Two for the price of one

Two posts in one day? What? Can this be happening?

It can. And it is.

A few little things prompted this. Like, the fact that Elijah cut his first tooth TODAY, as in, this morning it wasn't there, and this evening it is. I feel like he's growing up so fast. 6-month check-up is tomorrow, and I can't wait to see how long he is and how much he weighs.

Another thing that prompted this is my kijiji-ing. For one thing, I can't stand cheap people. They tick me off like nothing else. I understand that kijiji is like one big garage sale, but I find some people to be downright insulting when it comes to their bartering skills. I won't bother with examples, but I have MANY of them, in the short 3 weeks that I've been a kijiji-er.

While on the topic of kijiji though, we're selling our treadmill and piano, and I thought I'd post on here to see if anyone we know wants either. We're selling the treadmill for $500, but $400 if it's picked up in the next week, and we're hoping to get $2000 for the piano, which includes the bench and the cost of pro piano movers (because there's no WAY I'm letting anyone touch that piano but a pro who won't scratch my new floors!) So if you're interested or know anyone who is, pass the word along.

Then another reason I wanted to post was because I'm hungry. That might sound silly, but the truth is, I just came across some photos of my baby shower at my mom's, and when I saw the following photo, I stopped short.

Because that all looks so delicious on so many levels, and I can't help but think of Julia, whose favourite kind of food is shower food. For this very reason. You have fruit and dip, veggies and dip, meatballs, tostitos and homemade salsa dip, pickles, cake, cheese and crackers, and the best cranberry cider ever. I was already hungry, but now I'm ravenous. I want it all. And Junior Mints. Because I'm apparently quite addicted to Junior Mints.

And the last thing I wanted to post about also came from the photos from my baby shower at my mom's. It was this:

I miss that. Does the ache ever go away? The longing? The wondering? People tell me they're "done after this one" and that they've "made sure they're not having any more" and I simply can't fathom it. How would you know when you're "done?" How would you make the enormous decision to completely prevent your body from having more children? How would you feel knowing you don't WANT any more? I've wanted children for so long that I can't imagine NOT wanting children, at any point.

It's confusing. And it hurts. How silly is that! It seems like a dream though.

Did this

ever really happen?

Was this

really me?

I'm trying so hard to not feel like the one it never happens to. I just can't figure out why I feel these feelings so strongly when I have this little one to remind me that it was real:

(btw, check out the hair. I can't get enough of it.)

Anyway, I'm rambling, and it's getting late. I need to go to bed so that I can get up early and drive Matt to the office. I need the car tomorrow as I have to take Elijah for his 6-months shots. As if he isn't cranky enough with teething, now we have to poke him a couple times too! Poor thing.

Maybe I'll post tomorrow night, but then maybe I won't. That'd be a lot of posts in just a few days, and I don't want to set a bad precedent. ;)