<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414514236165848125</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:41:18.569-04:00</updated><category term='Haiti'/><category term='Canada Day'/><category term='earthquake'/><category term='adoption'/><title type='text'>Journey to bring Kyanne Berline Cormier Home!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sylvie and Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703886693652024477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31o38iPwy4s/TYAZatRrqVI/AAAAAAAAApU/pzD8o0uFjhU/s220/Winter%2B2011%2B090.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>255</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414514236165848125.post-657926847474624955</id><published>2012-02-15T22:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T22:35:34.227-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Permanent Residence Card was in the mail today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;We’re going to Jamaica, We’re going to Jamaica!!! Yahoo!!! I was some excited this morning when I saw a letter from CIC. Now we just need to wait for my cousin to confirm the dates they can come and we’ll be able to book our trip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Today we spent the morning at my moms. We went for a long walk at the camp. It honestly felt like late spring. It was 9 degrees in my car. We came home early to get ready for another play date. My high school friends came over this evening. Gisele brought her daughter that is the same age as Kyanne. I should not say high school friends because we’ve all been friends since kinder- garden. It’s so much fun to talk about the good old days. It feels like just last week we were having our sleep overs. So many good memories. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;It’s fun to have girls nights like that once in a while. I am looking forward for our next one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414514236165848125-657926847474624955?l=sylvic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/feeds/657926847474624955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414514236165848125&amp;postID=657926847474624955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/657926847474624955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/657926847474624955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/2012/02/permanent-residence-card-was-in-mail.html' title='Permanent Residence Card was in the mail today!'/><author><name>Sylvie and Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703886693652024477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31o38iPwy4s/TYAZatRrqVI/AAAAAAAAApU/pzD8o0uFjhU/s220/Winter%2B2011%2B090.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414514236165848125.post-4579987655410018090</id><published>2012-02-15T22:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T22:31:13.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First date!!! Happy Valentine's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Kyanne and I baked cookies for valentine. They were supposed to look like hearts but I think we failed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Once again, I realized that Kyanne is too young to be baking. Too much of a mess. I turned around for a second and she had 2 eggs in her hands. Luckily I was able to grab them before they landed on the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uX5BZdK-ojM/TzxoBLflOMI/AAAAAAAACZg/eg08f9amAF8/s1600/Kyanne+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uX5BZdK-ojM/TzxoBLflOMI/AAAAAAAACZg/eg08f9amAF8/s320/Kyanne+001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bY_5GMpJ_iM/TzxoPpNupUI/AAAAAAAACZo/v6chwLDmB7E/s1600/Kyanne+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bY_5GMpJ_iM/TzxoPpNupUI/AAAAAAAACZo/v6chwLDmB7E/s320/Kyanne+003.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ji-46ASAUN8/TzxovLGJA3I/AAAAAAAACZw/k5OYdQjGjjA/s1600/Kyanne+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ji-46ASAUN8/TzxovLGJA3I/AAAAAAAACZw/k5OYdQjGjjA/s320/Kyanne+009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4AZpgvvfdXw/TzxpkD2ze5I/AAAAAAAACZ4/iQ1XkmjP1Ps/s1600/Kyanne+013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4AZpgvvfdXw/TzxpkD2ze5I/AAAAAAAACZ4/iQ1XkmjP1Ps/s320/Kyanne+013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Last night for the first time, my husband and I went on a date for Valentine’s!!! We didn’t confirm till the last minute because I was sure I was going to back out. I realized that I had to do it sometime. I desperately wanted to have a nice site down meal that someone was actually going to serve me and not have food thrown at me or someone putting food in my mouth that I did not like. I asked Renée and Chris to come over to stay with Kyanne because I was not sure if Nicole was going to work overtime or not. All was going according to plan. We left in the morning to go on another play date with Liette and Théo at My Gym, Kyanne slept on the way back. I was very brave yesterday. I even left her with daddy for a couple of hours to go for a Reiki session. When I got back all relaxed and happy, daddy announce that Renée called and they were going to come and pick up Kyanne and bring her to Shediac for a drive to see Chris’s mom. Ouff! I felt like I got hit by a train. My heart was pounding and I felt like I had a potato stuck in my throat. I did not know what to say... I took my 2 weeks to finally decide to go out for a few hours and leave her home; but for her to leave to house without me. Not ready for that. I took a few deep breaths and came to my senesces and realize they were only going to Shediac, not even 15 minutes away and they were coming back. They were not brining her to Hong Kong for a month!!! I called Renée and told her it was ok, but I didn’t want them to come and pick her up before we were leaving. It was really strange, watching Renée leave with my baby bag and Kyanne waving bye to us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;On our way to the resto, I had shape pain in my abdominal and still had a nervous feeling. I need to get a grip I guess! I know she was fine. She absolutely adores her sister Renée and Chris. On our way there, I even checked in the McDonald’s parking lot... making sure they did not bring her there for supper. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;We had the best food ever! We were there for a good 3 hours. We laughed and laughed all night long. It was nice to be able to talk to each other without one of us running around trying to wipe her nose or stop her from eating dog food. After a few glasses of wine, the stomach pain went away. Mommy and daddy both texted Renée to see how they were doing. We could not get our minds off her all evening. We were always talking about her and showing pictures to everyone. Even if she was the hot topic of the evening, it still felt good to relax and enjoy each other’s company. For our valentine’s gift, we are treating each other to a massage on Friday. Can’t wait!!! &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414514236165848125-4579987655410018090?l=sylvic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/feeds/4579987655410018090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414514236165848125&amp;postID=4579987655410018090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/4579987655410018090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/4579987655410018090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/2012/02/first-date-happy-valentines.html' title='First date!!! Happy Valentine&apos;s'/><author><name>Sylvie and Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703886693652024477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31o38iPwy4s/TYAZatRrqVI/AAAAAAAAApU/pzD8o0uFjhU/s220/Winter%2B2011%2B090.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uX5BZdK-ojM/TzxoBLflOMI/AAAAAAAACZg/eg08f9amAF8/s72-c/Kyanne+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414514236165848125.post-4147898944325515486</id><published>2012-02-13T22:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T22:44:30.088-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More playdates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Super great morning! Kyanne slept all night till 6 am in her bed. She only cried (not even cried just dreaming I think) twice during the night and she went back to sleep. I brought her in our bed at 6 and she slept hugging me. When she does that, I can’t sleep because it feels so good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt; When she woke up just before 8am, she had the most amazing smile and gave us a great big kiss on the mouth. So precious!!!! I wish every morning were like that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;What does it mean when you put your child in pyjamas that don’t fit... does it mean you don’t have any bigger size or you just don’t want to admit she’s growing??? My husband said he was going to go shopping if I don’t put her in bigger size pyjamas. The bottom part is almost at her knees. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I want to enjoy her being little for as long as I can; &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;And yes I have lots of 24 months size pyjamas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I’ve seen it all! I come downstairs from changing Kyanne and what do I see!!! Victor watching the Mommy Show hahaha! I started laughing out loud and Kyanne joined me. He said it was pretty interesting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Who will win the Tug a war with the giraffe??? ... George sort of stoll Kyanne’s giraffe this morning. When Kyanne realized what was going on, she wanted the giraffe back. George was holding on to it tightly with his paws and Kyanne was screaming and pulling real hard trying to win her stuffed animal back. Mommy had to come to the rescue and rescue the giraffe and gave them each a treat to calm down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xbMBUOPtYCw/TznBYhHfTWI/AAAAAAAACYI/2QoF261DHlE/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Winter+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xbMBUOPtYCw/TznBYhHfTWI/AAAAAAAACYI/2QoF261DHlE/s320/Kyanne%253B+Winter+012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Maika was taking Kyanne for a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aH6B9-epPpM/TznB9LfymGI/AAAAAAAACYQ/U4kA0vMy-Vk/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Winter+015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aH6B9-epPpM/TznB9LfymGI/AAAAAAAACYQ/U4kA0vMy-Vk/s320/Kyanne%253B+Winter+015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Watching famous&amp;nbsp; Cornemuse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fWuIBZ-DguY/Tzm_OzPImzI/AAAAAAAACXw/56yhjaF7A3Y/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Winter+040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fWuIBZ-DguY/Tzm_OzPImzI/AAAAAAAACXw/56yhjaF7A3Y/s320/Kyanne%253B+Winter+040.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Where are we going now mommy???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vJ2htBGdTb4/Tzm_uJ50PnI/AAAAAAAACX4/wN9vfq0u0Lw/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Winter+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vJ2htBGdTb4/Tzm_uJ50PnI/AAAAAAAACX4/wN9vfq0u0Lw/s320/Kyanne%253B+Winter+006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NgE51yzOQxU/TznEMCELYvI/AAAAAAAACYo/x5dKOT0LBGk/s1600/Kyanne;+Winter+033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NgE51yzOQxU/TznEMCELYvI/AAAAAAAACYo/x5dKOT0LBGk/s320/Kyanne;+Winter+033.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Confirming last details with Théo for their playdate LOL!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2_ep-ZiRaqE/TznEfM7qKwI/AAAAAAAACYw/EXyPXxC42fk/s1600/Kyanne;+Winter+036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2_ep-ZiRaqE/TznEfM7qKwI/AAAAAAAACYw/EXyPXxC42fk/s320/Kyanne;+Winter+036.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sam and George taking over Kyanne's stuffed toys.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BzfasOD0fG4/TznE3RexnpI/AAAAAAAACY4/d0nItLX9Wvs/s1600/Kyanne;+Winter+038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BzfasOD0fG4/TznE3RexnpI/AAAAAAAACY4/d0nItLX9Wvs/s320/Kyanne;+Winter+038.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Famous Sponge! She's starting to like Kyanne more and more. She comes out of her hiding place more often now. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I think she’s enjoying the treats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;  ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5YT0WDP2Ygk/TznFzBWp4pI/AAAAAAAACZA/hII2ARr56kQ/s1600/Kyanne;+Winter+041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5YT0WDP2Ygk/TznFzBWp4pI/AAAAAAAACZA/hII2ARr56kQ/s320/Kyanne;+Winter+041.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Playdate at the mall with Liette and Théo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UmN5f00PSDo/TznGFF3rY8I/AAAAAAAACZI/2KCCvm4uGB8/s1600/Kyanne;+Winter+045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UmN5f00PSDo/TznGFF3rY8I/AAAAAAAACZI/2KCCvm4uGB8/s320/Kyanne;+Winter+045.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Today Liette and I went to the mall so our little ones could burn some energy. Too cold to do anything else. No chance in hell, I will be able to shop while Kyanne is not in her stroller. She was running around in the stores throwing sweaters all over the place. When Théo had enough, he did not mind sitting down in his stroller to relax. To the contrary, my sweet Kyanne decided she would just scream and run around tired. She just doesn’t stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I don’t think I would have won mother of the year today.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;As it was so cold today, I rushed to get her stroller out of the car and ran in the mall. Needless to say, when we were in the line-up at lunch hour to order our subs... I took my hands off the stroller and the stroller fell on the floor while Kyanne was in it. I had my baby bag on the handles. Because I had not put it together correctly outside, it could not take the weight of the bag and flipped on the ground. I thought I was going to die. Kyanne was fine. She did not hurt herself. It was a smooth landing. While we were ordering lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-37WISsGN8mQ/TznGVVtj1wI/AAAAAAAACZQ/OwqFN8Q4yeU/s1600/Kyanne;+Winter+054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-37WISsGN8mQ/TznGVVtj1wI/AAAAAAAACZQ/OwqFN8Q4yeU/s320/Kyanne;+Winter+054.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414514236165848125-4147898944325515486?l=sylvic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/feeds/4147898944325515486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414514236165848125&amp;postID=4147898944325515486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/4147898944325515486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/4147898944325515486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/2012/02/more-playdates.html' title='More playdates'/><author><name>Sylvie and Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703886693652024477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31o38iPwy4s/TYAZatRrqVI/AAAAAAAAApU/pzD8o0uFjhU/s220/Winter%2B2011%2B090.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xbMBUOPtYCw/TznBYhHfTWI/AAAAAAAACYI/2QoF261DHlE/s72-c/Kyanne%253B+Winter+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414514236165848125.post-3173153697883394696</id><published>2012-02-13T15:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T15:09:39.299-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You all wonder why I have the winter blues???</title><content type='html'>This is my front yard... &lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I got home and they ice is piling up in front of our house. I see a huge piece of ice and all of a sudden it’s gone... I feel like we are living in North Pole! I’ve never been there but when I watch Santa movies during Christmas, that’s what it looks like. I need to go where its warm and I can put my toes in the sand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jYYI6UI_2Y4/Tzlf0c07NuI/AAAAAAAACXg/sRNQovR9dxQ/s1600/Kyanne;+Winter+066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jYYI6UI_2Y4/Tzlf0c07NuI/AAAAAAAACXg/sRNQovR9dxQ/s320/Kyanne;+Winter+066.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414514236165848125-3173153697883394696?l=sylvic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/feeds/3173153697883394696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414514236165848125&amp;postID=3173153697883394696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/3173153697883394696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/3173153697883394696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/2012/02/you-all-wonder-why-i-have-winter-blues.html' title='You all wonder why I have the winter blues???'/><author><name>Sylvie and Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703886693652024477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31o38iPwy4s/TYAZatRrqVI/AAAAAAAAApU/pzD8o0uFjhU/s220/Winter%2B2011%2B090.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jYYI6UI_2Y4/Tzlf0c07NuI/AAAAAAAACXg/sRNQovR9dxQ/s72-c/Kyanne;+Winter+066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414514236165848125.post-7820939937364960400</id><published>2012-02-12T21:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T21:28:28.729-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Storm weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I had my first moment Friday night… I gave Kyanne her bath right after her supper because our friends were coming over for a late supper and a few drinks. We used to do our Friday nights rituals almost every week and since we got Kyanne, it’s the first time they come over for supper. I think I was too excited and forgot to put her dipper on LOL! Luckily Nicole was playing with her and realized before she had an accident. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;This week, we drove to Saint-John my other naturopath that does muscle testing. I had an appointment for all of us. I wasn’t sure how Kyanne was going to take it but it was ok. He could do the testing while she was in my arms using my arm. I am at ease now that she went and he assured me that she does not have any parasite, viruses... She’s a perfect healthy baby girl. It was almost a 2 hr drive and Kyanne did great. Her DVD player broke when we were still home. I wasn’t sure how we were going to managed but we sang and played peek-a-boo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Other than that it was a pretty quite week. We had a play date with her cousin Maika and went to see grand-ma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Last night we had a storm night. We stayed home and watched a movie. Kyanne went to bed early but the wind did not help us at all. I think I saw every hour. Unlike every night, when I brought her in our bed to sleep, she wanted to play. After an hour, I brought her back in her room and we slept on the single mattress on the floor. I got an hour of rest at least. When daddy got up, he brought her downstairs and I stayed in bed until she came to wake me up saying “ Hello”!!! How could I stay in bed with my little girl calling for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;It felt so great today when I saw that Kyanne was getting sleepy before lunch and I was able to get her to fall asleep for a nap. I tried to lay down beside her for a while trying to nap as well but I am too hipper. I just can’t sleep during the day. All I do is think of what I need to do... might as well just get up and do it LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;We showed Kyanne her photo album of GLA and she was all amazed. Her eyes were just so focused on the pictures. I kind of had the feeling that she remembered... I think I am going to get a large digital screen and put all the pictures of Haiti on it so she can look at them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Oh and thank you for the comments for CIC blog. I called and I do need a visa for Kyanne if we would go to Disney in the US. I called the Jamaican Consulate in Ottawa and she doesn’t need one to go Yahooo!!! We’re going to Jamaica!!! ... I think... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt; I think I have my husband convinced at 75% now heheh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414514236165848125-7820939937364960400?l=sylvic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/feeds/7820939937364960400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414514236165848125&amp;postID=7820939937364960400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/7820939937364960400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/7820939937364960400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/2012/02/storm-weekend.html' title='Storm weekend'/><author><name>Sylvie and Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703886693652024477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31o38iPwy4s/TYAZatRrqVI/AAAAAAAAApU/pzD8o0uFjhU/s220/Winter%2B2011%2B090.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414514236165848125.post-1996839909817447743</id><published>2012-02-06T23:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T23:49:33.678-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonding Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Yes I can say it out loud with confidence that my baby girl mastered the “bonding with mommy” phase. This morning, we went on our playdate with Théo and Liette at My Gym. We were able to see a difference from last week. They seemed more at ease trying out new activities. It’s so cute to see their faces when they see each other. They will make their ways to touch each other and usually, Kyanne will lean forward and give Théo a kiss. So cute!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;We had a nice lunch at Liette. On my way home, I was thinking of our coffee breaks at work before we had our little bundles of joy! At the end we were just staring at each other not saying a word. We were desperately waiting for Kyanne and Théo to come home. Now... we can’t even have a decent conversation without being interrupted. Liette said she was going to start marking down what she wants to talk about because every time we see each other, we forget what we wanted to tell each other LOL! Our lives have changed so much but we are so enjoying it! I would not trade it for a million dollars. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;While Liette and I were trying to eat our lunch after we had fed them, Kyanne came to me and wanted to be in my arms. As soon as I put her in my arms, she made herself comfortable as if she wanted to sleep. That was really strange. She is usually not like that. She’s like her mama! She will keep on going until she hits rock bottom. I put her down to play and she wanted to be in my arms. We finished our playdate short so I could bring her home to go to bed. She fell asleep right away in the car. For the first time... I was able to take her out of the car and get her to continue her sleep in our bed. I was in the middle of my yoga downstairs and I hear her cry. I ran upstairs and she had her arms up ready for me to take her. I tried to lie down beside her like usual but this time she wanted mommy. Mommy decided to get all comfy and fulfil her need. She slept on my chest for a good hour holding me tight. I did not move. I watched her sleep and felt so happy that I could comfort her. I don’t think she was sick or anything. I think she just needed her mommy. For me, this was the best feeling ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Kyanne did the cutest thing this evening. Her daddy was still working on my pantry, lying down with some kind of tool. Don’t ask me why he was on the floor but he was...Kyanne laid down beside him and leaned over to give him a great big kiss. It was so special. She had missed him so much all day and wanted to show him how much she loved him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Doggy update: well they are not getting any thinner. Since Kyanne is home, they are getting lots of left over’s. Sam is getting a bit round now. I guess I’ll have to watch her and give her less food. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;They seem to have accepted that Kyanne is not a visitor. She is here to stay! I think sometimes, Sam wishes she would disappear. She has a new game now. She runs around with her little play stroller and try to run over Sam. Poor Sam is getting old and she doesn’t like intense games like that. George on the other hand loves the game. She will run around in the kitchen and get run over by the stroller. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KQVVs0TuDMA/TzCbPVcBClI/AAAAAAAACW4/HJUQO3w1aUo/s1600/Kyanne%253B+MyGym+039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KQVVs0TuDMA/TzCbPVcBClI/AAAAAAAACW4/HJUQO3w1aUo/s320/Kyanne%253B+MyGym+039.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_CdVGcg9YAk/TzCb2i1c_XI/AAAAAAAACXA/FEuq5yPsrUA/s1600/Kyanne;+MyGym+019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_CdVGcg9YAk/TzCb2i1c_XI/AAAAAAAACXA/FEuq5yPsrUA/s320/Kyanne;+MyGym+019.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-BNASCfN-4/TzCcBqrp5JI/AAAAAAAACXI/u5sNkkVXvSk/s1600/Kyanne;+MyGym+055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-BNASCfN-4/TzCcBqrp5JI/AAAAAAAACXI/u5sNkkVXvSk/s320/Kyanne;+MyGym+055.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MZiVE4KF7fI/TzCdjU6m-JI/AAAAAAAACXQ/_xPjQLev0yk/s1600/Kyanne;+MyGym+059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MZiVE4KF7fI/TzCdjU6m-JI/AAAAAAAACXQ/_xPjQLev0yk/s320/Kyanne;+MyGym+059.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mSok34hCV40/TzCeplGARdI/AAAAAAAACXY/rNPLv1VITDo/s1600/Kyanne;+MyGym+066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mSok34hCV40/TzCeplGARdI/AAAAAAAACXY/rNPLv1VITDo/s320/Kyanne;+MyGym+066.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414514236165848125-1996839909817447743?l=sylvic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/feeds/1996839909817447743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414514236165848125&amp;postID=1996839909817447743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/1996839909817447743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/1996839909817447743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/2012/02/bonding-time.html' title='Bonding Time'/><author><name>Sylvie and Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703886693652024477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31o38iPwy4s/TYAZatRrqVI/AAAAAAAAApU/pzD8o0uFjhU/s220/Winter%2B2011%2B090.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KQVVs0TuDMA/TzCbPVcBClI/AAAAAAAACW4/HJUQO3w1aUo/s72-c/Kyanne%253B+MyGym+039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414514236165848125.post-2575221512580124455</id><published>2012-02-05T22:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T22:09:18.159-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Blues…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Well I finally got my winter blues. I thought that I would skip a year because we just got Kyanne, but it hit me last week. I want to go down south!!! I always thought that we could not take Kyanne out of Canada before she becomes a Canadian Citizen but to my surprise, I called Citizenship and Immigration Canada and they said she can travel as soon as she gets her Permanent Residence Card!!! Youpiiiii. They said she can travel with the copy we received at the airport; however we would need to go to Canadian Embassy in the country we would be traveling to get authorization to bring her home. Too complicated for me. I called Citizenship and Immigration Canada 3 times to find out when she would get her card and all they can tell is that it’s not done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;My plan was that we were going to Disney, and then realized she was too young and there’s no beach. I really want to go out west to see my brother in Edmonton and my cousin in Victoria BC but the same. I think it’s too much for her right now. If we go there, I want to travel and see stuff. I think my itinerary would be too overwhelming for her and my husband LOL! I sort of got realistic the other day and realized that with a 20 month old child... I won’t be able to stay on top of my daily schedule and run everywhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Reality right now would be to go to Fort Lauderdale in Florida or Jamaica!!! Victor is still saying we are not going anywhere this year but I am saying we are... Hopefully I will win! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;To get things more interesting, we went out for our Niece, Melanie Morgan. Our town was having a ceremony for her this afternoon to honour her in her achievements in her signing career. Kyanne was running in front of the stage dancing while she was signing with her band. Guess who was sitting in the front row? Hon. Dominic LeBlanc, Member of Parliament for Beauséjour! He was watching her run around and realized she was our daughter. He came to talk to me after the show to congratulate us. He remembered I had gone to see him after the earthquake to see if he could help us out in any way for our adoption. While we were doing small talk, I decided to pull a Sylvie LOL! I told him I wanted to travel this winter with her since I am on leave, but Citizenship and Immigration Canada seem to be slow to send her PRC. He asked when we were traveling and then said he had a number he could call to get things moving... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Well guess what I did when I got home? I sent him the information he needed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt; We’ll see if he can do some magic and get her card so we can travel!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414514236165848125-2575221512580124455?l=sylvic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/feeds/2575221512580124455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414514236165848125&amp;postID=2575221512580124455' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/2575221512580124455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/2575221512580124455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/2012/02/winter-blues.html' title='Winter Blues…'/><author><name>Sylvie and Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703886693652024477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31o38iPwy4s/TYAZatRrqVI/AAAAAAAAApU/pzD8o0uFjhU/s220/Winter%2B2011%2B090.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414514236165848125.post-5179078836285542650</id><published>2012-02-05T20:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T22:33:43.445-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nap time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Wednesday, we had our first official storm. We were home bound so no drive for nap time... what was mommy going to do??? Well it was hell! From 12:30 to 3 ish, I tried to get her to sleep and I failed. I failed miserably. I had NO patience left at all. Liette has a routine now and Théo is actually napping. Hurray for mommy!!! I wanted to do the same but I just can’t do it!!! It’s really frustrating. I usually get what I want but with my little Kyanne, She’s as stubborn as me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CMDHxyk-yFE/Ty8XPOlbF9I/AAAAAAAACSc/me6HREwZ6w4/s1600/Kyanne+024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CMDHxyk-yFE/Ty8XPOlbF9I/AAAAAAAACSc/me6HREwZ6w4/s320/Kyanne+024.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Kyanne watching her favorite DVD... Cornemuse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OjK1UOVM4FE/Ty8XarCaw2I/AAAAAAAACSk/465FQ0vxLaI/s1600/Kyanne+013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OjK1UOVM4FE/Ty8XarCaw2I/AAAAAAAACSk/465FQ0vxLaI/s320/Kyanne+013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yoga sessing about to begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I did it! Friday, I managed to get Kyanne to fall asleep in our bed for a nap without pulling my hair out! I was massaging her forehead and nose and she fell asleep in a few minutes. I was so proud of myself. I made sure there were enough pillows around her so she could not fall and tiptoed downstairs to relax. She slept for a good hour and a half. All of a sudden I heard little footsteps upstairs. I ran to the staircase and there she was at the gate with a big smile. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N-3xy_Nzaug/Ty8XtyaUUfI/AAAAAAAACSs/xTE1SgHwoMM/s1600/Kyanne+027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N-3xy_Nzaug/Ty8XtyaUUfI/AAAAAAAACSs/xTE1SgHwoMM/s320/Kyanne+027.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Outside playing after the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-es4fseGxsaE/Ty8X4-fZEtI/AAAAAAAACS0/6G3E9xf4wPo/s1600/Kyanne+026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-es4fseGxsaE/Ty8X4-fZEtI/AAAAAAAACS0/6G3E9xf4wPo/s320/Kyanne+026.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kyanne was hungry when we got home from grocery shopping and decided to eat my baguette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Saturday we spend the day at the camp. It was so nice walking in the trail with the beautiful snow in the trees. I think I over did it with the dogs, when we went to my mom for supper, Sam went straight to the couch and did not move. Poor girl is getting old. They had so much fun running in the powered snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bFAUz6zNDoE/Ty8Yi3gHwHI/AAAAAAAACTE/s4n8bMgRX_o/s1600/Kyanne+035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bFAUz6zNDoE/Ty8Yi3gHwHI/AAAAAAAACTE/s4n8bMgRX_o/s320/Kyanne+035.