Mama-luia

But as of Saturday, my husband is a university graduate. With having a new job, moving this very weekend, and of course, the arrival of our exquisite child, I don't think this event really matters to him. But it does to me. * * * * * * * * * * * * The wife of a perpetual student is one who chooses Mr. Noodle for lunch so that textbooks can be bought. She smiles as authentically as possible about borrowing a free, boring movie from the school library rather than going to a theatre. She takes the bus while extremely pregnant to buy groceries because owning a car just isn't feasible. She pukes on buses, too, when a little less pregnant and riddled with morning sickness. She willingly lives on a university campus, putting up with 18 year old hooligan neighbours who think that 1:30 am is a good time to scream and blare music. And last but not least, the wife of the perpetual student gives birth during her husband's finals. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *...

I have only two pairs of pants which fit right now. They're maternity pants. I had Noah almost a month ago and I can't expect to wear any of my old clothes for... a while, if not... forever. I can't fit into most of my maternity skirts either. They either fall off me (which I must say, is encouraging) or sit uncomfortably at my incision site. I tell you this because Noah just spat up on my only clean pants that fit. Instead of feeling sorry for myself, I recalled this quotation, a perfect reflection for Mother's Day: "A mother is the most important person on earth. She cannot claim the honor of having built Notre Dame Cathedral. She need not. She has built something more magnificent than any Cathedral -- a dwelling for an immortal soul, the tiny perfection of her baby's body." -- Joseph Cardinal Mindszenty Thank you, Noah, for your spit-up on my lap. I will 'build my cathedral' of sorts with these pants.

We're buying a car! And not just any car, but a NEW one! A 2009 Pontiac G3 Wave, in midnight blue. How exceptional. Now if only I knew how to drive. . . .

I want to brag for just a moment. Guess who the newest writer for lifesitenews.com is? Guess?!

Noah is not even three weeks old, and he has already gone on two road trips. Last weekend, we took him to Toronto to meet his very proud great-grandmother among other relatives. He was as cheerful as could be. Just this past weekend, we took him to our former Catholic mecca, Barry's Bay. What an angel he was, sleeping soundly in his carseat for what should have felt like a very long drive (it certainly did for me, the recovering c-section recipient, who tends to forget to "take it easy". Oy.). And of course, he was a star at Our Lady Seat of Wisdom Academy's graduation ceremony. He even got an honourary mention on stage from John Yakabuski as being by far the youngest person in attendance, at the fresh-picked age of 17 days. What sticks out to me the most from this trip was the graduation Mass. I had hoped to nurse him when we arrived -- prior to Mass -- change his diaper, and even make myself look presentable. Given that we squealed into the church parking lot at 10:...