Category Archives: Delusional Mom

A Worm Farm!

Some of my favourite memories as a child involved playing in the mud. Squishing it between my toes, making mud pies, or digging in it. I absolutely loved it.

This weekend while I started some pretty massive yard work, part of which involved moving some bricks that had been separating my garden area from my yard. It was hot, and the work was harder than my lazy self thought it was going to be. I pulled up one brick and noticed the fat end of a worm working his way down to dirt.

That was the end of the yard work. I suddenly had a flash back to a daycare idea I had Рcreating a Worm Farm. A way for kids to study what it is that worms do and how they do it.  I spent the next few hours with Ibrahim digging in the dirt in search of worms.

Fast forward to this morning where I had everything I needed to set up this little experiment.

We started off by putting a layer of rocks in the bottom of a clear vase. The rocks are supposed to help with air circulation…or something like that. I don’t know…I just put them there.


Next, I put alternate layers of dirt and sand – this is so that (eventually) the kids will be able to see how the worms mix the soil up.


We topped it off with some finely chopped banana peel (worms need to eat you know!) and our worms.


After we checked it out and made a few observations, we covered it in black construction paper. Why? Because worms generally don’t like the light and would burrow into the center of the vase and now let us see what they’re doing! By covering the vase, they will (hopefully) stay closer to the edges and we can study their movements over the next few days/weeks. ūüôā


Zombies? Yes please!

In today’s Monday Moves post I’m sharing my new fitness motivation…Zombies!

Now – this combines 2 things that I love. First running – in this case, from zombies (though you can certainly do this walking…I actually went out for a walk with Adam last week using this app and I’m happy to report the both of us survived!) The second thing is RPG. Yes…it’s a health driven Role Playing Game. And it’s¬†so awesome!!

The app is called Zombies, Run!¬†and it’s basically like listening to an audio story. It starts out with a helicopter crash…you are the lone survivor and you have to run (or walk) to safety. You’ve got a radio and there’s someone guiding you … warning you of nearby zombies…asking you to pick up medical supplies…telling you how close you are to their safe base. As you walk or run (in real life) you are notified in your ear piece that you’ve found items. On my first run, I found axes, baseball bats, first aid kits, water, a CDC box, trousers and a package of underwear. (lol!!) These items are stored in your app – and then when you get home from your run (or walk…or bike ride, whatever, you get the idea!) you go to your app and then you play your game! You trade your items, build your township, boost morale, etc. It’s almost like a Farmville type of game.

One of the cool features is the ability to turn on zombie chases. Now…I thought “whatever, you’re going to have zombies growling in your ears, lame.”

It’s not. You hear a moan…a groan…then you get “WARNING, ZOMBIE SWARM 20 METERS BEHIND YOU” ¬†and then a radar blip sound starts going off. I swear to God – your heart pumps and you move your butt to get away! It’s exhilarating! Sometimes they’re faster than others, but regardless, you need to try to outrun them.

So if you ever see me walking down the road or around Beaumaris Lake and I suddenly look panicked and start running – you’ll know why!

Friday Fun

Wow, I’d posted a pic on Instagram what seems like forever ago all excited because I’d made a plan (almost) for daily blogs. Yeah…the best laid plans, right?

So, I’m actually going to try. Previously, my posts have been very word heavy…so I’m going to try to just stick to my daily ¬†mini themes and hope that it can inspire the writer’s bug in me that needs to get out.

Here’s the plan:

Mondays – Moving (health/exercise related stuff)
Tuesdays – Tasty (food!)
Wednesdays – WIP (stands for Work In Progress for whatever the current craft is)
Thursday – Thoughts (whatever’s on my mind)
Fridays – FUN (daycare stuff? my own fun?? whatever’s fun at that time!)
Saturdays – Shopping! (this is a stretch for me, as it’s not an activity I much enjoy!)
Sunday – family

So – on to Friday’s fun. I’m actually SO excited for this! I found an awesome website of a fellow Canadian Home Daycare Provider. She has amazing stuff in her back yard for the kids to do…and I’ve been planning on making my yard equally as fun for the last few years. It’s just that…well, I had a baby 2 years ago, then last year, I had an infant to try to work around.