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;With daddy at the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KuWcl9072m8/Ty8YtKngoeI/AAAAAAAACTM/8pW0PCYQgKc/s1600/Kyanne+037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KuWcl9072m8/Ty8YtKngoeI/AAAAAAAACTM/8pW0PCYQgKc/s320/Kyanne+037.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Testing out my new helmet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LzOcXh61A7M/Ty8Y8O7xX5I/AAAAAAAACTU/TOkDTJC34Ek/s1600/Kyanne+041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LzOcXh61A7M/Ty8Y8O7xX5I/AAAAAAAACTU/TOkDTJC34Ek/s320/Kyanne+041.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Not really enjoying my sliding experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zq75wT-GKMI/Ty8ZG3mwm1I/AAAAAAAACTc/TQedDNq4x0U/s1600/Kyanne+049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zq75wT-GKMI/Ty8ZG3mwm1I/AAAAAAAACTc/TQedDNq4x0U/s320/Kyanne+049.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Today was a day to try out new things. We brough Kyanne at a hill nearby to slide. She did not like the idea at all. We tried a few runs but all she kept on saying was NO NO NO! We finally took the hint and brought her home. Her little cousins were having fun, but I guess Kyanne is just not ready. This evening, we went skating. I think she enjoyed it. She liked it when daddy and Chris were pushing her. Poor girl must be asking herself what are all these new activities they are making me do in this cold! Oh and let’s not forget that I was able to get her to nap this afternoon without going for a drive. Hurray for mommy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BQQqP7NhekA/Ty8cXLbcIZI/AAAAAAAACT0/Xffknb2xNdY/s1600/Kyanne+054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BQQqP7NhekA/Ty8cXLbcIZI/AAAAAAAACT0/Xffknb2xNdY/s320/Kyanne+054.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5E3XLWMKXl0/Ty8csIcjafI/AAAAAAAACT8/NI6ddFQ-ZAs/s1600/Kyanne+058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5E3XLWMKXl0/Ty8csIcjafI/AAAAAAAACT8/NI6ddFQ-ZAs/s320/Kyanne+058.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8TAuu16udds/Ty8c64nBtbI/AAAAAAAACUE/ikdYevn4c8Q/s1600/Kyanne+059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8TAuu16udds/Ty8c64nBtbI/AAAAAAAACUE/ikdYevn4c8Q/s320/Kyanne+059.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;This weekend, Kyanne was waking up with the most beautiful smile lying down between us. She comes on my side to cuddle and gives me a kiss, touches my cheeks and then goes to see daddy, climbs on top of him and gives him a big hug. She is just too loveable! I can’t stop thinking about the first few weeks when she came home, all new to her and now she’s one of us! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;For the second time now, Kyanne brought my slippers over to me in my bed. She can’t talk all that much but she sure gets her point across and gets what she wants. Mommy got up and we went to get her banana as soon as we walked in the kitchen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414514236165848125-5179078836285542650?l=sylvic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/feeds/5179078836285542650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414514236165848125&amp;postID=5179078836285542650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/5179078836285542650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/5179078836285542650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/2012/02/nap-time.html' title='Nap time'/><author><name>Sylvie and Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703886693652024477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31o38iPwy4s/TYAZatRrqVI/AAAAAAAAApU/pzD8o0uFjhU/s220/Winter%2B2011%2B090.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CMDHxyk-yFE/Ty8XPOlbF9I/AAAAAAAACSc/me6HREwZ6w4/s72-c/Kyanne+024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414514236165848125.post-9086402882873303324</id><published>2012-01-30T22:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T22:53:37.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A bit of everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pngjXZ21Jsw/Tyc756rfDlI/AAAAAAAACQ0/2jIXXc1fUH0/s1600/Kyanne+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pngjXZ21Jsw/Tyc756rfDlI/AAAAAAAACQ0/2jIXXc1fUH0/s320/Kyanne+011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Movie night last week. Can you see them all with the IPHONEs and IPAD? What is this world coming to. I guess it’s your normal family night these days. You watch a movie and check FB… What a life LOL! That’s what I like about going to the camp. I try to keep away from technology as much as I can. I will sometime upload a picture or 2 of Kyanne while I am there but other than that, I just want to be with nature!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wgjA90eunQ4/Tyc8GEQ_GjI/AAAAAAAACQ8/CkUsxlYjnhU/s1600/Kyanne+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wgjA90eunQ4/Tyc8GEQ_GjI/AAAAAAAACQ8/CkUsxlYjnhU/s320/Kyanne+003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;My sweetie being herself! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_QZeQIbtbcc/Tyc8pexpniI/AAAAAAAACRE/m7sUnMMCW-U/s1600/Kyanne+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_QZeQIbtbcc/Tyc8pexpniI/AAAAAAAACRE/m7sUnMMCW-U/s320/Kyanne+006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Daddy found a little helper. It was so cute to watch her. She stood by his side and was carefully watching everything he was doing. When he was stepping out to go cut some pieces in the garage, she would take a few nails and try to assemble something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWiC43v9gUU/Tyc82XLAZwI/AAAAAAAACRM/oG-8acUXtnE/s1600/Kyanne+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWiC43v9gUU/Tyc82XLAZwI/AAAAAAAACRM/oG-8acUXtnE/s320/Kyanne+008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qSX5K9iWe4Q/Tyc9DnpZf6I/AAAAAAAACRU/DruveL9v4S0/s1600/Kyanne+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qSX5K9iWe4Q/Tyc9DnpZf6I/AAAAAAAACRU/DruveL9v4S0/s320/Kyanne+010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UbEyeNVeSiU/Tyc9UK8PW4I/AAAAAAAACRc/glo1VyC2Mxw/s1600/Kyanne+020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UbEyeNVeSiU/Tyc9UK8PW4I/AAAAAAAACRc/glo1VyC2Mxw/s320/Kyanne+020.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Saturday, I escaped reality and went to the camp with Kyanne, Sam and George. Daddy was trying to do some work in the house and I wanted piece and quite. We packed up and left for a few hours. What a wonderful time we had. I find that at home, we are always distracted by someone or something. At the camp, there is just stillness!!! We went for a nice walk in the trail. What a workout I had with the stroller. We came back to a nice fire and relaxed. Kyanne was really cuddly. We bundled up in a blanket and slept for awhile. I felt a real connection with her today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Oprah travel to Haiti with Sean Penn – I watched that last night and I cried and cried. I think this is the first time that I watch Haiti on TV since I got Kyanne home. I can’t explain my true feelings... I felt so sad seeing all those children still living in the tents and at the same time so gratefully that I had my baby girl home. I cannot imagine seeing my daughter living in these conditions, but yet at the same time, there are so many living in those conditions. Once I was done crying, I went to sit in Kyanne’s room for awhile and watched her sleep in her bed. I am blessed to have her. I know we all think that she is so lucky to have come to a loving family that will be able to provide for her, but it’s the opposite. She is the one that has brought so much in our lives. Haiti has changed my life in so many ways. I will be teaching Kyanne about her birth place and will travel with her when the time is right. We will always have a connection with Haiti. Starting next summer, we will be helping her siblings to go to school so they can have a better future. I find that it’s important to keep a connection with Kyanne’s birth family. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I know that one day; she will thank me to have kept a connection. She will know that she was loved dearly by her birth mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q_slOsLO4NQ/Tyc-wWooRNI/AAAAAAAACR0/ECoTpkvBmHY/s1600/Kyanne+037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q_slOsLO4NQ/Tyc-wWooRNI/AAAAAAAACR0/ECoTpkvBmHY/s320/Kyanne+037.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EjfzRq7w38c/Tyc_DtorunI/AAAAAAAACR8/g3JLzg6A4QY/s1600/Kyanne+051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EjfzRq7w38c/Tyc_DtorunI/AAAAAAAACR8/g3JLzg6A4QY/s320/Kyanne+051.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bflaxSTzGbE/Tyc_T9sy4CI/AAAAAAAACSE/Bh5QsKl6xrk/s1600/Kyanne+054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bflaxSTzGbE/Tyc_T9sy4CI/AAAAAAAACSE/Bh5QsKl6xrk/s320/Kyanne+054.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A1IInS5MrZM/Tyc_iZJV3xI/AAAAAAAACSM/reyotZtRh44/s1600/Kyanne+074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A1IInS5MrZM/Tyc_iZJV3xI/AAAAAAAACSM/reyotZtRh44/s320/Kyanne+074.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ngDUWxggQ_I/Tyc_velkBMI/AAAAAAAACSU/ntS14Wjbjik/s1600/Kyanne+076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ngDUWxggQ_I/Tyc_velkBMI/AAAAAAAACSU/ntS14Wjbjik/s320/Kyanne+076.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;à&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Play date with Théo and Liette today was fun. It was a bit early to get going but it was worth it. We went to My Gym for 10:15 am. I snuck out of bed before she woke up so I could get a few things done before she woke up. She finally woke up at 8 am and I think she woke up on the wrong side of the bed… she was not pleasant at all. I was afraid we would have to cancel our date. She did not even want to eat breakfast. After awhile, I stopped pressuring her on getting things done and then it was ok. I guess I have to start going with the flow… it’s really hard for me to relax! I always have to get ready for something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Kyanne was a bit shy when we first got there. When Théo arrived, she started being herself. Kyanne and Théo had a hard time following the class. When we were in the red circle, Kyanne was crying and wanted to go play in the balls… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt; Oh well, it was there first time. We signed up for a month so we’ll see them get better at following the rest of the class hahah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PeKa_Bk42XE/Tyc9zigBXUI/AAAAAAAACRk/j6E3PeYTdbs/s1600/Kyanne+025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PeKa_Bk42XE/Tyc9zigBXUI/AAAAAAAACRk/j6E3PeYTdbs/s320/Kyanne+025.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;After our playdate, Kyanne had an appointment to get her ears pierced. She did extreamly well! She did not move at all. She cried for a few seconds after it was all done but it did not last. When we got home, I looked at her and the left side was not centered at all. I was not impressed! I called the jewlery store and they told me to remove the earring right away and to come back Thursday. So much to get both ears done at the same time… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;This evening, we were looking at her one earring in the mirror and she was touching my earrings. She was all happy and seemed to like her 1 earring LOL! She touched her other hear and made an outch sound with her mouth. I laughed so hard! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414514236165848125-9086402882873303324?l=sylvic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/feeds/9086402882873303324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414514236165848125&amp;postID=9086402882873303324' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/9086402882873303324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/9086402882873303324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/2012/01/bit-of-everything.html' title='A bit of everything'/><author><name>Sylvie and Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703886693652024477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31o38iPwy4s/TYAZatRrqVI/AAAAAAAAApU/pzD8o0uFjhU/s220/Winter%2B2011%2B090.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pngjXZ21Jsw/Tyc756rfDlI/AAAAAAAACQ0/2jIXXc1fUH0/s72-c/Kyanne+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414514236165848125.post-2946301537079275237</id><published>2012-01-26T20:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T20:49:31.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood work / Movie night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Tonight is movie night with my girls… except Kyanne. She just went to bed. Nicole, Renée, Amanda and I are going to sit down, eat popcorn and watch a movie. Family time!!! I don’t think daddy will stay awake for the movie. He usually falls asleep the first 15 minutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Every day, I keep telling myself, how lucky I am to have found such a great community of adoptive moms all over Canada, US... The tips and tricks they suggested have helped me a great deal. I could of not done it without them. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Bringing Kyanne in our bed was the best decision we’ve made. I know she does not sleep the whole night but at least she now wakes up with us. When she’s with her sisters and I disappear in another room, I hear ‘Mama!!!’ My heart just melts when I hear her say that. She is looking for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt; When she finds me, she gives me the greatest smile a mother could possibly receive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;So today was blood work for Kyanne. We went to the hospital. I thought I was going to run out the door with her and say screw the test! She was screaming so loud. Poor girl was terrified. She was screaming before the needle so it was not pain, she was scared. As soon as they were done, we got out of the chair and she stopped crying right away. She hugged me and did not let go. No more pain for a long time now. We are going to keep away from the doctors and hospitals. I am stocked up with herbal medicine in case she gets sick this winter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414514236165848125-2946301537079275237?l=sylvic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/feeds/2946301537079275237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414514236165848125&amp;postID=2946301537079275237' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/2946301537079275237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/2946301537079275237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/2012/01/blood-work-movie-night.html' title='Blood work / Movie night!'/><author><name>Sylvie and Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703886693652024477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31o38iPwy4s/TYAZatRrqVI/AAAAAAAAApU/pzD8o0uFjhU/s220/Winter%2B2011%2B090.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414514236165848125.post-7986074323487487903</id><published>2012-01-25T22:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T22:56:00.921-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Against  my belief... Kyanne got vaccinated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Kyanne went for her booster vaccines yesterday. She had 3 needles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt; Poor girls cried at each, but was able to feel the comfort and protection on me and stopped crying a few seconds. She even stayed all cuddled up on me after when the nurse was talking to me. She was all relaxed. I really felt the bond at that moment. She knows that mommy can make her feel better and will be with her no matter what. Being all holistic, I really had a hard time making the decision to bring her in for her vaccines. I have read so many studies and articles about side effects that I could not see myself brining her to the Dr. Office for that. I had a chat with my cousin who also has the same believes as me... and we came to the conclusion that she already had the first dosses and some of them 2 dosses of the vaccines. So basically all there was left to give her was the last boosters. So mommy went along and gave it to her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414514236165848125-7986074323487487903?l=sylvic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/feeds/7986074323487487903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414514236165848125&amp;postID=7986074323487487903' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/7986074323487487903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/7986074323487487903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/2012/01/against-my-belief-kyanne-got-vaccinated.html' title='Against  my belief... Kyanne got vaccinated.'/><author><name>Sylvie and Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703886693652024477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31o38iPwy4s/TYAZatRrqVI/AAAAAAAAApU/pzD8o0uFjhU/s220/Winter%2B2011%2B090.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414514236165848125.post-8303100547919693908</id><published>2012-01-25T22:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T09:40:28.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Birthday / Playdate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AF-3UpWdMq4/TyCuqHzWQMI/AAAAAAAACNk/0mixzFUDxWw/s1600/Kyanne+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AF-3UpWdMq4/TyCuqHzWQMI/AAAAAAAACNk/0mixzFUDxWw/s320/Kyanne+003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy had a nice Birthday supper with the whole family. Mommy was a bit tired as you can see in the picture. I was not myself at all but I guess I put on an act and went along with it. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I have a hard time taking in comments or suggestions when it comes to food and sleep/nap time with my adorable Kyanne frmo non adoptive parents. Mama bears comes out and she's a vicious bear. She is sweet and always wants to please everyone but sometimes the claws could be used. I don't know if it's when it's my time of the month or I just feel crappy, but I got a get a grip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;"&gt;Now let the nice come out... I have the most wonderful family ever. I look at our picture and I am truly blessed to have such amazing people in my life. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ccz7mkV8hqs/TyCu3U0k7wI/AAAAAAAACNs/_cP_VoLVA70/s1600/Kyanne+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ccz7mkV8hqs/TyCu3U0k7wI/AAAAAAAACNs/_cP_VoLVA70/s320/Kyanne+010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Anabelle and Brittany came to play with Kyanne. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dXkBeIpwEmM/TyCvCrKAkLI/AAAAAAAACN0/fFFMhV9cuGU/s1600/Kyanne+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dXkBeIpwEmM/TyCvCrKAkLI/AAAAAAAACN0/fFFMhV9cuGU/s320/Kyanne+012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Our fun playdate of the week with Liette and Théo. We went for a stroll on the walking trail behind our work in town. By the time we got there, the wind had picked up and it was a bit chilly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HXUBb-DGa6s/TyC03DGMS_I/AAAAAAAACN8/S8VPaZLB0O8/s1600/Kyanne+016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HXUBb-DGa6s/TyC03DGMS_I/AAAAAAAACN8/S8VPaZLB0O8/s320/Kyanne+016.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We then went to coffee shop for a nice warm cup of coffee and some banana bread. I think Théo really likes it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UX4fAwBHaFk/TyC1B5lb92I/AAAAAAAACOE/NGxNDLgcLZo/s1600/Kyanne+030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UX4fAwBHaFk/TyC1B5lb92I/AAAAAAAACOE/NGxNDLgcLZo/s320/Kyanne+030.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kyanne and Théo chilling after a nice walk. It's so much fun that they are getting along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qOssUrjuqv0/TyC4yZLU2KI/AAAAAAAACOM/l3OOqUrZkN0/s1600/Kyanne+032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qOssUrjuqv0/TyC4yZLU2KI/AAAAAAAACOM/l3OOqUrZkN0/s320/Kyanne+032.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Oh oh!!!! I think Kyanne is pretty much at ease with her little friend Théo... and Théo seems to be taking good care of his little friend LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;The past few days, Kyanne sleeping patterns have been really good. She even did a full night last night. I was so happy. She woke up at 8:30. Mommy was so rested today. Amazing how our mood can change when we are fully charged! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Kyanne is learning so much. She really understands when I am talking to her. When I say it’s time to brush our teeth, she runs to the bathroom and knows to take out her toothbrush. Even at my moms the other day, I said “Is it time to leave now and go see daddy?” She nodded her head yes, went in the kitchen to grab her bag and she walked to the door. I could not believe it. We just all looked at each other and did not know what to say. It might be normal for a 19 month old child to know these things, but she’s my first and I just find it amazing that she’s only been home with us for 2 months and she already knows the routine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I went to change Kyanne before we left today for our playdate and when we were done, she walked in my bedroom, walked over to the bed and put her hand on our pillow and smiled. I honestly think she would of probably had a nap. It was killing me that we were leaving. I would of loved it to try and see if she would of actually slept. Oh well, we’ll see tomorrow as we’re probably going to have a stay home day. Daddy said he was going to work on some renovations... so maybe we’ll leave. Daddy decided to bust 2 holes in the living room to fix a light in the bathroom. I honestly thought the holes were going to stay there for a few years but to my surprise he said he was going to work on it tomorrow. Let’s just see how long it will be before the patches gets painted LOL! He said he was going to build my pantry as well this winter. We’ll see... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Having daddy home in the morning with us is helping so much with the bonding. For example, if we meet him somewhere on the road and he stops to say hi for a few minutes, she used to cry after he leaves. Now, she will wave bye and give him a kiss. I guess she knows she will see him again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414514236165848125-8303100547919693908?l=sylvic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/feeds/8303100547919693908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414514236165848125&amp;postID=8303100547919693908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/8303100547919693908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/8303100547919693908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/2012/01/daddys-birthday-playdate.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Birthday / Playdate'/><author><name>Sylvie and Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703886693652024477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31o38iPwy4s/TYAZatRrqVI/AAAAAAAAApU/pzD8o0uFjhU/s220/Winter%2B2011%2B090.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AF-3UpWdMq4/TyCuqHzWQMI/AAAAAAAACNk/0mixzFUDxWw/s72-c/Kyanne+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414514236165848125.post-1625912305693320822</id><published>2012-01-22T21:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T21:23:10.464-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No sick day when you’re a mommy I guess!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Kyanne and I finally caught up to daddy and caught his bug. We had a runny nose all weekend. I used to tough it out and not take any meds, but with a 19 month old toddler running around, mommy took some meds to clear up my head. I would have not been able to function without them. I hate taking meds but I had no&amp;nbsp;choice. I can't stay in bed cause she will run to my room and scream ' maman' ... How coul'd I possibly ignore her... :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Today was daddy’s birthday. His 2 other girls were in Halifax for a ringette tournament so we are going to celebrate tomorrow instead. I felt real bad this morning. He’s the one that got up with Kyanne and made us breakfast. I was not even able to spoil him... I guess I spoil him all the time so he treated me good on his birthday hahah! This afternoon I did not feel like doing anything so we just went for a long drive to get a coffee so she could sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Oh! I forgot to mention about Friday evening. My little girl started crying at 11pm and would not get back to sleep. I guess she was starting to feel sick and she could not breathe and have her thumb in her mouth. I brought her in our bed and she was still crying. She would sit down and watch us sleep. Mommy and daddy did not sleep too much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Other than that we stayed indoors this weekend since we were sick. We still did a bit of dancing but mostly relaxed. I hope we all get our strength for this new week coming up and we can go outdoors and do some activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;  ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qPQF2yS7o3Y/TxysejSl1UI/AAAAAAAACKQ/vOnge93havc/s1600/Kyanne+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qPQF2yS7o3Y/TxysejSl1UI/AAAAAAAACKQ/vOnge93havc/s320/Kyanne+002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mémére and Kyanne out for&amp;nbsp;a stroll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4A3CuYRcWE0/Txyst738yvI/AAAAAAAACKY/bXConZwXl1s/s1600/Kyanne+021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4A3CuYRcWE0/Txyst738yvI/AAAAAAAACKY/bXConZwXl1s/s320/Kyanne+021.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sam with Kyanne's sunglasses.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uOi9SnJMrXA/TxyxQt0W_OI/AAAAAAAACLg/7XaoHyR7dVs/s1600/Kyanne.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uOi9SnJMrXA/TxyxQt0W_OI/AAAAAAAACLg/7XaoHyR7dVs/s320/Kyanne.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Playdate with Théo and Liette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CusLtwxDDDA/TxyxTEWifnI/AAAAAAAACLo/0aO1Xj-quqA/s1600/Kyanne2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CusLtwxDDDA/TxyxTEWifnI/AAAAAAAACLo/0aO1Xj-quqA/s320/Kyanne2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1tQHyrJAWQA/TxyxVUUnxFI/AAAAAAAACLw/DMGeT1K7u2E/s1600/Kyanne3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1tQHyrJAWQA/TxyxVUUnxFI/AAAAAAAACLw/DMGeT1K7u2E/s320/Kyanne3.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g5hT3sMSozU/TxyxXSNguGI/AAAAAAAACL4/AVQ0HqxX0Tc/s1600/Kyanne4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g5hT3sMSozU/TxyxXSNguGI/AAAAAAAACL4/AVQ0HqxX0Tc/s320/Kyanne4.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kPDgkjta-EM/TxyxZ14MlXI/AAAAAAAACMA/N8sJNCSkGU4/s1600/Kyanne5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kPDgkjta-EM/TxyxZ14MlXI/AAAAAAAACMA/N8sJNCSkGU4/s320/Kyanne5.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J4akWbQ5hBA/TxytX1SGU9I/AAAAAAAACKg/EjZe8bgaD2U/s1600/Kyanne+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J4akWbQ5hBA/TxytX1SGU9I/AAAAAAAACKg/EjZe8bgaD2U/s320/Kyanne+008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sleepy Kyanne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oQmoA1eh0DE/TxytistqqLI/AAAAAAAACKo/poZSItzaUfA/s1600/Kyanne+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oQmoA1eh0DE/TxytistqqLI/AAAAAAAACKo/poZSItzaUfA/s320/Kyanne+005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My 3 girls are out to lunch LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pljpoT7OJLo/TxyuS3Ay4eI/AAAAAAAACK4/5utmhNcas-8/s1600/Kyanne+024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pljpoT7OJLo/TxyuS3Ay4eI/AAAAAAAACK4/5utmhNcas-8/s320/Kyanne+024.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ah!!!! this is what I was looking forward for so long. My baby girl all relaxed on mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-feT3NaBB398/TxyuelKYEuI/AAAAAAAACLA/6lD-X2HKyVs/s1600/Kyanne+032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-feT3NaBB398/TxyuelKYEuI/AAAAAAAACLA/6lD-X2HKyVs/s320/Kyanne+032.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YByaDo41Ss8/Txyvyn9ebSI/AAAAAAAACLQ/qRNYLNdPqcM/s1600/Kyanne+033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YByaDo41Ss8/Txyvyn9ebSI/AAAAAAAACLQ/qRNYLNdPqcM/s320/Kyanne+033.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mommy and Kyanne having fun... and finshed on the floor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-izeSwKAdyLA/TxywBcbn1cI/AAAAAAAACLY/7LD9G_uQyVg/s1600/Kyanne+034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-izeSwKAdyLA/TxywBcbn1cI/AAAAAAAACLY/7LD9G_uQyVg/s320/Kyanne+034.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Daddy's first Bday cake.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414514236165848125-1625912305693320822?l=sylvic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/feeds/1625912305693320822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414514236165848125&amp;postID=1625912305693320822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/1625912305693320822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/1625912305693320822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-sick-day-when-youre-mommy-i-guess.html' title='No sick day when you’re a mommy I guess!'/><author><name>Sylvie and Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703886693652024477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31o38iPwy4s/TYAZatRrqVI/AAAAAAAAApU/pzD8o0uFjhU/s220/Winter%2B2011%2B090.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qPQF2yS7o3Y/TxysejSl1UI/AAAAAAAACKQ/vOnge93havc/s72-c/Kyanne+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414514236165848125.post-322154860011423306</id><published>2012-01-19T23:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T23:28:18.517-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playdate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Play date with Liette and Théo... it was an awesome day. I was looking forward for this all week!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Kyanne slept in her bed till 8:15. She had an awesome night. She woke up for the first time around 2am. After that, if i remember correctly, she only woke up once or twice. I did not even consider bringing her in our bed. It was only a few little cries. I don’t even think she opened her eyes once. She woke up with a beautiful smile on her face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Breakfast... she wanted to watch Cornemuse before breakfast so I put on the dvd while I was preparing her plate. When she came to eat, I did not think to pause the dvd and she kept on matching while she was eating. When I came back to sit down with my cup of coffee, she had yogurt all over herself and the spoon was not even remotely close to her mouth. I guess she can’t multi task yet. I turned off the tv and we had breakfast. This is not something I want to start... watch tv while she eats. I just didn’t have my coffee yet and did not think about it. There are lots of things I forget these days. For example, this evening, I hit the top of my foot and it hurts. My husband asked me where I hit it and I could not even remember. It was not even an hour before and I could not answer the question. No I did not have a glass of wine either LOL! I guess too much stuff running around in my brain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I had a Dr. Appointment this pm before our play date. Renée met us at the mall so she could stay with Kyanne while I was at my appointment. I had to get her some pyjamas. She already grew out of the ones I have. I know sometimes I babble on and on about how I feel insecure that Kyanne is not fully attached to me... well at my appointment, I waved her good bye and told her I will only be a few minutes and kissed her on the cheek.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She watched me go in the door and we waved bye again. As I was talking with the nurse practitioner, the door opened and there was my little angle. She came to see mommy. She saw me and had a big smile on her face. It was so funny. Renée did not think the door was not shut properly and she was able to push it open. I just wanted to cry and hold her in my arms. My little girl was looking for her mommy. Xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Playdate: It was so nice to see the reaction on their faces. They are so cute together. We went at Chapters. They have a nice area for the kids to play. Liette and I were sitting on the little chairs, sipping on our Starbucks Coffee chatting away. It’s so much fun to talk with her. I don’t need to explain to her or repeat myself saying... Adoption is different; you can’t just assume this and that. We understand each other. Even when we talk about our frustrating moments, we are able to laugh! It’s a good therapy. We ended up having supper at McGuiness Landing in the same establishment as Chapters. Thank god it was not busy. As much as I don’t want Kyanne to grow old now, &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I want to enjoy her at this age... it will be nice to be able to bring her to a restaurant and not have to run in each corner and wave hello to everyone sitting and eating. This is where I see the difference between Kyanne and Théo. Théo stayed in his chair while Liette was feeding him. Kyanne and I on the other hand, well, she did not touch her meal except a few french fries that I was not approving to begin with and a few bites of garlic bread. Half way through our meal, I had to get her out of her high chair so she could run around. I tried to get her to sit on me and she would not stay. After a while, Liette managed to sit her down and she ate the rest of her seafood chowder. I guess I won’t be ordering kids meal anymore. I will get her the fancy stuff and she might do better LOL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Oh and for the first time ever!!! I forgot my camera at home. I can’t believe it . I’ll post pics of our playdate when Liette post them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414514236165848125-322154860011423306?l=sylvic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/feeds/322154860011423306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414514236165848125&amp;postID=322154860011423306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/322154860011423306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/322154860011423306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/2012/01/playdate.html' title='Playdate'/><author><name>Sylvie and Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703886693652024477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31o38iPwy4s/TYAZatRrqVI/AAAAAAAAApU/pzD8o0uFjhU/s220/Winter%2B2011%2B090.