Are you there Bloggers? It's me, Amy...

I was never one to like Winter. I'm a summer or fall kind of girl. My entire maternity leave, I dreaded the idea of going back to work in the middle of winter. That nightmare continues. If I was American, this is where I would throw in my "Ya'll", I am so sick of waking up and brushing the snow off my car or scraping the ice off or wasting copius amounts of fuel just letting that baby run for 20 minutes before going outside. I am sick of bundling up: Pulling on socks and boots, mitts, scarves, hat/headband and winter coats and drudging through it. I am sick of the runny nose I get going from my warm house to freezing outside to warm car. Just plain sick. So much to my pleasure, I notice a nice mild week in the forecast, hoping that this is the end. Well, we are on day two this week (out of two days lol) of -25 with windchill weather when I am leaving for work. Oh, and they are calling for some freezing drizzle tonight, followed by a few cm of snow, followed by...

1) you never feel alone. Have an exciting story to tell? Had a bad day? Had an amazing day? Want an opinion? Need support? You always have your partner in crime. You can count on them for anything big or small, and vice versa. 2) no expectations. I realize this sounds depressing at first glance, but it's a beautiful thing. You can enjoy a Sunday in your sweats with no makeup as the dust is piling onto your furniture and your significant other will be right there alongside you!  3) the little things. The little gifts they pick up because they thought of you when they saw it, playing with your hair so you fall asleep first, touching the small of your back as you pass through a doorway. I live for and love the small unexpected smiles I get from things like this. 4) you always have someone to think about. My mind is spinning all day long. Thinking about my husband calms me down, brings me back to reality and gives me motivation to get through the day so I can see my two favourite men :...

I don't know how we did it, but we survived Garett's first flu. My poor boy got sick at his first birthday party. What a memory to have.  After that the fevers started spiking, the Motrin and Tylenol started flowing, the cool baths ensued at mommy and daddy both got sick at the same time.  What.a.week. Tuesday he went for his 12 month shots and wellness checkup. The shots made the fevers worse. There were a few times we almost loaded up and went to the children's hospital, but he was still eating normally, playing during the day, getting lots of fluids and sleep, so there wasn't anything seriously wrong. Our doctor said it was a bug and to let it run it's course. I never anticipated letting a bug run it's course to be so so so heart breaking to watch. I felt useless, helpless, pathetic. There was nothing more I could do as a mother for my baby. Ugh! Hopefully those "bugs" are few and far between. So anyways, that's where I've been--and insanely...