THIS YEAR IS THE YEAR! ¬†I have pallets that I’ve nabbed and am creating a water wall, a sand wall, a music (aka NOISY) wall and one that I’m going to fill with trinkets (latches, hooks, those door stops that make that awesome “twang” sound, etc). ¬†I’ve got all the stuff for these and we (my mom’s helping me out with this) have just been waiting for appropriate weather to finish it all up. We thought we’d be done 2 weeks ago – but we had wicked, wicked wind (90+ km/hour) which isn’t exactly conducive to spray painting!

There are just a few things that I need to finish up to get the yard I’m really looking for.

  1. an old wheel barrow. It doesn’t need to function – I really just want a space to make a mud play area (yes, mud!!) that the kids can gather around to play in.
  2. some sort of way to put up a privacy/shade screen on my chain link fence. I’m thinking of the ones I’ve seen on apartment balconies.
  3. a bucket – I’m on the lookout for a fun/funky/farm style type of bucket
  4. some sort of outdoor flooring that’s not going to cost me an arm and a leg – and that won’t get HOT in the sun.

I’m so excited to get this done, I could pee! I can’t wait – once it’s done, I’ll post up pics, so keep an eye on my instagram or facebook ūüôā


How young is too young?

I was going to write about how I’ve been having dreams of giving birth…but then this happened today and I needed to get my thoughts out there and sorted.

We’ve had a rough winter – and then a long drawn out “spring” (which where I live could easily be confused with winter) – so with the nice weather finally here, I’ve been spending as much time as we can outside.

Today – as soon as my last child arrived for care – we took off for the park. ¬†We got there as recess for the local school was out – so we sat on the side lines waiting for the chaos to calm down a bit. ¬†Once the bell rang and the school kids were back in, I let the kids run and play. ¬†They were on the slides, then the swings, then running over the bridges…just being kids.

Soon Рone of the classes comes out for the kids to play some sort of game Рa very small class, maybe 10 students and they let my daycare kids play along with them.  Everything seems normal, right?

A little while later – another daycare troupe comes along. ¬†This one is a group of about 15 kids and 2 caregivers. ¬†One of the teachers of the classroom kids says “Oh…you have stray!” – and along comes this little guy – maybe 4 years old…possibly a¬†very small 5 year old. ¬†The daycare ladies turn to look and say “Nope, he’s not ours.”

Then everyone goes one with their business.


Maybe it’s just me – but a 4 year old shouldn’t be left to wander to a park all on his own.

So – I chat him up. ¬†“What’s your name?” I say – he shrugs. ¬†“Where’s your mom?” I ask – and he waves nonchalantly behind him and says, “at home.” ¬†Now – if he’s meant the homes across from the park – they are 2 soccer fields away. ¬†Sure – you could see the park from them…but…well…I dunno – it just seems so far.

The teachers eventually tell their kids to go back into class. ¬†I double check with the other daycare providers “He’s not one of yours?” — they shake their heads and shrug their shoulders.

By this time – I wanted to leave the park and head home – my kids were hungry and ready for nap…but I couldn’t leave this little guy on his own. ¬†I was shocked that I was the only person who seemed concerned about the situation.

So – I called the police. ¬†By the time I had given the info (park location, child’s description, etc) – the mother had wandered up and I was able to hang up with the police and head home knowing that the child was safe – but he was alone for a good 45 minutes before I finally decided that the police needed to be called.

Did I over react? I don’t know? ¬†I’m not a helicopter parent by any stretch of the imagination, but somehow I just can’t imagine letting my 4 year old head across a couple soccer fields and play at the park all alone.

The Name Game

So – Baby Delusional is going to be here in a little over a month, God Willing – and we still haven’t chosen a name. ¬†Mr D and I just can’t seem to agree on any. ¬†I want strong names, like Hamza, Omar, or Khalid. ¬†Mr D wants Prophetic names like Idris (Enoch), Ayyub (Job), or Ilyas (Elijah). ¬†We just aren’t finding a middle ground here.

This isn’t the first time that we went through this. ¬†Though Adam’s name was pretty much set from the beginning, Isaac was orginally going to be Hamza (we won’t go into that story, needless to say, he’s named after the Prophet Isaac…and his grandpa) – and Iman…we literally went 2 weeks just calling her “the baby.” ¬†I guess that’s an advantage of having a baby overseas – there is no rule about having a name before you leave the hospital.