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414514236165848125.post-6301723671560267853</id><published>2012-01-18T22:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T22:42:32.614-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Little things off my chest</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;As I sit here blogging, my baby girl is NAPPING... but its 5:30 in the afternoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt; She only had a half hour nap in the stroller and she could not stand herself anymore. I had to carry her in my arms like a baby and she fell asleep in less than 2 minutes. She is now sleeping like a rock with Sam and George in our bed. I don’t want her to fall off so I will sit here for a while and blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Yesterday, we spend the day at my moms. She said she would make us lunch. I was not going to refuse that offer. Any offer for someone to make us food now... I will not refuse LOL! We went for a walk with Kyanne in the stroller. My mom pushed her the whole way. This was sort of an excuse to get her to do some exercise LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Kyanne came to bed with us around 1 this morning. I love having her by my side. I can finally say in now KYANNE CUDDLES WITH ME! We all woke up at 8 this morning. It feels so good to be rested. Daddy is sick again. He is coughing and has the chills. He got the speech that 2 years ago he followed my diet and supplements and had a winter without being sick. This is all I’m going to say. Kyanne and I decided to go for a jog with the jogger stroller. We got dressed and off we went with Sam and George.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I could not believe it when we got home. I had to put the dogs in the shower when we arrived. They were full of mud. Middle of January and there were puddles of water and mud everywhere. This is so crazy. I was even to warm with my hat on. This is some crazy winter we are having. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Kyanne only slept half hour this afternoon. Usually she would keep on sleeping when we would get back from outside but not today. She was wide awake. Around 3, we went to visit her cousin Ghislain. They played for a good hour. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;This evening, I was not in a very good mood. I absolutely don’t like being told what to do or what I should or should not do. I find that I am a very passive person most of the time and I will not say what I really want to scream out loud. Well this was the case this evening. I bit my lips and did not say a word. It was not the end of the world but I was not in the mood for advice. I don’t know if Victor noticed but I think he wasn’t paying attention as he was sick. I really don’t want anyone telling me when I should or should not let Kyanne nap. Who cares if it was 5pm and we should have been having supper... I have a year off to be home and I will re-arrange our schedule if I have to. We’ll that was fun getting this of my chest. I sometime don’t say my true feeling out loud, so this is a way for me to vent and be able to sleep at night. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;You never know what she’s going to do when I put her in her crib for the night. Sometimes, she sings, claps her hands, barks like a dog, calls out for the cat... but tonight, she got up, grabbed my face and gave me a big kiss. It was so funny, but at the same time, so loving. She amazes me every day. I am so blessed to have her in my life. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414514236165848125-6301723671560267853?l=sylvic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/feeds/6301723671560267853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414514236165848125&amp;postID=6301723671560267853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/6301723671560267853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/6301723671560267853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-things-off-my-chest.html' title='Little things off my chest'/><author><name>Sylvie and Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703886693652024477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31o38iPwy4s/TYAZatRrqVI/AAAAAAAAApU/pzD8o0uFjhU/s220/Winter%2B2011%2B090.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414514236165848125.post-7464575495807736170</id><published>2012-01-16T19:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T19:00:50.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Change in the sleeping routine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Well, I did another thing that I had always said I would not do… I bought a DVD player for the car&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-CA" style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ansi-language: FR-CA; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-CA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Every time I go somewhere with Kyanne, it’s at least 20 minute drive to get there. I find it hard to entertain her while I’m alone with her. It’s funny because we went to Moncton today and she slept both ways and did not even watch it LOL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Last night, I woke up every half hour from midnight to 2 am. When I looked at the clock and it was passed 2, I told my husband to push on his side and I was bringing her in. I pushed the dogs as well to make room for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt; I picked her up and she did not say a word when she landed in our comfy king size bed. Normally, we have to gradually get her rest but I could tell she was quite comfortable and she would stay without crying. Well, there you have it; she slept all night without crying once. Victor woke up at 7 and it did not even wake her. What woke her up was the cat wanting some attention... Ah well, I was well rested and decided to get up and we could have breakfast with daddy. Since she did not make a big fuss when she came in our bed last night, we decided that we would put her to bed in her own crib and when she first starts crying we will bring her in and she’ll realize that we are not going anywhere. I think this will help with the attachment. It’s unreal how much I feel that she is attaching more and more every day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I weight her the other day and she has not gain... I think I spent all my energy trying to get her to nap during the day that I have not given her much snacks between our meals. The last couple of days, I’ve been reminding myself to snake so hopefully she will put a pound or so next time. She is now saying mommy more I find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Today I had an appointment to physio. Victor took her for a drive in the mean time. When I got in the car, she was sound asleep. I then met my cousin Margo for lunch at our favourite place Calactus!!! It was good!!! We went to the mall after to get her ears pierced but I guess I needed an appointment. Oh well, we’ll have to come back another time. We stopped at Children’s Place to get a pair of sunglasses as she is always taking mine. At least these one will stay on her face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Tonight she had a good appetite for supper. She ate everything I gave her. I put celery, onions and zucchini in food processor to hide the veggies in the Hamburg. It worked this time. She even ate all her rice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;That’s it for tonight. I was able to blog early. Nicole is playing with her. They are having so much fun. Renée works in a daycare and she knows a lot of kid’s songs. She wanted us to sing one tonight and we did not know the words we could just do the dance part with her. Half way through the moves, she stopped and raised her shoulders, meaning “Aren’t you going to sing?” LOL! I guess we’ll have to get Renée to write down the words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fPO_6JTB9rE/TxSrv5_5bAI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/e2_0GOQD1gA/s1600/Kyanne+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fPO_6JTB9rE/TxSrv5_5bAI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/e2_0GOQD1gA/s320/Kyanne+005.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kyanne's new sunglasses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H-GZsHqRwP8/TxSr6ucAOQI/AAAAAAAAB7g/naHftzR_7N0/s1600/Kyanne+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H-GZsHqRwP8/TxSr6ucAOQI/AAAAAAAAB7g/naHftzR_7N0/s320/Kyanne+001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kyanne fell asleep on daddy Sunday before lunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414514236165848125-7464575495807736170?l=sylvic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/feeds/7464575495807736170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414514236165848125&amp;postID=7464575495807736170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/7464575495807736170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/7464575495807736170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/2012/01/change-in-sleeping-routine.html' title='Change in the sleeping routine'/><author><name>Sylvie and Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703886693652024477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31o38iPwy4s/TYAZatRrqVI/AAAAAAAAApU/pzD8o0uFjhU/s220/Winter%2B2011%2B090.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fPO_6JTB9rE/TxSrv5_5bAI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/e2_0GOQD1gA/s72-c/Kyanne+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414514236165848125.post-6434668310806961610</id><published>2012-01-14T23:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T23:19:11.795-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Day at the camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Last couple of days were pretty relaxing for Kyanne and mommy. We stayed home and had fun. On Thursday evening, I decided to take out her little twist in her hair. Victor got her all comfortable on his laps and she let us play in her hair. She did not move once. Next thing you know, she was sound asleep. So much for my intension of washing her hair in the bath! We finished and got her in bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Things I have observed this week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;She is saying more words or at least trying to say them... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;She loves brushing her teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;She loves her Cartoon “Cornemuse” I don’t really want her to watch TV, but she loves that show. When we get up in the morning, she will sit in her little chair and watch it while I do the dishes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;She is even cuddlier with the dogs now. She truly loves them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;She’s getting to be friends with Sponge our cat. She gives her lots of treats. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;She's always looking for daddy when he’s at work. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;She points outside and says “Daddy”! You should see the look on her face when she sees him come in the door. Priceless!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;She is now very comfortable to sit on the couch with us. I think her fear of being left alone is almost gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;She loves having a routine because she knows what’s coming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;She will randomly come to us and give us a kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qoN-hCjdRfw/TxI2qww96VI/AAAAAAAAB7A/M_2Qe0YTuRk/s1600/Kyanne+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qoN-hCjdRfw/TxI2qww96VI/AAAAAAAAB7A/M_2Qe0YTuRk/s320/Kyanne+007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k3M-iQ3Hm08/TxI25he5v6I/AAAAAAAAB7I/YldqkRfFano/s1600/Kyanne+022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k3M-iQ3Hm08/TxI25he5v6I/AAAAAAAAB7I/YldqkRfFano/s320/Kyanne+022.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Look at me mommy!!! Aren't you going to do something with my hair? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qOgCpibT2sY/TxI3EKcJGuI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/ZV2I_S579x8/s1600/Kyanne+027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qOgCpibT2sY/TxI3EKcJGuI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/ZV2I_S579x8/s320/Kyanne+027.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ready to it the town!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;This weekend is all about our family. I think it breaks Victor’s heart to see that his little girl is missing him that much during the week. I think everyone noticed how she comes to me all the time now and she wants to be in my arms. She knows mommy is not going anywhere. Even Nicole noticed when she tries to pick her up in the morning before she leaves for work. She tries to have a few minutes with her before she leaves, but Kyanne wants to come in my arms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 3pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;This morning, Kyanne was a good girl and slept till 8am. We were all rested and were all happy that daddy was staying home. We slowly packed the truck to go to the camp for the day. Everyone came. We had a lovely time. It’s not often we get to be the whole family. Even Amanda, Nicole and Renée’s half sister came. The simplicity of being at the camp is what I love. We played in the snow, went for walks and laughed!!! Poor Kyanne only had a little nap of half hour at lunch time. When we left after supper to come home, she was passed out before we got to the main road. She was exhausted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GvveWGat8-I/TxIyqJ73AHI/AAAAAAAAB44/QVa3O7hI9cw/s1600/Kyanne+042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GvveWGat8-I/TxIyqJ73AHI/AAAAAAAAB44/QVa3O7hI9cw/s320/Kyanne+042.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Family Picture at the Camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QKn5yIV9nT4/TxIy06Q5KTI/AAAAAAAAB5A/DZTUX3jm968/s1600/Kyanne+044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QKn5yIV9nT4/TxIy06Q5KTI/AAAAAAAAB5A/DZTUX3jm968/s320/Kyanne+044.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Daddy had gone outside to load the 4 wheeler in the truck. I think she thought he was leaving without&amp;nbsp;her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NA0vycQsSx8/TxI2OqFcLrI/AAAAAAAAB6w/FriMn02QBBQ/s1600/Kyanne+115.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NA0vycQsSx8/TxI2OqFcLrI/AAAAAAAAB6w/FriMn02QBBQ/s320/Kyanne+115.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414514236165848125-6434668310806961610?l=sylvic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/feeds/6434668310806961610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414514236165848125&amp;postID=6434668310806961610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/6434668310806961610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/6434668310806961610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/2012/01/family-day-at-camp.html' title='Family Day at the camp'/><author><name>Sylvie and Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703886693652024477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31o38iPwy4s/TYAZatRrqVI/AAAAAAAAApU/pzD8o0uFjhU/s220/Winter%2B2011%2B090.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qoN-hCjdRfw/TxI2qww96VI/AAAAAAAAB7A/M_2Qe0YTuRk/s72-c/Kyanne+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414514236165848125.post-1666937468128020941</id><published>2012-01-12T09:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T09:34:20.815-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She's back!!! I think...</title><content type='html'>My little girl slept till 9 this morning. Was mommy ever happy to sleep in. Daddy had a course today so he had to leave the house early and will be gone all day. She woke up a few times around midnight and went back to sleep and woke up again around 3am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between 6 and 7 am I could tell she was dreaming but I did not go to her room and she fell asleep again and only woke up at 9 when she heard me get out of bed with the dogs. I got her out of her crib and she was a happy girl! All smiles!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414514236165848125-1666937468128020941?l=sylvic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/feeds/1666937468128020941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414514236165848125&amp;postID=1666937468128020941' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/1666937468128020941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/1666937468128020941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/2012/01/shes-back-i-think.html' title='She&apos;s back!!! I think...'/><author><name>Sylvie and Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703886693652024477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31o38iPwy4s/TYAZatRrqVI/AAAAAAAAApU/pzD8o0uFjhU/s220/Winter%2B2011%2B090.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414514236165848125.post-6238648272046369630</id><published>2012-01-11T22:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T22:38:12.144-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playdate with Théo and Liette</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Kyanne was a good little girl last night. She knew mommy had a backup plan. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;She did her normal routine of crying ever half hour early around midnight to 1 am and then after 4 am. This morning, daddy went to work a bit later again so mommy slept till 8 am. I never thought I would get this excited for sleeping in till 8!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I think I’m getting pretty good at getting ready in the mornings now when we have plans to go out. I don’t seem to be running around not knowing what I’m doing. It’s getting easier ever week. We got dressed in our sweat pants to go to &lt;a href="http://www.monctongymnastics.com/contact.html" target="_blank"&gt;Beausejour Gymnos&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt; for a playdate with Théo and Liette. As soon as we got in the car, I could tell that she was going to have a nice nap on our way there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;We had a great time at the gym. Both Kyanne and Théo were running around trying new things. Kyanne especially enjoyed the trampoline. I guess mommy will have to get her one this summer to put outside. We even saw one of the girls from our mommy group and a girl from our work. After an hour of running around and playing, we went for lunch and Boston Pizza to finish our playdate. Daddy even joined us. On my way home, I did a little detour to get a coffee with shot of espresso at the Second Cup drive thru. As I was enjoying my cup of coffee while she was sleeping in the back, I switched the children cd that was playing to something that I liked and decided to continue our journey and go see my mother. We stayed there till supper time. It was so funny to see my mom today. Some guy came to test her water and she was telling him our adoption story. She even showed that random guy the play crib and dolls that she took out from the attic for Kyanne to play with. This is my old stuff from when I was young. I guess she’s a proud grand-ma! &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Before we left, I went to the washroom and as I walked back in the kitchen, my sweet girl had a container full of fruit loops!!! I could not believe it. My mom said it was a good snack...NOT!!!! How could I take it out from her now... She was really enjoying them. I am failing so bad at making her eat healthy it’s not even funny. While I’m on the food topic, I might as well tell you all that I think I am addicted to chocolate now. It’s strange but every time I finish eating, I need to eat chocolate! That has never happen to me before. I honestly feel that I am falling off the wagon. I seriously need to get focused again and eat healthy. I can’t even believe that I am going to tell you all this. At lunch, the children had a free dessert. We had options of fruit salad, ice cream and chocolate cookie. Liette got fruit salad for Théo and I got the chocolate cookie for Kyanne. Never in a million years would I have ever ordered a cookie if I was in my right mind!!! Kyanne took a few tinny bites and mommy ate the rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;So tomorrow we are expecting 10 to 15 cm of snow. I am really excited. We’ll finally be able to do winter activities outdoors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;We had a good laugh this evening; I was telling René’s friend how much Kyanne is learning from imitating what we do. I said she’s a real SPONGE. Well Sponge is the name of our cat and as soon as she heard me say Sponge... she started looking everywhere and making the noise we do when we are looking for the cat “pspsps”!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5siOeXFyBh4/Tw47EKZIUUI/AAAAAAAAB3g/_hLZuZC0QqM/s1600/Kyanne+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5siOeXFyBh4/Tw47EKZIUUI/AAAAAAAAB3g/_hLZuZC0QqM/s320/Kyanne+007.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kyanne getting ready to eat her fruits with chocolate fondu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BWd6Eg5qVaA/Tw47PN5YcqI/AAAAAAAAB3o/E6Q3lkLZos0/s1600/Kyanne+013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NhyEMtlHTqk/Tw4-0yLlyMI/AAAAAAAAB4g/kh4G0eYt_DE/s320/Kyanne+062.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yHR23SLdT7k/Tw4_D9fNkjI/AAAAAAAAB4o/Ao1J5LqaLR0/s1600/Kyanne+068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yHR23SLdT7k/Tw4_D9fNkjI/AAAAAAAAB4o/Ao1J5LqaLR0/s320/Kyanne+068.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Having lunch after our playdate at the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pxx9NZPT9S4/Tw4_PLbQdhI/AAAAAAAAB4w/7k9oYW8kbng/s1600/Kyanne+070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pxx9NZPT9S4/Tw4_PLbQdhI/AAAAAAAAB4w/7k9oYW8kbng/s320/Kyanne+070.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414514236165848125-6238648272046369630?l=sylvic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/feeds/6238648272046369630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414514236165848125&amp;postID=6238648272046369630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/6238648272046369630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/6238648272046369630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/2012/01/playdate-with-theo-and-liette.html' title='Playdate with Théo and Liette'/><author><name>Sylvie and Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703886693652024477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31o38iPwy4s/TYAZatRrqVI/AAAAAAAAApU/pzD8o0uFjhU/s220/Winter%2B2011%2B090.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5siOeXFyBh4/Tw47EKZIUUI/AAAAAAAAB3g/_hLZuZC0QqM/s72-c/Kyanne+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414514236165848125.post-8453526598293646735</id><published>2012-01-10T20:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T20:24:41.644-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;As soon as I went to bed after the movie last night, Kyanne started crying. I could tell that it was not her mommy can go back to bed right away cry... By midnight, I had gone in her room 6 times. I knew she needed her mommy and daddy so I brought her over in our room and she slept with us. Even between us all comfy, she was waking up crying every 45 minutes. We started the morning at 6 am! I am trying to tell myself that she will sleep a full night soon!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Mommy did not mind at all to get up. I know she is going through lots of changes and we’re going to do whatever it takes to make her better. Daddy went to work later this morning so we enjoyed breakfast and coffee with our little angle. Once we were ready to face the day, we got dressed all warm and went for a nice walk. It was a bit chilly. Once we got home, she was sound asleep. I brought the stroller in the house and she slept all dressed for another good half hour. When she woke up we got ready to meet my friends from work for lunch. We had a nice time. As usual, Kyanne was the entertainment! She made everyone laugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;We had a nice family evening. We ate fruits with melted chocolate. It was so yummy! I’ve been less strict about my eating habits since Kyanne arrived. I hope I don’t lose my touch... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;My girl is growing up.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It’s weird, but I feel that when we talk to her, she understands everything we tell her and she will let us know if she agrees or not LOL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Well, that’s it for me. I am sitting on the floor in the bathroom watching her take a bath and I am ready to take my shower and go to bed as soon as she’s asleep. I can’t go 2 nights without any sleep. I could feel my eyes getting heavy at supper time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;We took our time after bath and I gave her a good massage rubbing lotion on her body. I turned her on her back and she could have probably fallen asleep while I was massaging her back. She was all comfortable. She especially likes it when I rub lotion on her little nose. She will give me the most beautiful smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Before going to bed, she walked up to the fridge and pointed. She wanted her water before bed. Such a smart little one.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Tonight I’m all ready. I have the air mattress and blankets ready for backup to put in her room in case. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Talk to you all tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414514236165848125-8453526598293646735?l=sylvic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/feeds/8453526598293646735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414514236165848125&amp;postID=8453526598293646735' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/8453526598293646735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/8453526598293646735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/2012/01/lack-of-sleep.html' title='Lack of sleep'/><author><name>Sylvie and Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703886693652024477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31o38iPwy4s/TYAZatRrqVI/AAAAAAAAApU/pzD8o0uFjhU/s220/Winter%2B2011%2B090.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414514236165848125.post-9108292520757085974</id><published>2012-01-10T18:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T18:40:06.328-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from the last few days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UBvWAxXZIfs/TwykYkRt5zI/AAAAAAAAB2g/gi6X0wa_HgI/s1600/Kyanne+022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UBvWAxXZIfs/TwykYkRt5zI/AAAAAAAAB2g/gi6X0wa_HgI/s320/Kyanne+022.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pool party with all the adoptive families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rGfsRuHMMYw/Twykjoax1TI/AAAAAAAAB2o/5mNK5wpsEBU/s1600/Kyanne+028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rGfsRuHMMYw/Twykjoax1TI/AAAAAAAAB2o/5mNK5wpsEBU/s320/Kyanne+028.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUvErwYN2Tw/Twyku1VRMPI/AAAAAAAAB2w/zV-f0T_BKzA/s1600/Kyanne+037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUvErwYN2Tw/Twyku1VRMPI/AAAAAAAAB2w/zV-f0T_BKzA/s320/Kyanne+037.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kyanne and Théo having fun in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ptRwBIAv-Gs/Twyk8s_WB2I/AAAAAAAAB24/eedVz-1mCDw/s1600/Kyanne+041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ptRwBIAv-Gs/Twyk8s_WB2I/AAAAAAAAB24/eedVz-1mCDw/s320/Kyanne+041.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xkI68M2bsbc/TwylJTXoQ5I/AAAAAAAAB3A/8SxAeCq4SsI/s1600/Kyanne+061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xkI68M2bsbc/TwylJTXoQ5I/AAAAAAAAB3A/8SxAeCq4SsI/s320/Kyanne+061.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hVGxwjU2zHs/TwylTpcUArI/AAAAAAAAB3I/dmuaADwqoog/s1600/Kyanne+067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hVGxwjU2zHs/TwylTpcUArI/AAAAAAAAB3I/dmuaADwqoog/s320/Kyanne+067.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Eating pizza after burning all that energy in the pool.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rwv_KVnsNj0/TwylevqeIzI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/2bcre6vsKaY/s1600/Kyanne+069.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rwv_KVnsNj0/TwylevqeIzI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/2bcre6vsKaY/s320/Kyanne+069.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414514236165848125-9108292520757085974?l=sylvic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/feeds/9108292520757085974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414514236165848125&amp;postID=9108292520757085974' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/9108292520757085974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/9108292520757085974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/2012/01/pictures-from-last-few-days.html' title='Pictures from the last few days'/><author><name>Sylvie and Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703886693652024477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31o38iPwy4s/TYAZatRrqVI/AAAAAAAAApU/pzD8o0uFjhU/s220/Winter%2B2011%2B090.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I-dWxJteHus/TwydpSt9AII/AAAAAAAAB14/zmfHTvEkaME/s72-c/Kyanne+079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414514236165848125.post-8223582411366265294</id><published>2012-01-09T23:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T23:11:30.267-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just the 2 of us</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Last night was a good night. Kyanne did not wake up screaming. She just cried frequently early in the morning before she woke up. She was still asleep so I did not have to pick her up. We woke up at 7:30 to get ready for swimming with all the adoptive families. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Kyanne enjoyed the water. Victor and I both went in the water with her. She loved being in the floater and playing with the balls. It was our first time there and it certainly won’t be our last. Liette and I both said we would take them once in a while. I went in the slide with her and she loved it. When we got to the bottom, the water splashed in her face. She was all excited. Before the hour had passed, we noticed that her bottom lip was trembling. Poor girl was cold. We got her out of the water and dried her. We stayed on the side with just our feet in the water so she could continue to play with her friends. After the pool, we all had a room with to eat pizza. This little girl just doesn’t stop. She could not stay still for a second to eat. I was watching Liette with Théo sitting on the floor. Théo stayed by her side all calm. All I did was run around after her LOL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;When we were coming home, Kyanne fell asleep right away. We stopped for coffee and Victor accidently shut the door and made a noise when he went in to get the coffees and it woke her up. She saw him walk away from the car and started crying. Let just say we did not have a fun ride home. She cried till we almost got home. We tried everything... even the magic word... “George” and still nothing. I guess she was just too tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I read a blog last night of a family adoption from GLA as well. She basically said that the agency they are dealing with closed their door. I had a flash back of what happen to us with Imagine Adoption 2 years ago. I am praying God to help them bring their son home. I believe that things are going to fall into the right place and they will have their son home soon. I don’t understand why things like this happen to good families. It’s hard to accept all of these challenges, but we have to continue to be positive and keep the faith! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Last night was very good. I was able to sleep part of the night. She only started to cry after 4am. I got up a few times to make my presence and go back to bed. At 7 am, I picked her up and she came in bed with me for a good half hour. We then got up and did our routine... stretches, drink our water, mine with squeezed lemon juice and dance to a few songs before breakfast. This morning I made the effort to not try and rush anything. We hung around the living room and did whatever she wanted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Before lunch, we made a trip to the optometrist to get my glasses fixed. She broke one of the arms a few weeks ago. On our way back, she had a nap in the car. All afternoon, we stayed home and had fun just the 2 of us. It’s so amazing how much I love being with her. I just don’t get tired of her.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We even washed the dogs today. She helped to wash Sam. She wasn’t too sure why I had them in the shower. She looked at me with a weird face at first but she eventually came in and helped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;We tried the napping in my bed this afternoon and almost got it. She did rest for a bit but not enough to fall asleep. She stayed in my arms as well almost all afternoon. It’s so weird. As soon as daddy gets home, she will make her fake cry and lay on the floor so we can pick her up. She won’t do it when we are the 2 of us but as soon as someone else from the family arrives she needs to be in our arms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;So happy... this evening, she was sitting on me while I was sitting down on a chair and she came to cuddle. I just enjoyed the 2 minutes while it lasted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I just finished watching Dolphin Tale. I needed to relax and do nothing. It was a really good movie. I cried at the end. Now I am ready for bed. Good night all! I’ll post pictures tomorrow. I’m too tired tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414514236165848125-8223582411366265294?l=sylvic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/feeds/8223582411366265294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414514236165848125&amp;postID=8223582411366265294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/8223582411366265294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/8223582411366265294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-2-of-us.html' title='Just the 2 of us'/><author><name>Sylvie and Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703886693652024477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31o38iPwy4s/TYAZatRrqVI/AAAAAAAAApU/pzD8o0uFjhU/s220/Winter%2B2011%2B090.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414514236165848125.post-3401119897353633555</id><published>2012-01-07T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T23:02:23.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;As soon as I turned off my laptop last night after blogging, I was not in bed for 5 minutes that Kyanne started screaming. I quickly went to her room and she was standing up waiting for me. I found it very strange... I picked her up in my arms and realized she was wet. I changed her and she had done a big mess... poor girl. I brought her to daddy so I could change her bed. It had even wet her sheet. When it was time to get her back to bed, it took me a good 15 minutes to get her all comfortable. I don’t think I was asleep yet that she woke up a second time screaming loud. I got there and she looked scared. It was not the usual routine. To make a long story short... I had her in my arms from about 11:30 pm to 1:15am. I didn’t think it was possible to sleep standing up, but I’m sure I passed out a few times. I finally got her back to bed, but it was not a good half hour that she was back up. This went on till 5:30 am. I just couldn’t anymore. I didn’t want to get my husband to take over because I knew he would wake up early and I could stay in bed. I just want one day to sleep in. At this point, I was able to get her in our bed and she slept between us till 7:30. I was so happy!!! When she got up, daddy took over and went downstairs. I could still hear them, but I was so comfortable in my bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I guess I had a gut feeling last night that it was going to be a rugh one... we had one glass of wine and we switched to water. We were both laughing at each other saying how things have changed in the past month. Kyanne slept well all week long. I guess she knows daddy is staying home on weekends and he can help mommy in the morning. She had 2 bad nights on the weekends so far. I hope it stays that way because it would be hard to the next morning if I was alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Today we didn’t do much. We went for a nice walk. It was so nice outside.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;We had a nice afternoon just the 3 of us playing and making her laugh. She loves to play peek-a-boo. When we chase her around the living room, you can tell by the tone of her laughter how happy she is. We just look at each other and thank God for the perfect match!!! We love her so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Before supper, I could tell she was sleepy. I brought her upstairs to change her dipper and asked her if she wanted to go in her bed and she said no right away. I walked in my bedroom and put her down by George to see what she would do and she stayed there in her favourite sleeping position... her little but up in the air while her head is down. I sat beside her and rubbed her back and she did not move. I was so impressed!!! I eventually made myself comfortable as well and we both slept for an hour. At one point, George heard something and she left barking. Kyanne woke up and got up quickly. I thought it was then end of the nap, but she turned and saw that I was sleeping beside her and she put her head back down. I was stunned. My baby girl is really coming around. Little by little... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;This evening, Kyanne decided she was taking a shower instead of a bath. We did our little routine and I introduced her to toothpaste this time. She did not mind it. When we were all done, I wanted to apply more lotion on her face. I put some in the palm of my hand and gently applied in on her face with my index finger. I was massaging her face at the same time. When we got to the living room, she sat on her dad and pretended she had cream in her hand and was rubbing his face with it and then came to me to do the same. It really amazes me to see how much she’s learning. I found that she repeated a lot of word today. She seems to be catching on quickly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;As I put her down to sleep this evening, I sat by her bed for a good 20 minutes watching her sleep. I just can’t imagine my life without her. I know I’m tired and have no time for myself, but it doesn’t matter. I am a happy momma and would not change anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I better get to bed in case she wakes up again. Tomorrow is a big day. The mommy group planned a family day at the Dieppe Aquatic Center. Kyanne is going to meet lots of new friends. I’m sure she’s going to love the water. I hope!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;One thing I noticed today is that if one of us did not pay attention to her, she would get on the floor and start crying like the first few weeks. You can tell that she is looking for attention because she’s not really crying. I don’t know if it’s because we were both home all day??? Who knows! We’ll see if she does the same tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414514236165848125-3401119897353633555?l=sylvic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/feeds/3401119897353633555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414514236165848125&amp;postID=3401119897353633555' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/3401119897353633555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/3401119897353633555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/2012/01/bad-dreams.html' title='Bad dreams'/><author><name>Sylvie and Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703886693652024477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31o38iPwy4s/TYAZatRrqVI/AAAAAAAAApU/pzD8o0uFjhU/s220/Winter%2B2011%2B090.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414514236165848125.post-5429149342791156793</id><published>2012-01-06T23:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T23:01:43.114-04:00</updated><title type='text'>6:30 am ... ready or not!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;This morning, I was drinking my coffee at 6:30. I hope she doesn’t get up earlier than that!!! She didn’t cry too much in the middle of the night. It was more toward the morning. Each time I went in her room when she cried, she had her eyes shut. I don’t know if I should wake her because she’s having bad dreams??? I normally just tell her in a soft voice that mommy is here, touch her beautiful face and she stops crying. When she had her arms stretched out of the crib, I picked her up and we went to my bedroom. She actually slept beside me for a good 10 long… minutes and then it was time to play. Sam and George just looked at me and they put their heads back down. Not a chance they were waking up that early. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I almost had tears in my eyes. I was cleaning the dishes and she started banging on the patio door saying ‘daddy!!!’ I went to look and there was a man in our front yard with a hood and hat that we could not see his face. Poor girl is missing his daddy. I am so happy that today is Friday and she’ll get to spend some quality time with daddy all weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Once we were done with breakfast, we packed up and headed to see my mom. We stopped in Shediac to go see Renée and Chris before they headed out to Halifax for the weekend. They were coming to my place for the morning before leaving for Halifax but I decided to go see my mom. It’s so nice to see my mom so happy when she sees Kyanne. Since my dad past away, she hadn’t been herself. She always had a worried look, but Kyanne took that away. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;On my way there, Kyanne fell asleep. A ride that usually takes 20 minutes from Shediac… well I stretched it for a full hour so she could sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I guess grand-ma has the magic touch. She was rocking Kyanne in her chair and she fell asleep. I was so happy to see that!!! We got her dressed in her coat not long after and we headed home so she could have a nice long nap. Once we got home, she was still sleeping so I left her in the car in the garage and stayed in the entrance so I could see when she wakes up and I did my exercises while I was waiting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;To my surprise, I got in the house and it smelled clean!!! I did not know what was going on because when we left the house… it was a mess. I then remembered that Renée was going to come over to wait for her drive. She’s such an amazing girl! I sent her a message right away to thank her. I honestly don’t think the house has been that clean since we got home with Kyanne. I sat down and realized that I think I need someone to clean my house. I’m not super woman and I hate cleaning so!!! I might start looking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;My god-child, Anabelle came this evening. Kyanne is finally opening up to her. For some reason, she did not want Anabelle to play with her. I’m so happy that I get to see Anabelle more often now. She’s such a busy girl that you need to schedule an appointment to see her hahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Kyanne got us laughing this evening. She was running around the kitchen and all of a sudden, she stopped and waved her hand saying ‘pee you’ and ran to the staircase pointing upstairs. I went to smell her and it was true. She did not smell too good. What a smart little cookie! She knew it was time for mommy to go change her dipper.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Right after her bath, she did not even stay on daddy for 2 minutes that she was pointing upstairs. I picked her up and she said bye bye to daddy, gave him a kiss. And let not forget the dogs. She has to give them big kisses and hugs. I can’t believe how smart she is. She knows the routine now. I was not a big fan of routines. I was always saying, when Kyanne gets home, we’ll just go with the flow… Yup! That isn’t happening. I realize now how much children need structure and a routine. She is picking up so much. She’s just like a sponge.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vaRJV3LkXeg/TweretktytI/AAAAAAAAB1I/hAACFLUXREw/s1600/Kyanne+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vaRJV3LkXeg/TweretktytI/AAAAAAAAB1I/hAACFLUXREw/s320/Kyanne+002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Kyanne decided that she was going to take out the dog hair LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aoNI_1IUbbE/TwerpR3qknI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/OroLTjWZqM0/s1600/Kyanne+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aoNI_1IUbbE/TwerpR3qknI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/OroLTjWZqM0/s320/Kyanne+007.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Kyanne and grand-ma!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P1f90wR95Bs/TwesZOAJ16I/AAAAAAAAB1Y/b17yjEGkq8c/s1600/Kyanne+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P1f90wR95Bs/TwesZOAJ16I/AAAAAAAAB1Y/b17yjEGkq8c/s320/Kyanne+011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My mom took out my doll stuff from when I was young. Kyanne decided she was a doll too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3E_DmWL_Zc0/Twesj-kLOmI/AAAAAAAAB1g/iF3uLe9TAfY/s1600/Kyanne+018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3E_DmWL_Zc0/Twesj-kLOmI/AAAAAAAAB1g/iF3uLe9TAfY/s320/Kyanne+018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Kyanne sleeping in my mom's arms. I wish it was in my arms...﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YWZOQVVDPW8/Twes4YjRHwI/AAAAAAAAB1o/gQOSUg22DmQ/s1600/Kyanne+024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YWZOQVVDPW8/Twes4YjRHwI/AAAAAAAAB1o/gQOSUg22DmQ/s320/Kyanne+024.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Kyanne and the lovely Anabelle!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0kB_EsmbKZQ/TwetFDAqwQI/AAAAAAAAB1w/-L1Z7B9vMRw/s1600/Kyanne+027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0kB_EsmbKZQ/TwetFDAqwQI/AAAAAAAAB1w/-L1Z7B9vMRw/s320/Kyanne+027.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kyanne eating watermelon with her daddy xox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414514236165848125-5429149342791156793?l=sylvic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/feeds/5429149342791156793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414514236165848125&amp;postID=5429149342791156793' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/5429149342791156793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/5429149342791156793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/2012/01/630-am-ready-or-not.html' title='6:30 am ... ready or not!'/><author><name>Sylvie and Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703886693652024477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31o38iPwy4s/TYAZatRrqVI/AAAAAAAAApU/pzD8o0uFjhU/s220/Winter%2B2011%2B090.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vaRJV3LkXeg/TweretktytI/AAAAAAAAB1I/hAACFLUXREw/s72-c/Kyanne+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414514236165848125.post-3622186194285879628</id><published>2012-01-05T21:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T21:59:53.154-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still no nap in her crib</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Yesterday, she&amp;nbsp;slept till 8am. Mommy was really happy. She however woke up 3 times during the night crying. The crying only lasted till I stepped into her room. She falls asleep right way. Today was another day at home. My SUV is at the mechanic and it’s too cold to go outside. We live on the side of the ocean and its supper windy and cold. Today we could see the ocean starting to freeze on the shore. I wasn’t sure what our plans were going to be until Liette called for a play date!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I got Kyanne to eat lunch and brought her upstairs to try and sleep before they arrived. I got her in our bed and she played with the dogs. I was lying down beside the dogs and she eventually got on top of me and rested her head. I could not believe it. I did not move LOL! She stayed for about 10 minutes and then she got up and started talking and pointing at the dogs. She wasn’t that tired I guess. Still!! She did relax on me for a bit. I then put her in the sling and got her to fall asleep for a half hour until Liette and Théo arrived. This play date was more interactive. It was fun to see them together and fun for the mommies to be able to talk. Théo did really good with the dogs. He wasn’t too scared them. By the end, he was touching them. I’m sure he’ll be running around with them this summer at the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SBAw7hjdFAo/TwZSK9L8e9I/AAAAAAAAB0Y/WAA5eYViRfo/s1600/Kyanne+024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SBAw7hjdFAo/TwZSK9L8e9I/AAAAAAAAB0Y/WAA5eYViRfo/s320/Kyanne+024.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;So hard to take a nice picture of 2 toddlers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kqQvxKom78c/TwZSZckB91I/AAAAAAAAB0g/OZRuUxveS1Y/s1600/Kyanne+032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kqQvxKom78c/TwZSZckB91I/AAAAAAAAB0g/OZRuUxveS1Y/s320/Kyanne+032.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Liette is doing her workout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2joRBZdXvs/TwZSmykSKtI/AAAAAAAAB0o/6fuvgkVch3o/s1600/Kyanne+033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2joRBZdXvs/TwZSmykSKtI/AAAAAAAAB0o/6fuvgkVch3o/s320/Kyanne+033.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;We've waited a long time to take this picutre!!!! Priceless!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;At 7 pm, I got her in her pyjamas, brushed her teeth and releaxed for a bit before bedtime.&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t know if I mentioned this or not but Kyanne loves her shoes. She’s going to be a shoeaholic!!! I normally put pyjamas that have no toes so I can put her shoes on for her to sleep, but last night she had her long pyjamas and she still wanted her shoes. Daddy managed to make it fit LOL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SZnMWWGR9qU/TwZTdv678aI/AAAAAAAAB00/DDjmki7m5kA/s1600/Kyanne+036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SZnMWWGR9qU/TwZTdv678aI/AAAAAAAAB00/DDjmki7m5kA/s320/Kyanne+036.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;Da Shoe!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;This morning, I could not believe it. She cried at 4:45 am for the first time. She slept all night. I went to her room and she was crying but still asleep. She did not even see me. She stopped and I went back to bed. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Not saying that I did not appreciate her sleeping thought the night but the next cry was at 7 am and she was ready with her arms open. So do I want her to wake up more often during the night and stay in bed longer??? I guess I will take whatever comes at me. I will adjust. Hahah! I picked her up from bed, changed her dipper and went straight to my bed. She relaxed again for the second time. We stayed for a good half hour till it was time for breakfast. She cuddled with me and then with Sam and George. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QnBZ3BXtOk8/TwZDWpt_VjI/AAAAAAAAB0E/VrF_5G7Alj8/s1600/Kyanne+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QnBZ3BXtOk8/TwZDWpt_VjI/AAAAAAAAB0E/VrF_5G7Alj8/s320/Kyanne+001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vyOi35GJm4I/TwZDhtj6pSI/AAAAAAAAB0M/6oEyUTzRgqY/s1600/Kyanne+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vyOi35GJm4I/TwZDhtj6pSI/AAAAAAAAB0M/6oEyUTzRgqY/s320/Kyanne+003.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Breakfast is getting a challenge sometimes. She is now stuck on yogurt and nothing else. When we were all done, I decided to do her hair. The pictures say it all. In order for me to do her hair, she needs to stay busy. She was throwing stuff on the floor and at one point; she stuck her hand in the coconut oil jar and put a huge chunk in her hair. How can you not laugh!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;This afternoon, we tried the bed again and she really stayed close to me. She crawls on top of me by herself and stays for a few minutes, and then she makes herself comfortable beside me, then with Sam and George. She is trying to figure out what is the best spot in that huge bed LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Today she slept in the stroller for 45 minutes and relaxed in our bed for a good half hour but she did not want to sleep. I wish I had a magic pill to get her to nap. I’m pretty sure in a few weeks, we’ll have it mastered. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;We met Nicole and Renée in Moncton for supper. Renée was going to get her hair cut. Her hair is so long that she is going to donate it for cancer. I can’t wait to see her tomorrow. Kyanne was hilarious at the restaurant. She was making everyone laugh. Kyanne is used to eating coconut oil/butter on her bread, and in her hair, but this evening she had butter on her bread. She was not even eating the bread... just the butter. She took the little package of butter, but some in her hand and smudged it all in her hair! I could not believe it. She was laughing and making funny faces. Nicole said she is used to heating your coconut oil and then you put it in her hair so she was just doing like you LOL! Oh well, I guess it’s true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1a_N0E5Cfrc/TwZUQBBdq-I/AAAAAAAAB1A/D83lB0I6K9M/s1600/Kyanne+018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1a_N0E5Cfrc/TwZUQBBdq-I/AAAAAAAAB1A/D83lB0I6K9M/s320/Kyanne+018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh oh! It wasn't me mommy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414514236165848125-3622186194285879628?l=sylvic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/feeds/3622186194285879628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414514236165848125&amp;postID=3622186194285879628' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/3622186194285879628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/3622186194285879628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/2012/01/still-no-nap-in-her-crib.html' title='Still no nap in her crib'/><author><name>Sylvie and Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703886693652024477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31o38iPwy4s/TYAZatRrqVI/AAAAAAAAApU/pzD8o0uFjhU/s220/Winter%2B2011%2B090.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SBAw7hjdFAo/TwZSK9L8e9I/AAAAAAAAB0Y/WAA5eYViRfo/s72-c/Kyanne+024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414514236165848125.post-4866607568885097141</id><published>2012-01-03T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T22:12:25.049-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;New Years Eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; started out real good. We went to town to get a few things. Kyanne was a very good girl. She slept all the way there. At the mall, she was happy and did not cry trying to get out of her stroller. Since it’s our first New Years Eve with Kyanne, we decided we would stay home. Victor’s daughters were going out with friends so I was not comfortable leaving her with someone that she doesn’t see every day. Our friends said they would come over for some appetizers and wine. Before the evening started, Kyanne was having fun dancing. She found my high heel shoes. Not only did she walk with them, she was stepping like she had done this before. She was hilarious to watch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I went to take my shower and little did I know, I had company. She still had her clothes and walked in the shower with me. She was having the time of her life! She was screaming so hard that the dogs came to see what was going on. I got her clothes off and washed her while she was there LOL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pxCnjFw2Mt4/TwOsjZzwSkI/AAAAAAAABxo/xBpzIqX5gOI/s1600/Kyanne+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pxCnjFw2Mt4/TwOsjZzwSkI/AAAAAAAABxo/xBpzIqX5gOI/s320/Kyanne+011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wEiIQyG_Nxg/TwOsuIDaD2I/AAAAAAAABxw/5yieW5W4o2E/s1600/Kyanne+028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wEiIQyG_Nxg/TwOsuIDaD2I/AAAAAAAABxw/5yieW5W4o2E/s320/Kyanne+028.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pSijCTq95bU/TwOtFs8_RUI/AAAAAAAABx8/u1owqe5yink/s1600/Kyanne+022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pSijCTq95bU/TwOtFs8_RUI/AAAAAAAABx8/u1owqe5yink/s320/Kyanne+022.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lsQiln4yFZ4/TwOtVpvZJcI/AAAAAAAAByE/NK7ZteZiaIY/s1600/Kyanne+030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lsQiln4yFZ4/TwOtVpvZJcI/AAAAAAAAByE/NK7ZteZiaIY/s320/Kyanne+030.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wThFZdGc20k/TwOtrSbXj6I/AAAAAAAAByM/A73P9oEaeno/s1600/Kyanne+034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wThFZdGc20k/TwOtrSbXj6I/AAAAAAAAByM/A73P9oEaeno/s320/Kyanne+034.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qZivYf6aXI8/TwOuR4GXHhI/AAAAAAAAByY/GbjAJWuu3o0/s1600/Kyanne+040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qZivYf6aXI8/TwOuR4GXHhI/AAAAAAAAByY/GbjAJWuu3o0/s320/Kyanne+040.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Around 1am, we did not have a happy camper. I got to her room and she was standing up and had her arms wide open. This was not her usually, fall back asleep as soon as she saw mommy. I tried to get back to fall asleep but she wanted nothing to do with her crib. After an hour in my arms I was exhausted and did not know what to do. I walked her in my bedroom and she saw the dogs sleeping. We got close to them and she pointed at my bed. She cuddled with them and eventually fell asleep. I made myself a little spot by her and fell asleep as well. After an hour or so, my husband thought he could put her in her crib and she woke up right away and started crying again. This time it did not stop. I you could tell she was tired but she kept on fighting. I needed to sit down for a minute, I just couldn’t anymore. I sat on the rocking chair to rest for a second and to my surprise, she did not cry. She squeezed me tight and cuddled on me. I was shocked. This was the first time she found comfort while I was sitting down. When I tried to put her in her crib eventually, she did not fight back. Needless to say, it was a rough night. She woke up again screaming at 6 so we decided to start the day early. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;New Years Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - While we were getting ready for our New Years Day lunch at my husband’s sisters, I was trying to do her hair in her high chair. I thought she was being silly and was playing with her head but I turned to look and she had fallen asleep. I immediately stopped and let her sleep. She needed that rest so bad that I was not going to interrupt her. After 20 minutes, I accidently banged on something and the dogs thought someone was at the door and it woke her when they started to bark. I brought her upstairs to change her dipper and I was not even done that she had already fallen asleep again on her changing table. I pulled up a stool and sat there watching her sleep for another good hour. Naptime is so difficult that I will do whatever it takes to make sure she has her rest. I was so not looking forward to bedtime. I was actually scared that she would not want to go to bed. I was so tired and knew that I would not be able to pull an all-nighter with her. At 7:30, she was all ready for bed. She said goodnight to daddy, gave him a kiss and we went upstairs. I had her in my arms and she pointed at her bed after 2 minutes. 5 minutes after I was downstairs. Victor could not believe it. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I could not believe it myself but I was so relieved. I was in bed not even half hour after.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Baby girl woke up twice during the night crying but it did not last. I was in and out in a few minutes and she woke up at 7:30 with her arms wide open. She had a nice smile on her face. I was so happy to see her smile that I picked her up right away and we went to see daddy and the dogs in the other room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n7HIbaG1j-o/TwOu3eJqCUI/AAAAAAAAByk/yJdENNLP0j8/s1600/Kyanne+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n7HIbaG1j-o/TwOu3eJqCUI/AAAAAAAAByk/yJdENNLP0j8/s320/Kyanne+007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dh7ZEQBaST8/TwOvE1unjCI/AAAAAAAABys/_k30PhlWQCw/s1600/Kyanne+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dh7ZEQBaST8/TwOvE1unjCI/AAAAAAAABys/_k30PhlWQCw/s320/Kyanne+008.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Doing my hair in the bathroom, she looked at the dogs sleeping on the heated tiles and she decided to join them. I took out some towels and she eventually relaxed for a bit, but she never got to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I honestly got scared the evening of New Years Eve. I was so confused... should I&amp;nbsp;let her cry and stay there to watch her or comfort her in my arms forever till I can’t any more. I sent out a message on the GLA Yahoo group and I got lots of replies to reconfirm my gut feeling that Yes I need to pick her up in my arms and make sure she knows mommy is responding to her need. Yes everyone and their dogs are telling me that I am spoiling her and I need to let her cry in her bed! I know they mean well, but they are not the ones that have read books and done some research on International Adoption for 3 ½ years. I made the decision the day we had her in our arms on Nov 19, 2011 that I would not let her cry in her bed. I talked to Victor again in the past few days so he could understand where I am coming from and he now realize as well that this is what’s best for her. It’s hard when family members are telling you what you should be doing. Isabelle, a friend of mine who has already adopted from Ethiopia borrowed me some of her books on attachment. I went over it with my husband tonight and he is on the same page as me. I’m not saying he was not agreeing with me, but as he had raised his 2 daughters in the past and have not read and researched as much as I have on adoption. We just needed to go over a few things together. I was still saying this evening that I wish she would want to sleep with us, but she wants her bed and I will respect that. I am not far away and as soon as I hear her cry, I am in her room in 10 seconds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday January 2, 2012&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Having slept 11 hours, last night, I must say that I am in a happy mood! Kyanne woke up with a big great smile. This morning she tried sunflower seed butter with her waffle. She ate some honeydew melon and seemed to have liked it. Today we enoyed the beautiful day outdoors for a bit. She is now comfortable walking around outdoors. I can’t wait to get more snow so we can really enjoy ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zSRraWdwcQQ/TwOxlGlOrbI/AAAAAAAABzU/dCVt4KVjAII/s1600/Kyanne+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zSRraWdwcQQ/TwOxlGlOrbI/AAAAAAAABzU/dCVt4KVjAII/s320/Kyanne+002.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nQ3w2YGZ6iY/TwOx5ev6dsI/AAAAAAAABzg/IwGMp-rXoZA/s1600/Kyanne+023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nQ3w2YGZ6iY/TwOx5ev6dsI/AAAAAAAABzg/IwGMp-rXoZA/s320/Kyanne+023.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7nqjVKBOqdM/TwOyM-D17lI/AAAAAAAABzs/i7RXyQKUA5s/s1600/Kyanne+054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7nqjVKBOqdM/TwOyM-D17lI/AAAAAAAABzs/i7RXyQKUA5s/s320/Kyanne+054.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O3cHKlHhPWg/TwOygyvAZRI/AAAAAAAABz4/7bM9FJ50wjs/s1600/Kyanne+068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O3cHKlHhPWg/TwOygyvAZRI/AAAAAAAABz4/7bM9FJ50wjs/s320/Kyanne+068.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414514236165848125-4866607568885097141?l=sylvic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/feeds/4866607568885097141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414514236165848125&amp;postID=4866607568885097141' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/4866607568885097141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/4866607568885097141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/2012/01/sleepless-new-year.html' title='Sleepless New Year'/><author><name>Sylvie and Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703886693652024477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31o38iPwy4s/TYAZatRrqVI/AAAAAAAAApU/pzD8o0uFjhU/s220/Winter%2B2011%2B090.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pxCnjFw2Mt4/TwOsjZzwSkI/AAAAAAAABxo/xBpzIqX5gOI/s72-c/Kyanne+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414514236165848125.post-4139921089956033357</id><published>2012-01-03T21:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T21:58:18.349-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Relax day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Today was a basic stay home day. When miss little princess decided to get up at 7:30 this morning, mommy was not really ready. I brought her in our bedroom and she played in the bed for a good half hour with the dogs while I was relaxing. I can feel it... she will soon cuddle with me in bed and rest!!! It’s coming!