew that the time was near and my Dad and my Grandfather stayed with her in the hospital as much as possible. Finally, at about 7:30pm on Tuesday, she passed away, with my Dad holding one hand and my Grandfather the other.
Can you see us?
We have a webcam running in our house right now! Here's a live shot:

It's not on all the time but if you come back here every once in a while, you'll see an updated image. At the moment, this image will update every 30 seconds. Just refresh your page.
For more webcams from our house (please don't think we're nuts; not only is a lot of our family overseas and wanting to check in on us, but we also try to make a bit of money online), check out our site at http://www.iseeyou.co.uk for more webcams!