This baby, however, is difficult. ¬†Maybe it’s because I wasn’t prepared to be pregnant…maybe it’s because I was dealing with my dad’s illness and death…I just haven’t been able to match a name to the little person I feel budding inside of me.


The funny thing is – when you’re trying to find a name for your baby, you suddenly realize how many names you¬†don’t¬†like – whether it’s because of an association with a person of that name, the way the name sounds in combination with middle/last, how the name fits in with the rest of the family – my list of names that I don’t want is clearly defined…yet my list of possibilities – very short indeed.

In the mean time – we’ll just go on calling him Baby Delusional.

I must clean all the things….ALL THE THINGS!

CC image courtesy of Cornelia Kopp on Flickr

Nesting – have you heard of it? ¬†Apparently it’s this phase that pregnant women go through – madly cleaning and organizing in an effort to prepare for baby.

I’m on baby #5 and this is my first time experiencing it. ¬†Sure, with the others, I got their nurseries ready…organized all the clothes/diapers/baby goodies….but not like I’m experiencing with little Baby Delusional here.

It all started innocently enough. ¬†I was unloading the dishwasher…which led to some water drips on my counter top. ¬†I had to get a cloth to wipe it…which led to washing inside all of my cupboards and drawers…and then the front of my dishwasher…then the inside of it. ¬†Yes, you read that right. ¬†I washed the inside of my dishwasher. ¬†Not only that – I did it with a toothbrush. ¬†No lies, folks.

The next day it was my bathroom. ¬†I woke up at 7 am with this insane urge to clean my bathroom…from the ceiling right down to the baseboards. ¬†I even scrubbed the bathroom floor by hand.

Now – my house isn’t filthy by any means, there’s always something that needs cleaning…so after finishing my bathroom (and rewarding myself by eating dessert for breakfast) I went ahead and cleaned all the walls and baseboards in the house. ¬†If I didn’t have to go out later that day I would have cleaned all the windows.

I’m still in this mad cleaning frenzy…It’s been nearly a week. ¬†My eyes get all big and my heart palpitates just at the thought of something new to clean.

Wipe down and sanitize the washing machine??  YES!!

Clean out the furnace vents and covers?  Oh yes, please!

Take down all the light canopies and wash out the dust-bunnies and dead bugs?  OH GOD YES!


I’m sick people. ¬†I need help.

All these “new” things

This isn’t my first pregnancy…far from it. ¬†I thought, with baby #5 that all the things to do with pregnancy would be old hat by now. ¬†I mean really – other than 9 months of waiting and birth…what is there??

Apparently a lot.

People are going on Babymoons. ¬†Really? ¬†A babymoon? ¬†I didn’t even go on a honeymoon! ¬†A friend sent me a great link to a blog post about them – I agree with her 100%.

After the babymoon, you’re supposed to have a baby shower. ¬†Not just a gathering of friends and family to help you prepare for new baby…no, these are over the top, catered events. ¬†If you happen to stop by an online birth board, you’ll find people complaining about what they did or didn’t get. ¬†Call me old fashioned but ever hear of the saying “Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth?” ¬†Geeze, people, say thank you and move on.

As if the baby shower isn’t enough – then there’s a¬†gender reveal¬†party. ¬†Yes…this is a serious thing where people gather (bringing more gifts, I assume) and wait around until you cut a cake that is either pink or blue inside. ¬†I think I’d rather stay home and do laundry than go to one of these things.

AND…some women have a THIRD baby shower. ¬†“Just to get the last few things on my registry” ¬†I simply have no words.

The thing that really blew my mind however is something called a push present.

At first I thought this was some phone app (push notifications??) that somehow sent nice little “gifts” to a mom. ¬†You know “Look, you’ve received a box of chocolate/bouquet of flowers/teddy bear” with a cutesy little picture.

I was wrong.

A push present is a gift you get for pushing out a baby. ¬†Some women get new diamond rings, fancy watches…in a few cases I’ve even read of women getting a new car.

Seriously…a car…for pushing out a baby!