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;We went for 2 walks in the cold but I bundled her up all warm and she slept for a good hour. I decided to re-organize my bedroom and de-clutter. After I was done, we both took a shower and waited for daddy to come home for supper. I tried to put her in her crib for a nap but no luck today. At least she slept in the stroller. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I am getting the hang of staying at home now. I don’t feel an urge to run somewhere. I just love spending our alone time during the day. It’s so much fun and we are getting to know each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414514236165848125-4139921089956033357?l=sylvic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/feeds/4139921089956033357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414514236165848125&amp;postID=4139921089956033357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/4139921089956033357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/4139921089956033357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/2012/01/relax-day.html' title='Relax day!'/><author><name>Sylvie and Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703886693652024477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31o38iPwy4s/TYAZatRrqVI/AAAAAAAAApU/pzD8o0uFjhU/s220/Winter%2B2011%2B090.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414514236165848125.post-3184586780245309443</id><published>2011-12-29T23:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T23:16:00.767-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The bonding continues!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This morning, Kyanne helped mommy make buckwheat pancakes. They were delicious. She really does enjoy helping out when I prepare our meals. After breakfast I decided it was time to vacuum the house. I needed to keep her entertained as well so I took out the broom and she followed me everywhere in the house. When I was half way done, I turned around and she was walking behind me with her fingers in her ears smiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was just great. While I was in her room folding her cloths, she got up on the rocking chair by herself. I went over to make sure she did not fall and she took my hand and wanted me to sit. I thought she was joking. We both sat side by side in the chair and we rocked LOL! I even got to put her in my arms for 30 seconds hahha. 30 seconds is better than not at all. We sang some songs and laughed together. It felt so powerful! I can see that she will come around one day and we’ll be able to cuddle on the couch and relax. I can’t wait for that moment. I pretended to be sleeping on the floor in her bedroom and she was running away. Next thing I know, she comes on top of me with a big smile on her face and gives me a kiss on the lips. Yes!!! She did it without me asking. We had so much fun this morning just being silly. I think she learned what ‘do do’ means. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, she was a bit moody. She had slept in the car for about half hour and did not want to go in her bed. She was sound asleep in my arms and no way would she let me put her in her bed. I went downstairs and got the sling. She slept for another half hour on me, but I knew it would not be enough and we might have some trouble later...  She was really cuddly all afternoon. She was no longer sleepy, but she wanted to stay with me. It made no difference to me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ate butter chicken for supper. I was surprised she ate it. Hopefully she’ll start eating my raw food soon!!! Daddy on the other hand gave her a piece of his chocolate cake... I was not impressed hahah! She loves everything he eats... She wanted more and more... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Jocelyne came by to see Kyanne and give her a Christmas Present. When she put down the boxes, Kyanne knew what to do next. She got a cute shopping cart and a box full of plastic food. I made sure she understood that french fries, cookies, were not good for her. LOL! I think Kyanne was over tired after awhile because she started to cry for no reason. Daddy tried to get her to sleep in her bed but we could hear her crying nonstop. Mommy went upstairs, picked her up in my arms and she just melted on me. I so enjoy the moment when I can feel her body just letting go. She’s just to comfortable in my arms. I got her to fall asleep first and then had no problem to put her in her bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got up crying an hour after and I had to make her fall asleep in my arms again. Not sure if something is wrong but she did not seem comfortable. I’m afraid it’s going to be a long night... I better get to bed in case she needs me later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the white noise machine... did not really work last night. She got up 4 times and was up and ready to start her day at 7am. As soon as I walked in her room, she was lying down and only took 2 minutes to fall asleep, but she still woke up. I guess the machine will probably only work for when we have company and when Nicole gets home late and goes in her apartment. It will cut out the voices and the door noises. I guess children do get up during the night. Not sure if she has bad dreams, thinking where am I??? I guess the only thing I can do for her now is make sure I respond to her right away and make her feel at ease.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_y6Hq7U-Xn4/Tv0i01kbo4I/AAAAAAAABwI/O0WZfxdXGv8/s1600/Kyanne+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_y6Hq7U-Xn4/Tv0i01kbo4I/AAAAAAAABwI/O0WZfxdXGv8/s320/Kyanne+004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making pancakes... and sucking her thumb!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9wRttpD4wo/Tv0i_Cq8c2I/AAAAAAAABwQ/kQQpVUkBBP8/s1600/Kyanne+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9wRttpD4wo/Tv0i_Cq8c2I/AAAAAAAABwQ/kQQpVUkBBP8/s320/Kyanne+002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kyanne playing with Mrs. Potato Head and decided to try on the glasses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S4d_WS48FmU/Tv0jSVcfc_I/AAAAAAAABwY/3--PxNvaRlQ/s1600/Kyanne+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S4d_WS48FmU/Tv0jSVcfc_I/AAAAAAAABwY/3--PxNvaRlQ/s320/Kyanne+006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Loving her yogurt!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LuBVMnH_sZ8/Tv0jqTTTVhI/AAAAAAAABwk/qU9nVko7ESU/s1600/Kyanne+013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LuBVMnH_sZ8/Tv0jqTTTVhI/AAAAAAAABwk/qU9nVko7ESU/s320/Kyanne+013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My inspector is telling me that she needs to be changed LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ODn-93JrIXM/Tv0kFS78JDI/AAAAAAAABws/TKMVRT5BvSw/s1600/Kyanne+016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ODn-93JrIXM/Tv0kFS78JDI/AAAAAAAABws/TKMVRT5BvSw/s320/Kyanne+016.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My little Acadien Girl!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-94ELgm7-hok/Tv0kT6ft8tI/AAAAAAAABw4/AWmVoInAXSM/s1600/Kyanne+020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-94ELgm7-hok/Tv0kT6ft8tI/AAAAAAAABw4/AWmVoInAXSM/s320/Kyanne+020.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Before Kyanne came along, I used to dance with George&amp;nbsp; all the time in the kitchen. Today we danced the 3 of us. I think George was some happy to have her dance again. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JYOwCo6yO5U/Tv0krMqqgxI/AAAAAAAABxA/cS2gO5T8rfg/s1600/Kyanne+029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JYOwCo6yO5U/Tv0krMqqgxI/AAAAAAAABxA/cS2gO5T8rfg/s320/Kyanne+029.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tb3Uy3hEITk/Tv0k1OiaZrI/AAAAAAAABxI/ML6M309ALFc/s1600/Kyanne+036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tb3Uy3hEITk/Tv0k1OiaZrI/AAAAAAAABxI/ML6M309ALFc/s320/Kyanne+036.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Trying on Sam's e-collar LOL!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sZvxFFbrK-Y/Tv0lSUR4sbI/AAAAAAAABxU/lPEu8D_hcKE/s1600/Kyanne+051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sZvxFFbrK-Y/Tv0lSUR4sbI/AAAAAAAABxU/lPEu8D_hcKE/s320/Kyanne+051.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Opening her gift!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MChUsoh2pv8/Tv0l1ElSi5I/AAAAAAAABxc/3QqCp5vRFC0/s1600/Kyanne+055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MChUsoh2pv8/Tv0l1ElSi5I/AAAAAAAABxc/3QqCp5vRFC0/s320/Kyanne+055.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let the shopping begin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414514236165848125-3184586780245309443?l=sylvic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/feeds/3184586780245309443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414514236165848125&amp;postID=3184586780245309443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/3184586780245309443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/3184586780245309443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/2011/12/bonding-continues.html' title='The bonding continues!'/><author><name>Sylvie and Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703886693652024477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31o38iPwy4s/TYAZatRrqVI/AAAAAAAAApU/pzD8o0uFjhU/s220/Winter%2B2011%2B090.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_y6Hq7U-Xn4/Tv0i01kbo4I/AAAAAAAABwI/O0WZfxdXGv8/s72-c/Kyanne+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414514236165848125.post-8766411416424238486</id><published>2011-12-29T00:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T00:03:42.269-04:00</updated><title type='text'>White Noise Machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Kyanne decided that she no longer likes oatmeal. It’s a thing of the past. She’s now stuck on buckwheat waffles. I load it with almond butter or peanut butter and she just can’t have enough. Tomorrow, I will try making pancakes and see how it goes. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I was quite amazed this morning after breakfast. Kyanne is usually velcroed to my legs if I don’t have her in my arms when I try to clean up her mess after we are done eating, but today, she went to her toy box and played by herself. I could hear her talking. Don’t know if she has an imaginary friend but she was telling whoever what to do LOL! I stopped cleaning and watched her for a moment. It’s great to see her develop in her own way every day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Today we worked on pointing at her eyes, nose, and mouth. I think they practiced this at the orphanage because she knows where point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I drank about 8 cups of coffee today and I was still feeling sleepy in the afternoon. I know the rain was not helping but I needed to do something. I might have to consider getting an espresso machine instead of the Keurig machine. I guess I felt restless not being able to go outside. I decided to get back on track and do a little raw cooking this evening. I got Kyanne to help. She loved when I turned on the food processor and blender. She sits in her chair and watches mommy make a mess hahah! I made a batch of raw beet burgers, onion crackers. While I had a few empty trays left in my dehydrator, I decided to add some bananas and apples. I hope she likes them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;The first few months, Kyanne was doing great during the night. She was not waking up during the night. The past week, she’s been waking up crying at least twice during the night. Mommy does not like this new arrangement. I decided to get her a white noise machine. I have it on right now and&amp;nbsp;she has&amp;nbsp;not woken up yet!!! Usually she would have done so already. I’ll let you know tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Denise: Yes my plan is to go to Edmonton sometime in the spring and I would love to meet you and your family!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414514236165848125-8766411416424238486?l=sylvic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/feeds/8766411416424238486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414514236165848125&amp;postID=8766411416424238486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/8766411416424238486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/8766411416424238486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/2011/12/white-noise-machine.html' title='White Noise Machine'/><author><name>Sylvie and Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703886693652024477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31o38iPwy4s/TYAZatRrqVI/AAAAAAAAApU/pzD8o0uFjhU/s220/Winter%2B2011%2B090.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414514236165848125.post-3747684645191638369</id><published>2011-12-27T23:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T23:18:25.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Magical Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Having Kyanne present this Christmas was a blessing. I did not care about the hustle and bustle of getting things ready, making this and that... I just lived in the moment and enjoyed her presence. We visited my mom on Christmas Eve and had supper with her because we would only see her on Boxing Day when we have the get together on my dad’s side of the family with all the aunts, uncles and cousins. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I guess things change when you have a toddler. On Christmas Eve, we normally do a “réveillon “family gets together on Victor’s side after midnight mass (10 pm LOL!) and we eat all night. This year we were home drinking a glass of wine with Kyanne in bed at 10pm. We enjoyed being by ourselves. On Christmas morning, we made waffles and waited for the other family members to arrive to open the presents. Kyanne was pleasant as always. She was stuck with her first present. I knew this was going to happened. I told everyone I did not want any gifts for her but of course, she got plenty. The joy of having her home is so great. After our family Christmas lunch, we came home and spent another quite Christmas evening by ourselves. I think this is the best Christmas ever. In my pyjamas, glass of wine and a few dips and my loved ones. This was by far the quietest Christmas and the most memorable one of all. I am so grateful for my lovely family. Boxing Day, we had a lovely time as well with the family in Memramcook. We did 3 days of visiting where there were crowds of people and Kyanne was just great. She was happy to see everyone and made them laugh. She was very comfortable and at ease I found. She made sure Victor or I were always nearby. I love that she does that. She played the piano at my aunt. It was hilarious to see her. I think she’s going to be a dancer or play music. Every time she hears music, that body just starts to move. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;In the past couples of days, I find that Kyanne is saying more words. She catches on real fast. She still doesn’t say mommy but there’s a French son by 1755 that has the word goes like this “Oh mama, oh mama, oh mama, oh mama, Madelaine...” She started saying oh mama and laughs so I think she’ll say it soon. She already says papa and George. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I don’t know where she got this one but she raises her shoulders and shows her lips and laughs. It seems she’s trying to say “I don’t know”!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Renée taught the difference between hot and cold. She will squeeze her hands is she touches something cold. It’s too funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;This morning, she helped me unload the dishwasher. She’s starting to know where things are. There was a piece of paper on the floor and she picked it up, opened the garbage and throwed it in and said “ Yah”!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;She still loves giving kisses. She’s on a roll now. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;During the day, she learns new things, and we make sure to have lots of play time, and nap time. The afternoon naps are going well. It’s getting easier every week. In the evenings after daddy gets home, she’s just wild. She runs all over the house and screams. The dogs have a new routine now. After supper, they go upstairs to have peace and quiet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;All in all, I must say that I am not able to do everything I would like to do in a day, but the most important thing is that I get to spend it with my daughter. It’s not an easy task, but I love the challenge and would not trade it for anything else. I love being her mommy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ugv2Ope-JQ/Tvp-epO5bPI/AAAAAAAABsc/zsa3lrfZ47A/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Christams+2011+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ugv2Ope-JQ/Tvp-epO5bPI/AAAAAAAABsc/zsa3lrfZ47A/s320/Kyanne%253B+Christams+2011+005.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Kyanne being silly﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mfHSvhlIBk8/Tvp-kKwHmsI/AAAAAAAABsk/d-Nw_mtI8v8/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Christams+2011+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mfHSvhlIBk8/Tvp-kKwHmsI/AAAAAAAABsk/d-Nw_mtI8v8/s320/Kyanne%253B+Christams+2011+009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Opening her first gift on Christmas Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzKfqdh3tqg/Tvp-nRVsxiI/AAAAAAAABss/m3IhZ6eyPwk/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Christams+2011+035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzKfqdh3tqg/Tvp-nRVsxiI/AAAAAAAABss/m3IhZ6eyPwk/s320/Kyanne%253B+Christams+2011+035.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Picture with mommy and grand-ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T3kRUE59tuA/Tvp-r5YfVCI/AAAAAAAABs0/-J3XUtid8pw/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Christams+2011+053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T3kRUE59tuA/Tvp-r5YfVCI/AAAAAAAABs0/-J3XUtid8pw/s320/Kyanne%253B+Christams+2011+053.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GKIiucNoHcU/Tvp_JP2tszI/AAAAAAAABtA/9_uhpHwbhJo/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Christams+2011+090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GKIiucNoHcU/Tvp_JP2tszI/AAAAAAAABtA/9_uhpHwbhJo/s320/Kyanne%253B+Christams+2011+090.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Kyanne's new Dora bike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRL_WSoWnCc/Tvp_LXcjrAI/AAAAAAAABtI/Gop160AVjKc/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Christams+2011+112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRL_WSoWnCc/Tvp_LXcjrAI/AAAAAAAABtI/Gop160AVjKc/s320/Kyanne%253B+Christams+2011+112.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Making our waffles on Christmas Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CV8ezVc809o/Tvp_SZkrUFI/AAAAAAAABtY/BvRTG5aNlyE/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Christams+2011+127.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CV8ezVc809o/Tvp_SZkrUFI/AAAAAAAABtY/BvRTG5aNlyE/s320/Kyanne%253B+Christams+2011+127.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Christmas picture with Amanda&amp;nbsp;(Nicole and Renée's step-sister) and Amanda's dad, Ricky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gPpeLE4j2-g/Tvp_Vuc6LjI/AAAAAAAABtg/IiJAgjCzH9E/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Christams+2011+129.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gPpeLE4j2-g/Tvp_Vuc6LjI/AAAAAAAABtg/IiJAgjCzH9E/s320/Kyanne%253B+Christams+2011+129.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V2G70US9kIM/Tvp_c4TPqfI/AAAAAAAABto/FqfklABm_UE/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Christams+2011+172.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V2G70US9kIM/Tvp_c4TPqfI/AAAAAAAABto/FqfklABm_UE/s320/Kyanne%253B+Christams+2011+172.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Uncle Mathieu's gift all the way from Edmonton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cjcprH57PiE/Tvp_3IlmbUI/AAAAAAAABt0/o6o_cvqFc1s/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Christams+2011+177.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cjcprH57PiE/Tvp_3IlmbUI/AAAAAAAABt0/o6o_cvqFc1s/s320/Kyanne%253B+Christams+2011+177.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Amanda and Kyanne having fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3QYhkhIDtfA/Tvp_-Sbv4KI/AAAAAAAABt8/FzPxdwpeFGQ/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Christams+2011+189.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3QYhkhIDtfA/Tvp_-Sbv4KI/AAAAAAAABt8/FzPxdwpeFGQ/s320/Kyanne%253B+Christams+2011+189.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ux-irKCDens/TvqAC2mUupI/AAAAAAAABuE/CtvY4vimJcQ/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Christams+2011+193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ux-irKCDens/TvqAC2mUupI/AAAAAAAABuE/CtvY4vimJcQ/s320/Kyanne%253B+Christams+2011+193.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Princess Kyanne!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ShBqDdhiFx8/TvqBJ7YwNNI/AAAAAAAABus/UnATLEiLxgc/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Christams+2011+213.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ShBqDdhiFx8/TvqBJ7YwNNI/AAAAAAAABus/UnATLEiLxgc/s320/Kyanne%253B+Christams+2011+213.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ecj-s7uqCZ4/TvqBZoWWfrI/AAAAAAAABu0/6sSzh_rik50/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Christams+2011+241.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ecj-s7uqCZ4/TvqBZoWWfrI/AAAAAAAABu0/6sSzh_rik50/s320/Kyanne%253B+Christams+2011+241.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Daddy playing with Kyanne on Christmas evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9EaRePZNaOU/TvqB3ea6YNI/AAAAAAAABu8/1Cnb-pYOMrU/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Christams+2011+245.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9EaRePZNaOU/TvqB3ea6YNI/AAAAAAAABu8/1Cnb-pYOMrU/s320/Kyanne%253B+Christams+2011+245.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Our relaxed Christmas supper. What a treat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zHg_zzXkKqs/TvqD_jefkKI/AAAAAAAABvs/S0gPUQc0fks/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Christams+2011+249.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zHg_zzXkKqs/TvqD_jefkKI/AAAAAAAABvs/S0gPUQc0fks/s320/Kyanne%253B+Christams+2011+249.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hfewL8TBT6A/TvqEKUgPszI/AAAAAAAABv0/7WuPpWlQBRA/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Christams+2011+252.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hfewL8TBT6A/TvqEKUgPszI/AAAAAAAABv0/7WuPpWlQBRA/s320/Kyanne%253B+Christams+2011+252.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Having fun before bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yJWpifVmyKY/TvqEVGDAKzI/AAAAAAAABv8/betUksdwvAU/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Christams+2011+264.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yJWpifVmyKY/TvqEVGDAKzI/AAAAAAAABv8/betUksdwvAU/s320/Kyanne%253B+Christams+2011+264.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sam needs some time with daddy too. I think she's a bit jealous hahah﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xZG89DRk_0k/Tvp46wcYggI/AAAAAAAABpk/nzoOfygihec/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Camp+013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xZG89DRk_0k/Tvp46wcYggI/AAAAAAAABpk/nzoOfygihec/s320/Kyanne%253B+Camp+013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;At the camp for the first time with Kyanne. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i_sVg_wuTZ4/Tvp5JZatMZI/AAAAAAAABps/rX5Ji6LYWIU/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Camp+014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i_sVg_wuTZ4/Tvp5JZatMZI/AAAAAAAABps/rX5Ji6LYWIU/s320/Kyanne%253B+Camp+014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kyanne likes her new sled she got from matante Margo for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RxPgEcssuHo/Tvp5T4X50PI/AAAAAAAABp0/zA1XRthG_Vc/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Camp+024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RxPgEcssuHo/Tvp5T4X50PI/AAAAAAAABp0/zA1XRthG_Vc/s320/Kyanne%253B+Camp+024.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN8E7UuY1Yo/Tvp5hw6zhxI/AAAAAAAABp8/Lydrj8RUAo0/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Camp+029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AN8E7UuY1Yo/Tvp5hw6zhxI/AAAAAAAABp8/Lydrj8RUAo0/s320/Kyanne%253B+Camp+029.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pmm3VQdMyfM/Tvp54B85-5I/AAAAAAAABqE/TtnIgUttNWM/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Camp+034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pmm3VQdMyfM/Tvp54B85-5I/AAAAAAAABqE/TtnIgUttNWM/s320/Kyanne%253B+Camp+034.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Kyanne learned a new game... lets help mommy clean. LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414514236165848125-3747684645191638369?l=sylvic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/feeds/3747684645191638369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414514236165848125&amp;postID=3747684645191638369' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/3747684645191638369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/3747684645191638369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/2011/12/magical-christmas.html' title='Magical Christmas'/><author><name>Sylvie and Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703886693652024477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31o38iPwy4s/TYAZatRrqVI/AAAAAAAAApU/pzD8o0uFjhU/s220/Winter%2B2011%2B090.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ugv2Ope-JQ/Tvp-epO5bPI/AAAAAAAABsc/zsa3lrfZ47A/s72-c/Kyanne%253B+Christams+2011+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414514236165848125.post-7602208991507157031</id><published>2011-12-23T00:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T00:28:53.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiti - Tuesday Leaving Haiti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Tuesday, November 22, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Coming Home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;This morning, there was no rush to get ready. The driver was picking us up around 10 in the morning. We still didn’t know if we were going home. I prayed God that evening to make sure we would get on that plane. We had breakfast, packed and went on the balcony for a bit to relax. It was fun to spend time with Nikki. I wish she lived down home. I am going to miss all of them. Now that we are bringing Kyanne home, I’m not sure when we will see them again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;When the driver picked us up, the first thing I asked him was if he had talked to Therriot. The answer was no. He said he would call us on the way to the airport. As we were driving, every time his cell rang, we all looked at each other thinking... is it Therriot calling to say he has the paperwork??? But no it was James calling Nicole LOL! James had gone to school that morning and he was going to meet us to say goodbye. I had Kyanne sitting on me all the way to IBESR office. I was praying that we were going to make it on that plane and bring Kyanne home. We parked on the side of the street, facing the IBESR sign. How long were we going to wait??? I guess God did answer my pray. Therriot walked out of the office with a folder in his hands. He had a big smile on his face. Victor rolled down the window and he handed the documents to us. We were all screaming of joy! This journey had to end in suspense. It seems that there was always something trying to get in the way. I guess I showed them that I was the boss and there was nothing stopping me from bringing my baby girl home. I think Victor started breathing again after Therriot left LOL!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;James came by after to see Nicole. He’s such a great guy. I hope he gets to come and visit us someday in Canada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;When we got to the airport, Angela, a girl from Alberta, Canada met us to say hi and bye I guess. Nicole and I had met her last year when we were at GLA for volunteer work. She is back and wanted to come see us before we left with Kyanne. I was happy to see her. When we first entered, we got stopped at the entrance by a guard. He wanted to see all my adoption paper work. He questioned why Kyanne’s passport was signed and she was a minor. He asked if I knew Therriot, because he signed the passport. I said he works at GLA and he’s the one doing the adoption paperwork. I was relieved that he started being nice because he had a straight face at first. He took a long time to check everything but he finally let us go. After we got our boarding passes, I had to show our adoption papers to the immigration officer. He just had a quick glance at them and let us through. When we passed the second security, we got stopped again for our adoption paper work. This is where I got asked for the IBESR paperwork.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Thank god I had spoken to Brandon on that Sunday evening, because if we would of gone this far and got stopped at this point and not have that document with us... I don’t think it would have finished well. I think my husband or I would have lost it!!! But thankfully everything worked out for us and we are brining Kyanne home to Canada. I just can’t wait to get on that plane. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Kyanne was fine at the beginning, but of course, the flight was delayed a bit so she got board. I got her in the sling for the first time and she was fine. I was walking with her and got to see the planes through the glass window and got her to say bye bye Haiti. She looked at me, turned to the window and waved bye bye and gave a kiss with her hand. She was saying good bye to her native Country. I will bring her back and make sure she knows where she was born. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;The most wonderful feeling of all was when I was walking up the stairs of that Air Canada Plane! I had tears running down my cheeks. I’ve waited so long for this moment. Victor and the girls were so happy seeing me walk up the stairs. She had adopted a few years ago as well and had her girl with her on the plane. She was happy to see that we were the first from GLA to bring home a child after the earthquake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;The flight went well. Kyanne loved the tv screen. We put on some cartoons and she was screaming and banging on the screen. I think it was the first time she saw a tv. She got restless a few times, but nothing mommy could not handle. I walked her down the aisle till she got sleepy and then daddy would take her in his arms and she would sleep. We had quite the system LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;We passed Immigration in Montreal fairly quickly. When we got her paperwork, I was some relieved. My baby girl is in Canada and we can now begin our lives together. We got to the hotel and she went straight to bed. We had her all bundled up the covers and were all staring at her. We all made our phone calls to our family to let them know we were in Canada. I then called Liette to let her know we had made it! I could not wait to talk to her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;The next morning, we got up quickly to catch our flight. We left her in her pyjamas. She was so sleepy. We got to the airport and because of the snow; the flight was delayed for several hours. We had a 2 ½ hour wait in Ottawa so I was not worried. When we got on the plane, we had to wait our turn to de-ice the plane. I asked the flight attendant if they could call to see if we would make our flight to Moncton ornot. She said they could not do that but at the end, she came to see me and said the pilot had called. I just wanted to get home. When we landed in Ottawa, there was a guy waiting at the gate and said ‘are you going to Moncton’? We said yes! He said the plane is waiting for you so run. I could not believe this... we were going to make it!!! We got to the gate, the lady, said go they are waiting for you guys. We ran and when we got to the end of the ramp, there was no plane... We got to the gate and told the lady there that there was no plane to get on. She said yes, it’s there! They are waiting for you guys. She went to look for herself and ... there was no plane. She was some mad. She make some calls and then came to tell us that there was miss communication and the pilot never got the message and left. So what did that mean for us... we got on another plane back to Montreal, were we started at and then we would take another plane to Moncton. Kyanne was so good through all of this. She was having fun. She slept on most of the flights. When we got back to Montreal, we got enough time to get her dress in a cute outfit, grab a bit to eat for the plane. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;While we were in the air, heading for Moncton, the pilot made an announcement that we might not be able to land... There was a snow storm. He said they had confirmed half hour ago that it was ok to land, but they had requested another test to make sure. At this point, I just wanted to get home, but what can you do when Mother Nature gets in the way!!! We did land at the end. We got out of the plane and there was about 40 people waiting for Kyanne. I could not believe it. People made their way in the snow storm to come see her. Victor, Nicole and Renée all asked me how I wanted to process when we walked in the airport. I wanted Kyanne in my arms! There was no question about i. I left her in the sling for a few minutes and then got her out and Nicole and Renée took her to see everyone. We are so blessed to have such a great family and friends. They supported me all through this journey and they all came to meet us home as a family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;We came home Haitian style. We tried to put Kyanne in the car seat in the storm but it did not work. I sat in the backseat with her in my arms facing my chest. I put the seatbelt on and we drove home. At this point, I was not going to traumatize her the first hour she got to Canada. We got home and the dogs were so happy to see us. I did not know what to expect from the meet and greet with Kyanne and the dogs, but it went great. They were calm and gave her a few kisses. She did not get scared. It took her a few minutes and then she started pointing the finger at speaking some words we did not understand LOL! For some reason, they listened to her and they sat down and obeyed her commands haha. &lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E9AW4S-xgzY/TugK4cI9VJI/AAAAAAAABbE/dF8R_rrBlo0/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+596.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E9AW4S-xgzY/TugK4cI9VJI/AAAAAAAABbE/dF8R_rrBlo0/s320/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+596.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last morning waking up in Haiti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mDqRTQD28MI/TugLozsV-XI/AAAAAAAABbM/jYTBkMrRd5w/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+631.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mDqRTQD28MI/TugLozsV-XI/AAAAAAAABbM/jYTBkMrRd5w/s320/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+631.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The wonderful Nikki!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YnAEQdHW4zc/TugMNvcGHgI/AAAAAAAABbU/g-qPjpINk8A/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+634.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YnAEQdHW4zc/TugMNvcGHgI/AAAAAAAABbU/g-qPjpINk8A/s320/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+634.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All set to go. Last family picture in Haiti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0D0ffW4M9UY/TugMYhCqwlI/AAAAAAAABbc/E7_QgC3P5Ww/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+635.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0D0ffW4M9UY/TugMYhCqwlI/AAAAAAAABbc/E7_QgC3P5Ww/s320/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+635.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy and Kyanne having fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iJcXt_cf3Us/TugMjXSC6fI/AAAAAAAABbk/72oblN6oa0M/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+638.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iJcXt_cf3Us/TugMjXSC6fI/AAAAAAAABbk/72oblN6oa0M/s320/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+638.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IBESR Office in PAP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jxc3vqz0etM/TugOX3BgiRI/AAAAAAAABbs/RVQOLc7Ej64/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+641.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jxc3vqz0etM/TugOX3BgiRI/AAAAAAAABbs/RVQOLc7Ej64/s320/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+641.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Therriot arrived with our missing document. Amen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qGscATtpHlE/TugOhXFFx9I/AAAAAAAABb0/Q4QRylrACdw/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+642.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qGscATtpHlE/TugOhXFFx9I/AAAAAAAABb0/Q4QRylrACdw/s320/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+642.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mBMr6ZCm1Ic/TugOs8u8skI/AAAAAAAABb8/Y9mvz4P18Ao/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+644.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mBMr6ZCm1Ic/TugOs8u8skI/AAAAAAAABb8/Y9mvz4P18Ao/s320/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+644.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/---Tdn2nDIHM/TugPSHlVvxI/AAAAAAAABcE/L8kzKlslriU/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+645.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fwY2zmTWDqk/TugTOc_cIcI/AAAAAAAABc0/u9qvLuSOPp0/s320/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+677.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting to go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JnpPoyl2zhs/TugdJx-Su8I/AAAAAAAABdc/Jmx-UG-sQ7E/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+683.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JnpPoyl2zhs/TugdJx-Su8I/AAAAAAAABdc/Jmx-UG-sQ7E/s320/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+683.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a feeling... walking up those stairs. xox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mCTYuwofjPg/TugTY8qbL-I/AAAAAAAABc8/8qiLzx4h2Po/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+681.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Yahoo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEarvqiuJJU/TugecVNalcI/AAAAAAAABeE/rWiy9zKZ3qQ/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+708.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hEarvqiuJJU/TugecVNalcI/AAAAAAAABeE/rWiy9zKZ3qQ/s320/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+708.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_MIjwAvZ5AA/TugenvOsckI/AAAAAAAABeM/ilynyIOj3l4/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+710.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_MIjwAvZ5AA/TugenvOsckI/AAAAAAAABeM/ilynyIOj3l4/s320/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+710.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My baby girl is home in Canada!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9VcrCtfTXKE/TugeyKAgzVI/AAAAAAAABeU/uAo2UCCyyXs/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+715.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9VcrCtfTXKE/TugeyKAgzVI/AAAAAAAABeU/uAo2UCCyyXs/s320/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+715.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let the fun begin LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414514236165848125-7602208991507157031?l=sylvic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/feeds/7602208991507157031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414514236165848125&amp;postID=7602208991507157031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/7602208991507157031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/7602208991507157031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/2011/12/haiti-tuesday-leaving-haiti.html' title='Haiti - Tuesday Leaving Haiti'/><author><name>Sylvie and Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703886693652024477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31o38iPwy4s/TYAZatRrqVI/AAAAAAAAApU/pzD8o0uFjhU/s220/Winter%2B2011%2B090.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E9AW4S-xgzY/TugK4cI9VJI/AAAAAAAABbE/dF8R_rrBlo0/s72-c/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+596.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414514236165848125.post-5256602834010147413</id><published>2011-12-23T00:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T00:19:42.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiti - Monday Meeting  Kyanne's biological mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Monday, November 21, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Princess was still sleeping at 7am. We had to wake her up. I guess she must be catching up from the nursery with all the babies crying. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Brandon had cereal out for breakfast so I took out my oatmeal flax and she loved it. Mommy too! We dropped off his kids to school before heading out to the main house for the day. Victor walked Koffee to the school yard. It was nice to see all the children playing in the yard. When we got to GLA, we went to see our little friends, Théo, Nathan and Clay up in the nursery. We enjoyed spending time with them on the balcony. We met Théo’s sponsor. She’s a lovely lady. She was cuddling with him and he had a big smile on his face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I spoke to Melissa about the paper that is now needed at the airport since the earthquake. She did not know what I was talking about. She said she would call Dixie and ask. She confirmed that the lady I was talking about, her son was at GLA, however it was BRESMA, the O. that took care of the paperwork. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;We were not there even half hour and Melissa came to tell us that Berline’s biological mother was waiting for us downstairs. I was in shock! I did not know how I was going to do this. I walked downstairs and with Kyanne in my arms to see her bio mother. The experience was very emotional. I don’t think I can describe how I felt inside. Kyanne’s bio mother is very young. She had a big smile on her face when she saw us. She knows we are bringing her little girl to Canada. I tried to give her Kyanne so she could hold her; however Kyanne started crying and wanted to be in my arms. Tears were running down her cheeks. I then got Victor to take Kyanne so I could talk with her and she saw Kyanne’s big smile when she went in daddy’s arms. I honestly believe she felt relieved and knows her little girl is already comfortable with her forever family. Magalie had to translate because she only spoke Créole. We asked about health issues in her family and any information she had about the bio dad. She said there was no treatning disease that she knows of. She said Kyanne’s bio dad was big and tall. I told her that we are going to take good care of Kyanne and she smiled. I handed her the pendant and chain I had bought for her with a picture of Kyanne on one side and a picture of Kyanne, my husband and I on the other side. I told her she will be reminded that she’s in a good home. She asked us if we would sponsor Kyanne’s siblings. She has another son and daughter, 3 and 6 years old and she can’t afford to send them to school. She was living in Kenscoff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;and now she has moved to Site Soleil, the slums of Haiti. She is not doing well. She also announced to us that she was pregnant again. She was 9 months pregnant... ready to have her child. I lost it when she said that. I was crying. I could not believe what I was hearing. She said she was going to keep this one. How on earth can she be pregnant again!!! It’s so hard to understand life in Haiti. We could not even tell she was pregnant until she got up. We said we would sponsor her children next year when school starts. We’ll be able to do this through GLA.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Before she left, we took some pictures with her and one with her giving Kyanne a kiss on the cheek. We gave her some money as well. I pray God that she will use that money wisely to help her children. I felt good for Kyanne’s sake that we got to meet her. Renée was very emotional during our time with Kyanne’s bio mother. When Kyanne grows up, I want to show her pictures of her bio mother and let her know that she loved her very much. It took her almost 4 hours to get to GLA on 4 tap taps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;James brought us to the Lookout ‘Leboutlier’ for some shopping and site seeing. Words and pictures cannot describe the view from up there. We stayed there for a good half hours looking over Haiti. It’s so beautiful. James was able to point out were Site Soleil was. It’s far from where we were. I had Kyanne in my arms, and I was crying. It was really emotional for me. I finally had my baby girl in my arms and I am talking her home with me. Kyanne will not have to worry to have food in her tummy, a warm place to sleep, but what about her siblings??? Bringing her home is tougher that I thought it was going to be. I thought I was going to be happy, but for some reason, I feel sadness. Yes we are bringing her home but I feel so much pain for her bio mother and her children. Why did she get pregnant again and she doesn’t have a job and she can’t afford to send her 2 other children to school??? Live is very different in Haiti. They don’t know if they will have food on the table tomorrow, and yet they are happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;After lunch, we went to play with our little friends on the balcony. Théo was again shy when he first saw me coming but like always, he starts smiling after a few minutes.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Every time I tried to take a picture of him, he smiled after LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Nathan fell in love with me hahah! He was squeezing me but the legs each time I walked by him. If I bend down to be with him, he would just jump in my arms and cuddle. Clay always has a big smile on his face. He is such a lovely boy. He always wants to be picked up. I was taking with one of his volunteer that was actually there a few months ago. She said she spent a lot of one on one time with him and he was a sweet boy. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I can’t say enough how GLA has a good volunteer program. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;We are getting to know our little Kyanne in all her true colours. She needs to have her way or she throws herself on the floor. She’s a handful that’s for sure LOL! I knew it was not going to be all pretty, but to throw herself on the floor.. Yikes!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Before we headed back to the guest house, I asked Melissa and Theriot did not have the IBESR paper yet. She said he was going back first thing in the morning and he would meet us at the airport. So nothing like suspense till the last minute. At this point, I honestly did not care if we were making the flight or not. We would go so Nicole and Renée could go back. I now have Kyanne with me and that’s all that matters. If it takes 2 more days, well so be it! I stressed enough for timeframes and paperwork to make its way to the next stage. Not anymore.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have her and that’s all that matters. We’ll see what tomorrow brings. &lt;/span&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_wwBx6Xp2Ko/Tu_hQG-cNJI/AAAAAAAABiE/kDfOTiuTABs/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+441.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_wwBx6Xp2Ko/Tu_hQG-cNJI/AAAAAAAABiE/kDfOTiuTABs/s320/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+441.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;View of the Palais from the lookout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7NnmYXJWxeQ/Tu_h7yEfsuI/AAAAAAAABiM/5FKeibxofOw/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+442.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7NnmYXJWxeQ/Tu_h7yEfsuI/AAAAAAAABiM/5FKeibxofOw/s320/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+442.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PV4jeXaOg64/Tu_mDCXlKzI/AAAAAAAABjM/VhHy-FT-lTM/s320/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+551.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qdi4P7QZTZE/Tu_mb_xOl7I/AAAAAAAABjc/VCTy9KqCRhc/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+560.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qdi4P7QZTZE/Tu_mb_xOl7I/AAAAAAAABjc/VCTy9KqCRhc/s320/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+560.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DWuk9jjVhGY/Tu_mmTkQ7YI/AAAAAAAABjk/jt8wwI7trcs/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+569.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DWuk9jjVhGY/Tu_mmTkQ7YI/AAAAAAAABjk/jt8wwI7trcs/s320/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+569.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zjbLJG55nks/Tu_mw0ADOOI/AAAAAAAABjs/DdOl6Orp1eM/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+583.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zjbLJG55nks/Tu_mw0ADOOI/AAAAAAAABjs/DdOl6Orp1eM/s320/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+583.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kyanne's passport, visa and travel documents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e0-Mtf33JN0/Tu63O6sXe7I/AAAAAAAABfk/y5dU0XOdh-g/s1600/IMG_1294.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e0-Mtf33JN0/Tu63O6sXe7I/AAAAAAAABfk/y5dU0XOdh-g/s320/IMG_1294.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ApzKk2LgrYc/Tu63y7YtRuI/AAAAAAAABf0/x9ugZ61g_Jc/s1600/IMG_1297.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ApzKk2LgrYc/Tu63y7YtRuI/AAAAAAAABf0/x9ugZ61g_Jc/s320/IMG_1297.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;View from the lookout, Haiti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7c3WBR9nlRE/Tu63fig5x9I/AAAAAAAABfs/_8Wt_TDPyxQ/s1600/IMG_1295.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7c3WBR9nlRE/Tu63fig5x9I/AAAAAAAABfs/_8Wt_TDPyxQ/s320/IMG_1295.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rz-HbCRmKmg/Tu63-6eUA2I/AAAAAAAABf8/IubKkijEDwA/s1600/IMG_1305.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rz-HbCRmKmg/Tu63-6eUA2I/AAAAAAAABf8/IubKkijEDwA/s320/IMG_1305.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saying goodbye to Haiti. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5tLZrrsud-o/Tu6402ri_HI/AAAAAAAABgU/8sDER9zo4PE/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+303.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5tLZrrsud-o/Tu6402ri_HI/AAAAAAAABgU/8sDER9zo4PE/s320/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+303.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wislande!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3H6IAii9zMA/Tu65CuLaILI/AAAAAAAABgc/L1JNBMIfXzA/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+307.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3H6IAii9zMA/Tu65CuLaILI/AAAAAAAABgc/L1JNBMIfXzA/s320/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+307.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBQMilP7N2k/Tu64p1bxfzI/AAAAAAAABgM/l0bIrHcmX54/s1600/IMG_1326.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBQMilP7N2k/Tu64p1bxfzI/AAAAAAAABgM/l0bIrHcmX54/s320/IMG_1326.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vqZsycclRMg/Tu64Klr9CYI/AAAAAAAABgE/egVa_MKMU1c/s1600/IMG_1322.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vqZsycclRMg/Tu64Klr9CYI/AAAAAAAABgE/egVa_MKMU1c/s320/IMG_1322.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--YnMKdz0Kx8/Tu65NpT8Z1I/AAAAAAAABgk/a5WcUEZNdY4/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+342.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--YnMKdz0Kx8/Tu65NpT8Z1I/AAAAAAAABgk/a5WcUEZNdY4/s320/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+342.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eNfDJFB6e0U/Tu65zrsHdAI/AAAAAAAABgs/qlgwtQJ7kSQ/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+352.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eNfDJFB6e0U/Tu65zrsHdAI/AAAAAAAABgs/qlgwtQJ7kSQ/s320/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+352.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meeting Kyanne's birth mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Vyq7h2bPNw/Tu65-C8Z8bI/AAAAAAAABg0/PIwMIzXAh4k/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+354.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Vyq7h2bPNw/Tu65-C8Z8bI/AAAAAAAABg0/PIwMIzXAh4k/s320/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+354.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kyanne's birth mother giving her a goodbye kiss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eiq0NNp3fiQ/Tu66QycoPeI/AAAAAAAABg8/1r6wThBPNdE/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+357.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eiq0NNp3fiQ/Tu66QycoPeI/AAAAAAAABg8/1r6wThBPNdE/s320/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+357.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Staff @ GLA Susie, Holli and Melissa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-00iKZ0yv-8o/Tu66cY8r0lI/AAAAAAAABhE/CH1V65ftzYk/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+359.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-00iKZ0yv-8o/Tu66cY8r0lI/AAAAAAAABhE/CH1V65ftzYk/s320/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+359.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NIR1zI8ACa0/Tu66-X1rGbI/AAAAAAAABhU/Gnwolgeaob0/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+363.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NIR1zI8ACa0/Tu66-X1rGbI/AAAAAAAABhU/Gnwolgeaob0/s320/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+363.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Family picture xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NRKbUDQiZ_8/Tu67JbQAC2I/AAAAAAAABhc/Xl2cTolPDUQ/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+386.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NRKbUDQiZ_8/Tu67JbQAC2I/AAAAAAAABhc/Xl2cTolPDUQ/s320/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+386.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zm0Kb4fl0BM/Tu67guv0mVI/AAAAAAAABhs/77Ji6WZ-uFM/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+439.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zm0Kb4fl0BM/Tu67guv0mVI/AAAAAAAABhs/77Ji6WZ-uFM/s320/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+439.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nicole and James&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QrLv0ef0ULs/Tu67UEnVnpI/AAAAAAAABhk/NGxfqAreOno/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+399.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QrLv0ef0ULs/Tu67UEnVnpI/AAAAAAAABhk/NGxfqAreOno/s320/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+399.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet adorable Théo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_nUHdHBa8GI/TugDOSmqs3I/AAAAAAAABaU/rfGLx5e-qxQ/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+544.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_nUHdHBa8GI/TugDOSmqs3I/AAAAAAAABaU/rfGLx5e-qxQ/s320/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+544.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Children at the toddler house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D-jye_-Rc44/TugDZRwXUEI/AAAAAAAABac/jpt16NE4n68/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+551.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D-jye_-Rc44/TugDZRwXUEI/AAAAAAAABac/jpt16NE4n68/s320/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+551.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Renée and I giving treats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zL-GgSfk8Yk/TugEEPEYWVI/AAAAAAAABak/R0N-jhuCl98/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+554.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I honestly don’t think I sleet too much again... Kyanne slept in between us and I was always looking at her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Poor Brandon (guest house host) has to look after us while Nikki, his wife is in Louisiana visiting her mom. I’ll see her on Monday when she gets back. I am really looking forward to catch up with her. They gave us the girl’s room again. That was so nice of them. It made me feel more at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Kyanne slept the whole night. I was so proud of her. She woke her up at 6 am. I think she could have even slept longer; however we were both staring at her and touching her face, hair, arms... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;We went on the balcony for a while till everyone else woke up. We started our first morning looking at the beautiful mountains of Haiti. It’s some gorgeous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Brandon made us chocolate banana bread for breakfast. I don’t call that breakfast but hey, that’s waht we ate. Kyanne seemed to have liked it. Mommy not so much but I will survive. For me banana bread is for dessert... not breakfast LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;We got all dressed to go to church. Brandon is the pastor of a Haitian Church just 2 houses down the road. Kyanne did amazing in there. She was really quiet. Of course she was sitting on daddy’s laps. Half way through the service, I started getting her attention by playing pick a bou in silence. At one point, I had a toy she liked and he took it from my hand and touched my fingers. She was looking at me straight in the eyes, looking at my fingers and smiling back at me. I reached my arms for her and she wanted to come. I picked her up and she hugged me. At that point, I sort of lost it. I excused myself and went outside with her. I was crying and crying. I was so happy that she finally made her way to me. I thanked God for that wonderful moment and many more to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;We all headed down to the main house for a nice meal.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We had rice and beans, vegetable and mangos. I prepared a plate for Kyanne, cut up everything in small pieces; however she started picking in my plate. She stole my avocado and she just loved it. I tonight she would not like it but she did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;When we got the main house, we had a few minutes before lunch so Renée and I raced upstairs to see Théo, Clay and Nathan. They were all in the nursery. They are all handsome boys! We gave them big hugs and kisses and the bell rang to go eat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;After lunch, we came back to the house and all took a nap before going for lunch at the main house. Kyanne fell asleep in my arms. I laid her down in bed and she stayed right on me. She’s my little angel and I don’t want to let her go. When we all go up, we went to see Fort Jacques. This is where they are building the new orphanage. The view is just breath taken! On the way there she sat on my laps, but all she did was stair. It was so bumpy and it was only her second car ride. She did not cry or anything. She’s a really good girl. I can’t wait to see all the building completed. It’s a large piece of land and the toddlers will have lots of room to play outdoors. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Kyanne had a blast there. She took out her true colours. She was running after the Great Dane... huge dog! On our way back, she was really calm. She was having fun with Renée’s sun glasses. She’s quite the character. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Supper was chilli dogs on white bread. You don’t understand who I crave my fruits, veggies and whole grain bread. The chilli was vegetarian but again... not my cup of tea! Brandon had hot dogs for the gang. I did not give one to Kyanne. She just had a chilli dog with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Renée and I got her in the tub but she started to cry. We only took a facecloth again and washed her as best as we could. I got her in her pyjamas and she fell asleep on my right away. She stayed on me all evening while we were talking in the living room with Pastor Brandon. He mentioned how we were the first to bring home a child since the earthquake. I was&amp;nbsp;telling him&amp;nbsp; that&amp;nbsp;there was a lady from the states that brought her son back in September. He kept on saying no that we were the first. Before going to bed, I was talking with Renée and told her that if that was the case, then I was a little worried. That lady from the states had told me that when we go to pick up our daughter to make sure we were ready for any unexpected surprises. She said she was at the airport ready to go home and there was a missing document she needed. She had to book another flight for a few days later so they could get that document from IBESR. Because I knew her son was at GLA, I did not see the need to tell Melissa about it because they would already know. Renée was a bit concern but I told her I didn’t care if we had the document or not. I told her that I had Kyanne and I was not going home without her now. I guess we’ll have to wait and see tomorrow when I talk to Melissa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Today was my day! I am so blessed to have her in our lives now. 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Thank God we did not rely on our wakeup call…( I had read the reviews on trip advisor!!!) It felt like the morning of my wedding day. Both Nicole and Renée helping me to get ready for the Bid Day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy that they are on this journey with us. It makes it more special. I love them so dearly. Renée said to her dad... “Today is the last day I am going to be your little girl” We all laughed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you flying with continental made it less stressful that our last trip with Insel Air. We did not worry at all. The only thing, it cost us $250 to bring the donations. Oh well, It’s worth every penny knowing it will put a lot of smiles on those children’s faces at Christmas. We got supplies for the children that are not as fortunate as Kyanne and be home with loving families. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour before we were boarding, I heard in he speaker “Cormier party of 4... Please come to the gate”. I immediately jumped and ran to the desk. She took our passports and was making funny faces. I did not panic but I was not too sure. I started talking to her and told her w were on our way to Haiti to bring home our daughter. Her face lit up and she congratulated us on the new addition to our family she said “I don’t understand why the computer alerted me to see your passports because they are all in the system. She finished by saying, It was probably so you could hare your story with me...” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am sitting in the plane... not sleeping like usual. I had a double shot of espresso in my Starbucks coffee. I wanted to make sure I had lots of energy... I might not be sleeping for a while.. Who knows hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Melissa yesterday to leave Kyanne upstairs when we arrive so we can get ready. I wanted to capture the moment on video. This is going to be a day that we will never forget in our hearts!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m giving birth!!! In a few hours, I will be fully responsible for my little princess. There are going to be some adjustments... Whatever the case may be... I am ready for the next chapter in my life. I know that by nature, I’m a planner, now I have to live one day at a time and walk the path that the day is going to lead me to. I’m sure that this morning, Kyanne is getting all the attention that she normally wants. I’m sure the nannies are going to miss her. They are probably telling her that her mommy, daddy and sisters are coming to get her to start her new life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That little girl doesn’t know what’s coming. Will she attach to us right way??? Will she want to be held by all of us or just one of us??? Will she cry on the flight home??? Who knows!!! Today is a new beginning for all of us. A day that from now on, there will be no more trying to plan ahead... I am letting everything go and will enjoy every moment. Good and Bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Landed in PAP on time. Everything went smoothly, when we got outside except the people trying to handle our luggage. One of the guys basically ran over me with Victor’s suitcase. I had to to scream STOP and get frustrated at one of them. They all stopped and apologised. When we got to the end of the strip where all the vehicles are parked, Nicole spotted James and she ran in his arms. She was so happy to see him after a year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;As I am writing, I have Kyanne sleeping beside me. She is perfect! She is sucking her little thumb and playing with her hair just like mama did when she was young. This is so cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Now the story on the Reunion... It goes something like this...Not as I wanted it to be but still the perfect little angle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;We got to the main house and I started to cry when I saw Melissa waiting for us in the driveway. I knew this was it. I ran to her to give her a big hug. She squeezed me really hard and said she was so happy that we were here. I went to the bathroom and got James to video tape and Susie, the monthly update coordinator to take pictures. I had everyone organized like I wanted LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Not a second after I said we are ready, there she was coming out of the office. She stood there and just stared at us. Melissa handed her to me and she immediately opens her little arms toward Victor. We all tried to take her in our arms but she is already daddy’s girl. I was a bit disappointed however, I was happy that she was comfortable with one of us. I felt a little hurt but that is all me being selfish... I know she will eventually love us and know we are her family. This is all new to her and we need to give her time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Nicole and Renée went to get Théo right away from the nursery. Renée had tears in her eyes. I think it got to her that he was not coming home yet and he should. They all should be with their forever families... Nathan, Clay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I ran to the truck to get the doll I got for her and she threw it on the floor right away. So... what was I going to do? I was in no panic mode ... she just didn’t want to be with me right now... I knew she was my daughter and she will eventually come around. The question is just when????