I don’t know what it is about this that makes me so…uncomfortable. ¬†The thought of it just makes me feel icky. ¬†Let’s say it’s your first baby…do you get ANOTHER new car for the second? ¬†If not – does that mean that the next baby isn’t worth as much as the first? ¬†I don’t get it.

After my kids were born, I was hungry…hungry like you wouldn’t believe. ¬†I was more than happy to grab a burger and fries on the way home from the hospital. ¬†I don’t know what I’d have done if Mr D presented me with a new car. ¬†Probably something along the lines of “Nice…now can we grab some McD’s??”

Back Home

I was able to get discharged from the hospital late last night. ¬†Thank God – it’s so much nicer to sleep in your own bed.

Remember how I went into the hospital because I was having rather sever stomach issues? Well, after an abdominal ultrasound to check the liver, kidneys, gallbladder, pancreas, and both the large and small intestines, they found….nothing.

Then I went for a gastroscopy (basically a camera shoved down into my stomach) РI was put out for this.  I dreamed of visiting a Mennonite Farm while I was under anaesthetic.  How very odd.  Anyhow РI woke up and was told I have a beautiful and completely healthy stomach.

So – I’m beautiful inside, folks. ¬†ūüėČ

The end result – the doctors don’t have any concrete evidence of what caused the pain, but both my OB and the gastro-intestinal doc suspect that my gallbladder is aggravated by caffeine and that pregnancy is doing it’s number on it as well.

So – I’ve been told that I can no longer have my morning cup of coffee.

I shed a tear or two and then asked if I could have tea…at which point, the doctor said “Listen, if you’re thirsty, drink water.”


Other than that baby is doing well – Moving like crazy, growing like mad, and in breech position. ¬†I’m guessing that there’s more than enough time for him to turn around…let’s all just hope he does.

And with that – here’s a picture of my ever expanding belly.


I’m in the hospital

I thought it would be easiest to update everyone here rather than on facebook where things often get lost amidst postings of “like this to win”, game requests, and the latest drama with that one strange friend we all keep but arent really sure why.

Also, I’m posting this from my phone which likes to change random words to jibberish for no good reason (its latest thing is to change “not” to “jot”)
So please forgive any weird spelling you may see.

So I woke up this morning with a funky feeling belly…I wont go into details, but suffice it to say that the toilet came in handy. I thought that was the end of it. Made myself a cup of coffee and went on with my day.

I’d only had about 1/4 cup of my coffee when my tummy started aching again. Not labour pains…something much deeper than that. I shifted positions, I got up and walked around for a bit, I debated eating breakfast…but decided not to in case I threw up. It was a weird sort of pain that had me guessing if things were going to ferociously empty up or down.

After about an hour, I gave up and tried going back to bed. Couldnt sleep though – the pain was too intense.

I got back up and thought the pain was due to lack of food (I’d last eaten at dinner the night before). Before I could even contemplate what to eat, the pain intensified and moved into my back. Again, I tried to patiently to wait it out thinking it was something that just needed to move through my guts.

Eventually I gave up. The pain was just too much. I had Mr D take me to the hospital.

Because im pregnant I was quickly admitted to be sure it wasnt labour (it wasn’t) and they did a fetal heart/contraction monitor to be sure. I wasnt allowed any pain meds…but was given some water which I tentatively sipped at.

They took blood work to check for liver issues – came back good. They poked and prodded and hummed and hawed. Finally, they suspected (as I had) that my gallbladder was acting up. I was no longer allowed food/drink. They gave me morphine for the pain (oh the sweet relief) and had me wait some more. OB comes in and checks things out – they want to avoid sutgery if possible…she gets opinion of the surgeon on call who wants me kept overnight for observation. Still not allowed food/water.

I’m to get an ultrasound first thing in the morning to check the gallbladder…if that shows nothing, I’m to have (I forget what they called it so I’ll just describe it) a camera shoved down my throat to peek around the inside of my stomach.

Surgery is a likeky possibility at this point. I’m told that I’m at a “good point” in pregnancy for this as I’m not too early to risk misscarriage/preterm labour, and not too far in where baby/uterus would be in the way.

So, thats where things stand right now. I’m very tired and going tobtry to get some sleep now if I can. Please keep me and Baby Delusional in your thoughts and prayers.

Peace & Love