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;You could tell that daddy’s heart has been taken. He’s just a natural with children. He is so calm and loving. With his big arms and chest... no wonder she wanted to be in his arms and not mine hahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I then had a bright idea! I went in the truck again to get the telephone Liette got her as a gift. As soon as I rattled the phone, her eyes turned towards me and she had her arms wide open. Liette saved the day!!! Thank you thank you Liette! Michno, a little boy who I got to know from the few times I’ve been to GLA. He is the oldest at the main house. He goes to the toddler house during the day, but comes back to the main house in the evening. He saw me with Kyanne and said: “Berline is leaving” from up in the balcony. When he saw me after downstairs, he said “Mama Berline with a big smile!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Not even 15 minutes after, she was running to us and not being afraid. I was so happy and relieved to see her in my arms. It was really funny watching her little head turning each was looking for daddy. We only stayed 1 hr at the main house. It was Saturday and the office staff was not really working. They made an exception to greet us on Sat so we did not stay there long. We went to the guest house so we could get ready for supper. Nikki is in the US visiting her mom so Brandon was the chef for a few days and taking care of us. I was really excited to see the kids. They are greeted us with warm hugs. Kyanne did really good in the car. She was on daddy’s lap and was just staring with her beautiful brown eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Kyanne’s first meal with us was Nachos. Brandon had a special one just for me with beans instead of hamburg. Nikki probably reminded him that I was vegetarian. Kyanne ate the one with the beans with me. She did pretty well at eating. She ate with her hands even tried out olives, sour cream and guacamole. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Right after our meal, Renée and I brought her upstairs for a bath. I wanted to turn on the shower to water the facecloth and the nozzle was pointing at me and I got all wet. We got her in the tub but did not put water. We just washed her with the facecloth. I did not want to scare her. She was saying a few words that I did not really understand. We got her all comfy in her pyjamas. She looked so good. Renée gave me lesson 101 on how to change a dipper properly. She works in a kindergarten so she’s a pro at it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I can’t believe it’s only been a few hours and she is getting us to chase her around the house and she is laughing. What a happy little girl. She was playing with Kofi’s cars while Koffy was playing dress up with our shoes, scarves and hand bags LOL! She’s a smart little cookie. She watch us wiggle the car so it will drive on its own and took it from my hands and repeated what I did. Then the car got stuck under the couch and she lay down on the floor, tilted her head to look for it. Brandon was telling me that Nikki went often to the nursery to see Kyanne and she said she had my ways. Nikki said “she will be just like her mama”! That’s my girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;So now both daddy and Kyanne are sound asleep in our bed. I must go to bed in case she wakes up and needs me. She’s sleeping between us. 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I got the email that I’ve been waiting for. I had so many scenarios in my head on when I was going to get it, where would I be, at what time. All the other milestones, I was usually at work so my colleagues would find out before Victor and my step-daughters. But not this time. I was at home and so was victor. I had just came back from a my walk with the dogs. Monique, my sister in law was texting me to find out what size of shoes Kyanne would take. She’s in Toronto for Melanie (Cover Me Canada). As I was texting her back, I hear the beep that I have a new email. I had told myself on my way back from work that I was going to stop checking my email every 15 minutes. After a long 15 minutes, LOL... I checked to see what email came in. Was it eBay, sell off vacation, Aeropaln.. No it was from GLA Adoptions “Pack Your Bags!!!” I ran in the garage to find Victor, cutting a piece of wood to finish a shelf that I had been bugging him for over the past year. I came in jumping and screaming. I started to cry and told him ... This is it. We’re bringing our daughter home! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the other milestone, he reacted right away, but it think he was too m=emotional this time. He stayed in the garage and had to cut the piece of wooed 3 times before he got it right. LOL! When he came in, you could tell how excited he was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood in the hallway texting Monique the news. I could not see what I was writting I had tears running down my face. I called Nicole and Renée right way crying. As I was talking with them I felt relieved. It was finally here. I didn’t have to wait for any other emails. I continued the phone calls to my mom, cousins and Victor’s family. I knew that Liette was at the gym so I would not be able to reach her right away. I left her an email to call me. Liette and I had gone for a coffee that afternoon and she told said she had a good feeling that it was going to be a good week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well was she ever right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even half hour after the news, Melissa emailed me back to confirm that Nicole and Renée could come as well. I was really glad it all worked out. Nicole, Renée and Amanda came by to celebrate the new addition to our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never had any problem sleeping at night, but for the first time, I did not sleep. I was so happy that it did not make any difference &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Nov 14, is a day I will always remember. The tension and wait I’ve been feeling is all gone. No more waiting for an email to find out when she will come home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I have just received a doctorate diploma after all the hard work. I am now certified to be a Mommy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I went to bed, I booked our return flight with Air Canada to make sure we can get our seats with my Aeroplans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, November 15, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up this morning was a totally different feeling. I felt calm all through my body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I booked our flight to leave Friday Nov 18 from NYC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mélanie came home from Toronto and the family greeted her at the airport. I was picturing us coming home in a week with Kyanne. I had tears in my eyes. While we were at airport I received a call from Liette that her dossier was out of MOI!!! I screamed and everyone cheered for her as well. It was so cute. So so happy for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the airport, Nicole, Renée and I went shopping for our upcoming trip to Haiti! We bought gifts for the nannies, staff at GLA and some supplies for us.&lt;br /&gt;******************************************&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, November 16, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Day of Work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow... I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time. My coworkers treated me to a going away lunch. Best pizza ever. I had an Apple Pizza at the Tide and Boar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn’t feel weird leaving. I think it will only hit me when I’m back from Haiti for a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few days, I’ve been running in circles. I don’t process much anymore. All I have registered in my head is Kyanne!!!! My girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my lunch, it was so funny. When someone asked me a question, I had to turn around and ask Liette to answer LOL! Thank god I have her! I am blessed that we found each other to walk this journey side by side. &lt;br /&gt;******************************************&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, November 17, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check List Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day to get everything done. Renée agreed to come with me to make sure I stay on track LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again! I woke up ready for my mission! It feels great not to have to think.. is today the day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gathered Sam and Geroge and off we went to pick up Renée. I had not realized we had so many stops that at one point, we had to let the dogs outside to pee and get them some water and a sub so they could eat. We were really on a mission and there was no stopping till my list was done. The dogs are always happy to be with me. They love the car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went at work to say bye one last time. It still did not felt like I was leaving for a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago, I had dropped off my wedding ring at la Mine d’Or with my dad’s wedding band. I wanted a custom ring made with both our gold melted together using same diamonds. My dad has been such a strong presence in my life and still is that I wanted to get this special custom ring done so I could have it forever with me. My ring was not quite ready yet but he said he would have it ready for me to leave for Haiti to start our new life. I went to pick it up and it was just so beautiful! I just love it! He said to take it and bring it back sometime when I get back so he can finish the small imperfections that I could not even see. He even said pay me later... I said good enough! See you in a few weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came home after a long day to start packing. Wow! We had so much supplies that people donated. We ended up filling 2 hockey bags and 2 large bags. The children are going to be happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414514236165848125-7050315960250051128?l=sylvic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/feeds/7050315960250051128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414514236165848125&amp;postID=7050315960250051128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/7050315960250051128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/7050315960250051128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/2011/12/pack-your-bags-monday-november-14-2011.html' title='Pack Your Bags - Monday, November 14, 2011'/><author><name>Sylvie and Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703886693652024477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31o38iPwy4s/TYAZatRrqVI/AAAAAAAAApU/pzD8o0uFjhU/s220/Winter%2B2011%2B090.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414514236165848125.post-6433600187559256123</id><published>2011-12-22T23:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T23:52:07.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Traveling Day - Nov 18, 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Friday, November 18, 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up with an even bigger smile on my face. I was actually up at 4:30, however I stayed in bed till about 6. Geroge made sure she was going to follow me downstairs. She knew we were leaving... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they see the suitcases lying around, they have the sad puppy faces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made coffee and relaxed a bit. I have to start getting used to “Is today the day???” I tried really hard to live my life one day at a time, however, I was not an expert at it. I finished packing and made sure we were not over 50 lbs for each suitcase. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Renée and Chris arrived, it felt real. We are really leaving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said my goodbyes to Sam and Geroge but not like before. I was not sad because we when we are going to arrive back home, I will be staying home with them for a year. I think they will like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ola, my brother in law drove us to Halifax airport to catch our flight. Because I booked last minute on my aeroplan points, we had to drive 2 hrs to another airport instead of leaving from Moncton airport which is 15 minutes from home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renée made us laugh at security check. She had her books to study and had her pencil case with sharp scissors. She was all red and shy. We laughed so hard. She does not travel often and she was really paranoid after LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A women at the Halifax airport asked all the questions not to ask. “So what! You can’t have any children? How much does she cost?...” I could go on and on but it’s not worth it. I think she had a few to drink and I just answered a few vague questions and turned around. She was very ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flight was delayed a bit but I didn’t care. I know we had an overnight in NYC and we had plenty of time. When we got to Newark Airport it was like a zoo. People working at the airport were telling us different answers. We had no clue how to get to the shuttle bus for the hotels. We were running around in circles for a bit and eventually found our way to the correct terminal. We got the hotel around 8 ish. Nice Best Western... but creepy place. I would not go outside for a walk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all relaxed that evening to make sure we were all ready for the BIG DAY Tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still feeling calm and happy. I am just looking forward to tomorrow. And just take it one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WyCozGkWuIc/Tt1s-Jq0M7I/AAAAAAAABJ0/kAR1D7Swoj4/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WyCozGkWuIc/Tt1s-Jq0M7I/AAAAAAAABJ0/kAR1D7Swoj4/s320/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kyanne's room all ready for her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5-uyWYe9YI/Tt1tZ7OdFbI/AAAAAAAABJ8/8MZ4paE6FiM/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O5-uyWYe9YI/Tt1tZ7OdFbI/AAAAAAAABJ8/8MZ4paE6FiM/s320/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Leaving to go get Kyanne!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p_xb6QdMgTI/Tt1r3hm2VlI/AAAAAAAABJk/wiyivxJm6Eg/s1600/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p_xb6QdMgTI/Tt1r3hm2VlI/AAAAAAAABJk/wiyivxJm6Eg/s320/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+011.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VMRMKWqnGyg/Tt1sE1yq1tI/AAAAAAAABJs/ZIj7HFbhCFc/s1600/IMG_1144.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VMRMKWqnGyg/Tt1sE1yq1tI/AAAAAAAABJs/ZIj7HFbhCFc/s320/IMG_1144.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414514236165848125-6433600187559256123?l=sylvic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/feeds/6433600187559256123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414514236165848125&amp;postID=6433600187559256123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/6433600187559256123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/6433600187559256123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/2011/12/traveling-day-nov-18-2011.html' title='Traveling Day - Nov 18, 2011'/><author><name>Sylvie and Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703886693652024477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31o38iPwy4s/TYAZatRrqVI/AAAAAAAAApU/pzD8o0uFjhU/s220/Winter%2B2011%2B090.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WyCozGkWuIc/Tt1s-Jq0M7I/AAAAAAAABJ0/kAR1D7Swoj4/s72-c/Kyanne%253B+Gotcha+Day+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414514236165848125.post-1048308714516009215</id><published>2011-12-22T23:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T23:50:57.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun fun and more fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Another week is almost done and I made it with and still smiling!!! Kyanne was just great this week. It seems that she is more herself these days. She’s just a happy girl! She followed mommy during this crazy week of malls, grocery shopping, visiting relatives. Wednesday, we went for our first play date with Théo. I was so looking forward for that moment. They played well together. It was nice to see Liette’s big smile on her face. She looked at me while we were going down the stairs and said “I can’t believe we are finally home with them!!!” This was only the first of many outings together. Like I said, I am not one to stay home so I think it will be fun to spend time with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Today we spent the day home alone! It was nice for a change. She even napped for 2 ½ hours. Mommy had time to make a batch of veggie burgers, veggie paté, bake beans and quinoa. I’ll be all set for the holidays. While I’m on the food subject, Kyanne only likes certain food. She loves potatoes now. I tried to puré carrots, broccoli, squash... and she will not eat the potatoes. The only one that worked so far is the cauliflower in the potatoes. I don’t know how I am going to get her to eat her veggies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;When she woke up, she got a book, took my hand and wanted to sit on me. We stayed on the floor for 15 minutes looking at the pictures. As we were looking at the pictures and making the sounds of the animals, I was crying. I am so happy, it’s unbelievable! Nobody can take this moment away from me. I am so blessed that she’s my daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Kyanne had her first walk outdoors. She had a big smile on her face. She was proud of herself. The other times we went for a walk, she did not want me to put her down. Today she was a big girl and walked in the driveway before we went for our walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;While I was giving a ride to Kyanne on my back this evening, my husband wanted to take a picture and dropped the camera on the tiles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt; The lens broke. It was new. I had purchased it a week before we left for Haiti. Oh well, I can’t do the holidays without a camera so I will go get another one tomorrow morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I have finished writing up the blog post from when we were in Haiti. 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After brrakfast she was all happy and gave me tones on KISSES!!! Mommy is so happy. &lt;p&gt;I am at the hairdresser right now getting my hair done. First time out without her. Feels good to relax but I miss her!!! 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I’ve been so busy with my little girl. I’ve been home for a month now and I am loving every minute of it. It’s hard work, but she’s my girl. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;This weekend, my husband had the flu, fever... so mommy did not stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Saturday, Renée and I went to the mall with Kyanne to exchange a jacket for her for a smaller size. Kyanne did not want to stay in her stroller after we tried to take off a few layers. We thought she would be more comfortable and then she started crying. She wanted to be with Renée. By the time we left, Renée was all sweaty LOL! She had a workout. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I was exhausted on Sunday. I needed daddy back. Luckily he got better and decided to come with me to Memramcook for Kyanne’s first birthday party. I wasn’t too sure how it was going to go but she did great. She ran around with all the other children and had fun. Every so often, she came looking for me in the kitchen to make sure I was there, took my hand and made me walk a bit with her and then off she went again with her cousin Kamie.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L8LGe7M7Pgg/Tu_zJ2TTTyI/AAAAAAAABkU/PtIJ_cQaTYc/s1600/Kyanne+031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L8LGe7M7Pgg/Tu_zJ2TTTyI/AAAAAAAABkU/PtIJ_cQaTYc/s320/Kyanne+031.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nbjVyEl2dLQ/Tu_y_NM0eGI/AAAAAAAABkM/oQjgdUSWS3E/s1600/Kyanne+024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nbjVyEl2dLQ/Tu_y_NM0eGI/AAAAAAAABkM/oQjgdUSWS3E/s320/Kyanne+024.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SyANH2wKfuA/Tu_zjaOrqzI/AAAAAAAABkk/ihCiAbN-JQ8/s1600/Kyanne+046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SyANH2wKfuA/Tu_zjaOrqzI/AAAAAAAABkk/ihCiAbN-JQ8/s320/Kyanne+046.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WOBftboqixg/Tu_zYQWgAeI/AAAAAAAABkc/ZXveTl2g-Kg/s1600/Kyanne+040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WOBftboqixg/Tu_zYQWgAeI/AAAAAAAABkc/ZXveTl2g-Kg/s320/Kyanne+040.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dm2vF-yar18/Tu_1EHWmbjI/AAAAAAAABk0/tm-Exop_Omg/s1600/Kyanne+051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dm2vF-yar18/Tu_1EHWmbjI/AAAAAAAABk0/tm-Exop_Omg/s320/Kyanne+051.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BOcDdE_U1hk/Tu_1XT-Yk3I/AAAAAAAABk8/nJtlenfW4uE/s1600/Kyanne+017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BOcDdE_U1hk/Tu_1XT-Yk3I/AAAAAAAABk8/nJtlenfW4uE/s320/Kyanne+017.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;This morning, Kyanne decided to wake up at 6am. I think she knew mommy only went to bed at 1am. First time she decides to wake up early. I hope it’s not a new trend LOL! We stared the morning relax. I needed coffee before I could function. We did some yoga together and some stretches. She starts to giggle when she sees me on the floor stretching. She knows it’s time to play. Once we were done, it was still early. I decided to do some twist in her hair. She did not say anything. She was eating crackers and drinking her milk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;soon realized that I was not made for staying home all day. After we looked at a few books, sang and danced to a few songs... mommy was getting restless. If it wasn’t cold out, I would be able to spend some time outside, but I have a hard time to stay in the house. I decided to pack up the car and head out to see my mom. We spent the afternoon with her. It’s nice to see my mom’s smile when she sees her. On my way home, I decided to take out her seat belt and remove her jacket. Did I ever do wrong... She started crying and I knew she wasn’t going to stop. I took her in my arms and she stopped. When I tried to put her back in, I knew it was going to be a long drive home. I knew she was not hurt so I did not have a choice but to let her cry. She cried for 20 minutes. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;By the time we got to Shediac, she stopped crying and passed out. She was in a deep sleep. I even stopped to see Victor at work and it did not even wake her up. Lesson learned... Once she’s in her car seat or stroller, I will not try to get her undress. I will make sure I do that before I set her in the seat. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Renée came by this evening with her godchild. They both played together. They were jumping on the couch making each other laugh. Kyanne got a dancing doll on the weekend. She knows how to turn it on and she can dance the night away pressing that button. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7eTDIrB8ME/Tu_xtXzaL-I/AAAAAAAABj0/g9yGs1UGP0o/s1600/Kyanne+021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7eTDIrB8ME/Tu_xtXzaL-I/AAAAAAAABj0/g9yGs1UGP0o/s320/Kyanne+021.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IsRb5BBReqs/Tu_x4Fvee2I/AAAAAAAABj8/sawsw80FkY4/s1600/Kyanne+025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IsRb5BBReqs/Tu_x4Fvee2I/AAAAAAAABj8/sawsw80FkY4/s320/Kyanne+025.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Before I put her to bed, Victor got her to practice giving kisses. She was clapping her hands each time. She was giving one kiss to daddy and one kiss to mommy X5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;We were so happy. We both looked at each other and could not believe the progress she is making. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;This evening, I found that she was even more relaxed with me. I was sitting on the couch and she came to me a few times and wanted me to pick her up and she sat by my side and would crawl on me. I was able to hug her real tight and she would not fight to leave. One thing at a time... next, she’ll be sleeping by my side... this might be my Christmas Gift!!! Kidding... I already got my gift. She’s my beautiful little girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DGFL9lEZgb0/Tu_yWTDJIdI/AAAAAAAABkE/jKAPFeXDh_Y/s1600/Kyanne+027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DGFL9lEZgb0/Tu_yWTDJIdI/AAAAAAAABkE/jKAPFeXDh_Y/s320/Kyanne+027.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Liette called me today. She’s doing great! We are going to have a play date this week. I can’t wait to see them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Liette and I have lots of catching up to do and I can’t wait to see Kyanne and Théo play together. It’s going to be so special!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414514236165848125-1675152403004689265?l=sylvic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/feeds/1675152403004689265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414514236165848125&amp;postID=1675152403004689265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/1675152403004689265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/1675152403004689265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/2011/12/1-month-since-gotcha-day.html' title='1 Month since Gotcha Day!'/><author><name>Sylvie and Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703886693652024477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31o38iPwy4s/TYAZatRrqVI/AAAAAAAAApU/pzD8o0uFjhU/s220/Winter%2B2011%2B090.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L8LGe7M7Pgg/Tu_zJ2TTTyI/AAAAAAAABkU/PtIJ_cQaTYc/s72-c/Kyanne+031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414514236165848125.post-718407731531936670</id><published>2011-12-14T23:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T23:49:15.235-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting day! Théo is coming home!</title><content type='html'>This morning, Kyanne and I were both singing and dancing to our Christmas music. I could not stop thinking of Liette all day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyanne helped me make breakfast and I discovered that she did like eggs. Just not the way I thought she would. I was preparing french toast, turned around for a few seconds and to my surprise, she was eating the pieces of bread soaked with raw eggs. I wanted to vomit but she just loved it. She had a peace in each hand. I tried to take it away from her and she said something to me that I did not understand. I know body builders eat raw eggs, but should 18 month old girls eat it??? Yuck yuck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-90rCrvK8fds/TultSFaLj1I/AAAAAAAABfE/Yp-6OtiBIyg/s1600/Kyanne+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-90rCrvK8fds/TultSFaLj1I/AAAAAAAABfE/Yp-6OtiBIyg/s320/Kyanne+003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She loves taking her medicine... don't know why LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWNQRwTi_t0/TultrSfm_qI/AAAAAAAABfM/fdWZ1iVvuRU/s1600/Kyanne+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWNQRwTi_t0/TultrSfm_qI/AAAAAAAABfM/fdWZ1iVvuRU/s320/Kyanne+007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yuck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zUo5B8ca2Yg/Tult3zQH6vI/AAAAAAAABfU/-rN1w2Sn1mg/s1600/Kyanne+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zUo5B8ca2Yg/Tult3zQH6vI/AAAAAAAABfU/-rN1w2Sn1mg/s320/Kyanne+009.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wtddD5jl5pc/TuluC6pcZGI/AAAAAAAABfc/6Nao-Lur9YA/s1600/Kyanne+014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wtddD5jl5pc/TuluC6pcZGI/AAAAAAAABfc/6Nao-Lur9YA/s320/Kyanne+014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got her in the bathtub this morning. I wanted to detangle her hair. It worked great! She did not try to stop me once. While I was trying to get ready, daddy arrived. He’s not feeling well. Daddy has a cold and he wanted to sleep. I got both of them to go for a nap while mommy went to gas the car, get balloons for Théo. I even had time to go for a nice long walk on the beach with the dogs. For the first time today, George found it cold and she did not swim. She was staring at the seagulls and wanted to go so bad, but she stayed back and just watched them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the airport, Kyanne was very shy. She stayed in my arms till the last 10 minutes. I don’t mind one bit that she wants to be with me. I kind of like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Théo and Liette walked through the doors at the airport, I was so relieved! They were finally home. Théo and mommy were both smiling. She even put him down and he was running. He is so handsome. As he was running, he turned back to see his mom and ran back to her arms. I think I felt her comfort as well! He is already attached to her. It’s so special. Kyanne did not want to go see him at first. Only at the end she started playing and running around. When we left, Liette and I had them in our arms and they both waved goodbye and blew a kiss with their hands. It was so special. I can’t wait to be able to go spend time with the 2 of them. It’s going to be a wonderful year having play dates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know if Kyanne inhaled some helium from the balloons, but she was wired this evening. We had company all evening and she did a good job of entertaining. Raymonde, Amanda, Jeanne, Renée and Chris all came for a visit. They really enjoyed her. She was full of energy. She was walking with a hat on her head that she could not see and was bumping everywhere trying to make us laugh. Well it worked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She even had her first fall. She was on the couch with Nicole and she just ran to the edge like she was diving from a diving board into a pool, except the pool was a full bag of blocks LOL! She cried for 30 seconds and it was all done. I think it just scared her more than she got hurt. When I put her down for bed, it did not take her long to fall asleep. She was out in 2 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nTPFy-d0tXY/TulsSUIHr9I/AAAAAAAABes/RWEh-csjx48/s1600/Kyanne+019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nTPFy-d0tXY/TulsSUIHr9I/AAAAAAAABes/RWEh-csjx48/s320/Kyanne+019.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qPyMTQF_4JQ/TulsdO8SGRI/AAAAAAAABe0/yxgdXosln1w/s1600/Kyanne+027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qPyMTQF_4JQ/TulsdO8SGRI/AAAAAAAABe0/yxgdXosln1w/s320/Kyanne+027.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yE0M_PL_mn8/TulsukQXsEI/AAAAAAAABe8/bzqqXJ9E4so/s1600/Kyanne+029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yE0M_PL_mn8/TulsukQXsEI/AAAAAAAABe8/bzqqXJ9E4so/s320/Kyanne+029.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414514236165848125-718407731531936670?l=sylvic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/feeds/718407731531936670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414514236165848125&amp;postID=718407731531936670' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/718407731531936670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/718407731531936670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/2011/12/exciting-day-theo-is-coming-home.html' title='Exciting day! Théo is coming home!'/><author><name>Sylvie and Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703886693652024477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31o38iPwy4s/TYAZatRrqVI/AAAAAAAAApU/pzD8o0uFjhU/s220/Winter%2B2011%2B090.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-90rCrvK8fds/TultSFaLj1I/AAAAAAAABfE/Yp-6OtiBIyg/s72-c/Kyanne+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414514236165848125.post-7422535028824111531</id><published>2011-12-13T23:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T23:07:39.574-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonding Day... all because of Yoga</title><content type='html'>﻿I woke up at 8:30. I can’t tell you how great it is to be able to wake up without an alarm clock. I slowing got out of bed stretching and went for my glass of water and lemon followed by my coffee! Around 9, George and Sam were board and went to check on Kyanne. I think they were ready to play. If I want her to sleep longer in the mornings, I’ll have to put the baby gate so they can’t go upstairs and wake her. Now when I get to her room, she is standing in her bed and has her big rabbit teddy bear I got for her. She hands it over to me giggling and throws all the blankets on the floor. You can tell that she feel good in her own space. She loves her room! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Théo is leaving Haiti today!!! I am so excited for Liette. I can’t wait for her to be home tomorrow. I’ve been thinking of her so much and been missing her, the past couple of days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We danced this morning. I had her in my arms making her spin and bending her down. She was in heaven. I can now put her down and she won’t cry. I make sure she has something to look at or do and she’s fine. More progress... If I am a few feet away from her and she sees me, she will stretch her arms so I can take her... and of course, mommy just runs to her and takes her in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyanne discovered another food category that is not in my book... non organic food LOL! She found daddy’s Kellogg’s Special K... and of course, she just loves it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, we sat in the kitchen on my dirty floor and played together. What a nice way to enjoy my cup of coffee. I decided to get a little creative this morning and started doing yoga stretches. She was watching me and giggling. When I was on the floor, she was coming towards me and wanted to sit on me. I pretended I was a circus ride and was making her shake and go up and down. She loved it so much that mommy continued and did her push ups while she was lying on the floor and got to give her a few kisses. I think this is going to work for the bonding!!! I got to do my abs while she was sitting on my belly. Last but not least... I had her as a barbell and was making her fly up and mommy was full a drool when we were done. She was screaming so hard. When I stopped, she wanted more. LOL! I’ll make sure not to do that exercise right after she eats...  I think it’s going to become a ritual for our yoga time/bonding time in the am. Hey if it makes Kyanne happy and mommy happy! What else could you ask for??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our fun time, we got dressed and went outside. The sun was shining. It’s really weird to be outside mid-December and it’s not even cold. I decided to go out for a jog. It turned out great. Sam and George stayed by my side not even pulling on the leash. This is life for me! I enjoy being outside so much and now even more, having my 3 girls by my side not fighting LOL... Life could not get any better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we came back from our jog, daddy arrived for a surprise visit. He had lunch with us. It’s so wonderful to see Kyanne’s expression when she sees her daddy home. She knows who her Daddy and Mama are for sure. No doubt in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after lunch, I got her upstairs and she went in her crib right away. I had to stay by her side for 10 minutes and was able to leave without her crying. Week 3 and I’m already going up the hill. Once she was napping, I got a chance to do some of my obsessive cleaning, minus the vacuum, prep my veggies and fish for supper and even made a brownie for dessert. All 3 girls are sound asleep. I am full of energy so I won’t be napping today. Before this week, I did not understand how house wives could take care of their children, clean and have supper ready. Now that I can get Kyanne to nap in the pm, I now realize that it is possible to do all that and still have hair LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyanne ate a lot for supper. I made trout, garlic mash potatoes and veggies. She loved it except the veggies. I need a trick on how to make her eat it. I tried blending it, leaving it in cubes and cutting it in little pieces. I need a miracle on this one!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After supper, I went to visit Janie and Ghislain, Kyanne’s cousins. She wanted to stay in my arms at first and then she realized there were lots of toys and she eventually made her way to play with them. Ghislain was so happy to see her. All kept on saying her name, over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renée and Chris came over this evening to play with Kyanne. Victor went upstairs to bring her to bed, but it did not work this time. She cried. After 2 attempts, mommy went upstairs. She smiled and gave me her bunny teddy bear again. My little girl was not tired yet. It took me a good 20 minutes for her to close her eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day passed and mommy is all happy. Can’t wait for tomorrow to go see Liette and Théo at the airport. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_fXywboFqNU/Tuf5RKLhx9I/AAAAAAAABVU/Hx02z2icaAI/s1600/Kyanne+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_fXywboFqNU/Tuf5RKLhx9I/AAAAAAAABVU/Hx02z2icaAI/s320/Kyanne+002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh oh!!! Kyanne found daddy's cereal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MSpXyd-gWvk/Tuf5bg09l_I/AAAAAAAABVc/L8FzVq5LUIY/s1600/Kyanne+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MSpXyd-gWvk/Tuf5bg09l_I/AAAAAAAABVc/L8FzVq5LUIY/s320/Kyanne+006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She's not sure if she likes dog food or not yet LOL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5JEhIaqzi0U/Tuf5mCHf6mI/AAAAAAAABVk/uvbMn0ugLkw/s1600/Kyanne+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5JEhIaqzi0U/Tuf5mCHf6mI/AAAAAAAABVk/uvbMn0ugLkw/s320/Kyanne+009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Surprise visit from daddy at lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NZ2xST6iuu0/Tuf50TEJciI/AAAAAAAABVs/WkIHb5qW9sI/s1600/Kyanne+013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NZ2xST6iuu0/Tuf50TEJciI/AAAAAAAABVs/WkIHb5qW9sI/s320/Kyanne+013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yum Yum! Mommy found some dye free cheese sticks for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wM3boykUyys/Tuf5_jA0dkI/AAAAAAAABV0/Vz_ELjNkX50/s1600/Kyanne+016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wM3boykUyys/Tuf5_jA0dkI/AAAAAAAABV0/Vz_ELjNkX50/s320/Kyanne+016.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All set for a stroll outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lc-iJw1FeqU/Tuf6Ux6UleI/AAAAAAAABWE/ZcmcmTXh9XI/s1600/Kyanne+020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lc-iJw1FeqU/Tuf6Ux6UleI/AAAAAAAABWE/ZcmcmTXh9XI/s320/Kyanne+020.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dancing in the kitchen with mommy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-urv0Y1v0cSY/Tuf6i9HoCsI/AAAAAAAABWM/815MN2Ga8kw/s1600/Kyanne+022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-urv0Y1v0cSY/Tuf6i9HoCsI/AAAAAAAABWM/815MN2Ga8kw/s320/Kyanne+022.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Playing with my big sister Renée.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-anuzGZaWQd0/Tuf6tx6uP3I/AAAAAAAABWU/FWKEZO8rUHU/s1600/Kyanne+024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-anuzGZaWQd0/Tuf6tx6uP3I/AAAAAAAABWU/FWKEZO8rUHU/s320/Kyanne+024.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c44SdWgl58k/Tuf7ThR1qpI/AAAAAAAABWs/dRhJMX8Z_Ek/s320/Kyanne+030.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414514236165848125-7422535028824111531?l=sylvic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/feeds/7422535028824111531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414514236165848125&amp;postID=7422535028824111531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/7422535028824111531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/7422535028824111531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/2011/12/bonding-day-all-because-of-yoga.html' title='Bonding Day... all because of Yoga'/><author><name>Sylvie and Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703886693652024477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31o38iPwy4s/TYAZatRrqVI/AAAAAAAAApU/pzD8o0uFjhU/s220/Winter%2B2011%2B090.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_fXywboFqNU/Tuf5RKLhx9I/AAAAAAAABVU/Hx02z2icaAI/s72-c/Kyanne+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414514236165848125.post-4851930183199592512</id><published>2011-12-13T09:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T09:34:57.217-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving everything about Kyanne!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Monday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I went to wake up sleeping beauty at 10 this morning. I don’t know if it’s good or bad, but she sure loves to sleep. This morning I made her favourite oatmeal, however she did not like it as much as her organic instant oatmeal with flax seeds. I want her to start eating the regular one. I find the instant has too much sugar. She ate some, but not hands full like before. I hope she gets used to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyanne loves any kind of butter. This morning it was almond butter. She decided that she was even going to treat her hair to some nice sticky butter... I was not planning on washing her hair till the end of the week, but I will have no choice tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since she woke up late, I had time to get ready for the day and start some laundry. I decided to go to Costco to get the Christmas cards I got made with her pictures. I used the pictures GLA had done for the November update. Luckily, I did not get the update since she was already home, however they gave us a CD full of pictures and she said she included the Christmas ones as well. She looked beautiful in the pictures. Daddy met us there at lunch time. Kyanne slept on the way home. I tried to put her back to bed when we got home but she was too hipper. We went outside instead to take some air. I wish we would have snow now! I want her to play in the snow... at least; I hope she likes snow LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got in, Kyanne was really playful. I find that she includes me more in her games and wants to sit with me when she plays with her toys. We still play a lot of, come and get me. That really gets her going. She loves to run around the living room and then in the kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can’t get over her reaction when she sees the cat. I must record her and upload the clip one of these days. It’s hilarious!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got her in the tub this evening, I was so looking forward to wash her hair. I’m sure if we would have a lab here, we would have no problem finding out everything she ate during the past week. I enjoyed playing with her hair this evening. She was calm and was having fun dumping water on her belly. Victor came to help me rinse her hair and we were pouring the water on her head and she actually enjoyed it. I think I make things more complicated that they are. I guess children love to get water dumped on their heads... at least my child does. I should have remembered that from the volunteer’s comments on her. They said she loved getting water dumped on her head when she was in the kiddie pool. I really have to bring her swimming one of these days so she does not get afraid of the water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off to bed mommy brings her. I held her for 15 minutes in my arms while she squeezes me tight and she did not say a word when she got in her crib. She peeks from one eye to make sure I stay by her side and she goes to sleep. This is the best moment for me. Seeing her all comfortable and secure in her own little bed. A co-worker of mine adopted a 9 month old girl from China a few years back and she said, A. was like Kyanne as well. She wanted her own bed. They tried getting to sleep with them, but she was more comfortable in her bed. She said her comfort and security was knowing they were by her side in her room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I loved Kyanne like nothing else in the world when we were waiting for her, but the love I feel right now getting to know her is out of this world. She’s my baby girl and we’re going to make an awesome team the 2 of us!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nXW03Wq8bJ4/TuavpP-u8BI/AAAAAAAABOk/thOPgpaEXhU/s1600/Kyanne+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nXW03Wq8bJ4/TuavpP-u8BI/AAAAAAAABOk/thOPgpaEXhU/s320/Kyanne+007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waking up Princess Cormier!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J0drSvvmeMU/Tuav0AoI5oI/AAAAAAAABOs/-b8r1SH7brE/s1600/Kyanne+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J0drSvvmeMU/Tuav0AoI5oI/AAAAAAAABOs/-b8r1SH7brE/s320/Kyanne+011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Loving her bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wa5JWupYEhU/Tuav_Ew3dtI/AAAAAAAABO0/VmVAmF3IYR8/s1600/Kyanne+013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wa5JWupYEhU/Tuav_Ew3dtI/AAAAAAAABO0/VmVAmF3IYR8/s320/Kyanne+013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Being silly for mommy. She was saying cheese!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z5Z6P5a_oq0/TuawKJ6SdBI/AAAAAAAABO8/uHP1L9Rt3mM/s1600/Kyanne+017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z5Z6P5a_oq0/TuawKJ6SdBI/AAAAAAAABO8/uHP1L9Rt3mM/s320/Kyanne+017.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Almond butter by the spoon LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mmtBbAS95tE/TuawUDItZwI/AAAAAAAABPE/aNZTl-IKOZE/s1600/Kyanne+021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mmtBbAS95tE/TuawUDItZwI/AAAAAAAABPE/aNZTl-IKOZE/s320/Kyanne+021.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Checking to see what flight Théo is on to come home!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D6FTglC3qZQ/TuawgM442RI/AAAAAAAABPM/tBFqFgaT190/s1600/Kyanne+025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D6FTglC3qZQ/TuawgM442RI/AAAAAAAABPM/tBFqFgaT190/s320/Kyanne+025.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy giving treats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414514236165848125-4851930183199592512?l=sylvic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/feeds/4851930183199592512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414514236165848125&amp;postID=4851930183199592512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/4851930183199592512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/4851930183199592512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/2011/12/loving-everything-about-kyanne.html' title='Loving everything about Kyanne!'/><author><name>Sylvie and Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703886693652024477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31o38iPwy4s/TYAZatRrqVI/AAAAAAAAApU/pzD8o0uFjhU/s220/Winter%2B2011%2B090.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nXW03Wq8bJ4/TuavpP-u8BI/AAAAAAAABOk/thOPgpaEXhU/s72-c/Kyanne+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414514236165848125.post-3843938689216865414</id><published>2011-12-11T23:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T23:45:23.771-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Confidence = Success!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy could not wait to go wake up his little princess. He leaves for work early during the week and he doesn’t get a chance to see her till supper time. He was excited to get her from her crib. She woke up all happy! That’s my girl!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate breakfast quickly, changed and headed to the farmers market. I needed to get some free range/organic meat since my princesses in not a vegetarian like her mommy. She’s a meatatarian like her daddy LOL! I was so hopping that she would take my side for food, but it’s not looking good. Since she will be eating meat, I am making sure she gets good quality. I will still not give her too much red meat, but will give her some a few times a week since she likes it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did both markets and she was good. She however wanted to be in daddy’s arms. I guess I would be more comfortable in his big arms!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lovely husband has a sweet tooth. I rarely bring him to the market because we spend way more money when he comes. He goes bananas when he passed by a bakery. He said the muffins at the Cake Box were just starting at him and he needed to buy them. He bought 6 and left happy as a clam.  When we got to the Moncton Market, I had wrapped everything I had bought in the back and put the stroller on top so the dogs would not eat our stuff. When we got back in the truck, my sweet, lovely George was full of chocolate. I checked in the front seat and we had forgotten the box of muffins on the floor of the passenger side. The muffins were all gone. My beige leather seat was all brown. We were parked right at the door. I can just imagine people watching her eat those muffins. Thank god there was another Cake Box at the Moncton Market. He got me to go back in and get him more muffins. I must love those dogs so much that I did not even say a word... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday afternoon, Kyanne napped for a good 2 hours. Daddy had put her to bed right after we got back. It was nice to be able to relax and get the house clean. Once she got up, we had a pretty quiet evening just the 3 of us. Our best friends usually come to our place on weekends; however they had their Christmas parties on Friday and Saturday. We haven’t spent time with them since we got back from Haiti. The weekend we arrived, Monique was in NY on a bus tour. I was supposed to have been there but I had another priority. Next Friday we are going out with them for the evening and another couple we are going to have dinner and after we are going to a Christmas concert. I am really looking forward to go out with our friends to get some adult time, but at the same time, we have reservations for 5:30 and we’ll need to leave Kyanne home. I hope mommy will be able to make it... Nicole and Renée are going to stay home with her. I know she will be fine but I’m not sure if I’ll be... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, last week was a very difficult for me. It was a lot of adjustment, getting to know one another. I don’t know what baby blues are really. Haven’t goggled it but I felt lost and alone. Trying to comfort your daughter and you don’t know how... it’s really hard. I know it got better by the end of the week, but it’s still mentally challenging. I was so grateful that my husband arrived early on Friday. Taking that nap in the pm did all the difference. I had spent the week all alone with her during the day, not able to get her in her crib. That meant NO time for ME at all and on top of that, I had all the meals done, cleaned up after the meals, laundry, house chores, take care of dogs and cat and entertain Kyanne. 3 Weeks ago, I was sitting at a desk all day staring at a computer screen all day. This is a 360 for me. Would I change it...? Not a chance in the world. I might cry more, be confused, however we are getting to know each other and its fun. It would have been perfect from day 1; it would have been a pretty boring year. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy woke up Kyanne again this morning. He went downstairs with her so I could sleep some more, but I just had to go down to see her. I miss her so much during the night. I would love to have her by my side and cuddle... I am praying that it will come with time. I just have to be patient and wait till she’s ready. I made waffles this morning. She did not enjoy them like her oatmeal, but she ate it. This morning, we just relaxed and played in the living room. All morning, she was bringing books to me, so we could look at them. I can’t explain the feeling. It’s a rush through my body, full of love. It’s just great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a quick trip to Shediac, town, closes to us, 15 minutes away to get her organic milk. I wish we could have organic products in Cap-Pelé. She slept all the way there. When we got back, Victor put her in her crib and she slept till grand-ma arrived and the dogs barked and woke her up. My mom loves her so much. You can tell when she picks her up in her arms. All evening, we had company. Victor’s 3 sisters, Anabelle; my god child, her mother and our friends Monique and Louis came by. The house was full. Kyanne stayed in my arms at first. I don’t mind one bit that she’s like that. It’s funny to see when the door shuts and company is gone. It’s like a switch and she is back to herself. All giggly and fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening, Kyanne was dancing and singing some Opera music. She had a concert with &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2xdlsu4sCaU" target="_blank"&gt;Andrea Buccelli&lt;/a&gt;. He was signing on TV with Céline Dion. She just loves music. She had Nicole’s iphone at her ear listening to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YrB_sjO8Aho" target="_blank"&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting on the couch watching her walk all over the living room pushing her little stroller trying to be funny. She was laughing so hard. I was trying to think how she feels being home with us. She looks so happy. Is she missing GLA? Is she missing all the other children, the nannies??? I don’t think so. She has not shown any signs of being sad or lonely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bath time, I let her play some more. After awhile, I put her in my arms and she wrapped her arms around me and cuddled. I brought her upstairs to get her to fall asleep in my arms. I wanted to pretend to put her in her crib right away to see her reaction and to my surprise, she wanted to stay. She got all comfy and took my hand so I can hold her. I sat on the little stool by her bed and held her hand while she was sucking her thumb. She was looking at me with her beautiful eyes. I was telling her how much I love and that mommy will never leave her. I will always protect her. Who am I kidding! She is not missing her life at GLA, she has a family now that loves her and can give her 100% of our time. We are committed to this little girl and we are going to give her all the love and attention she needs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Denise told me the other day, I now have confidence and that’s why Kyanne is responding better with me. She’s probably feeling my energy and now knows that I am staring to know what I am doing hahah! At least I think I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I made good progress this weekend. I don’t feel overwhelm and tired. I feel confident and ready to face next week. I feel that I passed my first evaluation of being a mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4mGLBwgXtoU/TuVeQHkp6ZI/AAAAAAAABOU/yyPM60n6u0E/s1600/Kyanne+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" mda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4mGLBwgXtoU/TuVeQHkp6ZI/AAAAAAAABOU/yyPM60n6u0E/s320/Kyanne+012.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Eating orange for first time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rTssJ-ALmAo/TuVeakgqGwI/AAAAAAAABOc/bA6B8C5BIps/s1600/Kyanne+013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" mda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rTssJ-ALmAo/TuVeakgqGwI/AAAAAAAABOc/bA6B8C5BIps/s320/Kyanne+013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bE7958eREqU/TuVU4QrG7PI/AAAAAAAABM8/I7dgodlf55A/s1600/Kyanne+034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" mda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bE7958eREqU/TuVU4QrG7PI/AAAAAAAABM8/I7dgodlf55A/s320/Kyanne+034.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eRhVTNgKj54/TuVVDfgvNxI/AAAAAAAABNE/KMToZLdo-9s/s1600/Kyanne+038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" mda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eRhVTNgKj54/TuVVDfgvNxI/AAAAAAAABNE/KMToZLdo-9s/s320/Kyanne+038.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tdop95SyDJc/TuVVPX7a-8I/AAAAAAAABNM/mYoDj8Yrv6w/s1600/Kyanne+053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" mda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tdop95SyDJc/TuVVPX7a-8I/AAAAAAAABNM/mYoDj8Yrv6w/s320/Kyanne+053.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Trying to figure out if she wants to try dog food LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NA9aVCjiyN0/TuVVZxTE24I/AAAAAAAABNU/F33k4TtJCYY/s1600/Kyanne+058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" mda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NA9aVCjiyN0/TuVVZxTE24I/AAAAAAAABNU/F33k4TtJCYY/s320/Kyanne+058.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Testing water for Sam and Geroge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pniqZHvOB1E/TuVVkbYA7sI/AAAAAAAABNc/IJN7W_xj_uE/s1600/Kyanne+059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" mda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pniqZHvOB1E/TuVVkbYA7sI/AAAAAAAABNc/IJN7W_xj_uE/s320/Kyanne+059.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Making sure dog food is spread out evenly in the bowl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S91Xk2a0F1Q/TuVVvSND0ZI/AAAAAAAABNk/0gJGp7Ccpjc/s1600/Kyanne+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" mda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S91Xk2a0F1Q/TuVVvSND0ZI/AAAAAAAABNk/0gJGp7Ccpjc/s320/Kyanne+001.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Helping daddy ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sqvcKcZkM6g/TuVV5U1DTmI/AAAAAAAABNs/HZuRJX7f_UQ/s1600/Kyanne+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" mda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sqvcKcZkM6g/TuVV5U1DTmI/AAAAAAAABNs/HZuRJX7f_UQ/s320/Kyanne+006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kyanne loves talking on the phone. She looks so serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GHygIoRWNQA/TuVWDW_g4EI/AAAAAAAABN0/M2d-4Vd4IDQ/s1600/Kyanne+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" mda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GHygIoRWNQA/TuVWDW_g4EI/AAAAAAAABN0/M2d-4Vd4IDQ/s320/Kyanne+008.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Climbing the stairs all by herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TMR4n-VSjLQ/TuVWNev0Z4I/AAAAAAAABN8/YPCogK7C6z0/s1600/Kyanne+013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" mda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TMR4n-VSjLQ/TuVWNev0Z4I/AAAAAAAABN8/YPCogK7C6z0/s320/Kyanne+013.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UOp3ZUlvZLc/TuVWdCoceqI/AAAAAAAABOE/5_vsUnQJOmw/s1600/Kyanne+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" mda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UOp3ZUlvZLc/TuVWdCoceqI/AAAAAAAABOE/5_vsUnQJOmw/s320/Kyanne+007.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414514236165848125-3843938689216865414?l=sylvic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/feeds/3843938689216865414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414514236165848125&amp;postID=3843938689216865414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/3843938689216865414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/3843938689216865414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/2011/12/confidence-success.html' title='Confidence = Success!!!'/><author><name>Sylvie and Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703886693652024477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31o38iPwy4s/TYAZatRrqVI/AAAAAAAAApU/pzD8o0uFjhU/s220/Winter%2B2011%2B090.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4mGLBwgXtoU/TuVeQHkp6ZI/AAAAAAAABOU/yyPM60n6u0E/s72-c/Kyanne+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414514236165848125.post-1674104362155117484</id><published>2011-12-09T22:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T22:48:41.065-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Already Friday!</title><content type='html'>Another week has passed. Time is sure going fast. We both woke up just before 9 this morning. I got a nice message on FB from Denise this morning. She is giving me great advice. When I’m home all day with Kyanne, I sometime feel hopeless. I feel that I will not successes and then a few minutes after, she comes in with a great big smile and hugs me and doesn’t want to let me go. Denise was telling me how important it is for young children like Kyanne to nap during the day. It’s not like I didn’t know, but right now, I am trying to keep my head above the water... I’m just surviving. I guess she made me realize that it’s now time to start getting her into a routine. Up until now, I was just letting her do what she wanted, but it’s time to put structure and a routine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, we went for a long walk on the beach. Can you believe it, George went for a swim. I can’t believe that dog. Sam stayed with us but the seagulls were too tempting for George. When we got back, we went for a short drive to the store to get more bananas. I only had half of one left and I didn’t want her to run out LOL! When we got back, I could tell that Kyanne was tired. She was playing with her hair and always wanted to be in my arms. I grabbed my sling and got her comfortable to nap. I walked around for a good half hour and decided i would try and put her in her crib. To my surprise, she did not say a word. As soon as I laid her body in her crib, she got all comfy and closed her eyes. I didn’t want to start smiling there because I was afraid she would get up. I gently went down the stairs and felt like I had won first place in a race!!! For the first time in 2 weeks, I was able to get Kyanne to sleep in her crib by myself. It felt so good. This the first time since we came home that I am by myself. I called Victor right away to tell him the good news. Silly me, instead of just relaxing, I stared to clean until I kicked myself in the butt and went to lie in my bed to relax. Yesterday it was the phone ringing and today It was my lovely dogs barking. The cat went downstairs to eat and made some noise and got the dogs running down the stairs barking. Kyanne started to cry. Oh!!!! I was not impressed. I will now have to teach them not to bark when Kyanne is sleeping. She slept for a good hour so it was not bad for the first attempt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went downstairs to eat a snack and played a bit; however I could tell she was still sleepy. Not long after, daddy came home. He was early today. I suggested we all go up and take a nap. I don’t know what was wrong with me, but I could have slept all day today. We just woke up in time to start supper. At this point, Kyanne was well rested. It’s so much fun to see her at ease at home. She had her favourite fish with vegetables and rice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening, Kyanne was brining books to me and was sitting on my laps. If she didn’t have me in sight, she would come looking for me and hugged my legs. She would then put her hands up in the air so I would pick her up. I am so grateful that she wants to be with me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got word from Liette today that she’s with her little Théo!!! I am so relieved she is finally reunited with him. I was thinking of her all day, wondering what she was doing... She sent me a text and said when she got Théo he was sleeping and stayed asleep in her arms. Not the same story as ours!!! I guess that’s what makes each adoption unique. We all have our story. I can’t wait to see them next Wednesday at the airport. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera is upstairs so no pictures this evening. I am going to bed now. Tomorrow is another day and I can’t wait to see her again!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414514236165848125-1674104362155117484?l=sylvic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/feeds/1674104362155117484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414514236165848125&amp;postID=1674104362155117484' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/1674104362155117484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/1674104362155117484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/2011/12/already-friday.html' title='Already Friday!'/><author><name>Sylvie and Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703886693652024477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31o38iPwy4s/TYAZatRrqVI/AAAAAAAAApU/pzD8o0uFjhU/s220/Winter%2B2011%2B090.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414514236165848125.post-7509299648232624587</id><published>2011-12-08T21:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T21:21:15.714-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Landry Cousins met Kyanne today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p8nkbrif8Uw/TuFZClS8a4I/AAAAAAAABL8/0qh_Z_p6_d4/s1600/Kyanne+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" mda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p8nkbrif8Uw/TuFZClS8a4I/AAAAAAAABL8/0qh_Z_p6_d4/s320/Kyanne+007.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_o-cpF7CO_4/TuFZN1uCg9I/AAAAAAAABME/6trdHPKxQeU/s1600/Kyanne+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" mda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_o-cpF7CO_4/TuFZN1uCg9I/AAAAAAAABME/6trdHPKxQeU/s320/Kyanne+011.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;We didn’t start the morning on the right side of the bed but the evening finished perfectly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When Nicole left to go to work and closed the door to her apartment, it woke up her. She started crying. I went to see her right away, thinking she would fall asleep again if I stayed by her bed. Not this time. She wanted out. I tried bringing her in bed with me but not a chance. It was the first morning that I had to wake up so early. I could tell that she was tired and wanted to go to bed, but no way would she get comfortable and rest. I even took out a spare mattress and put it on the floor in her playroom upstairs. I thought she might sleep on it. She played with her toys and I sat with her to play for awhile and she did not mind. I decided to pretend that I was going to sleep and she cried. I picked her up and took her in my arms around 9 and she fell asleep in my sling for a good hour until the phone started ringing. I had just gotten her back to close her eyes and had just transferred her in her bed and the phone rang again. Her eyes opened and she said “Oh Oh”. That was it! She was up and ready for another round. I now understand why parents have the ringer off on the phones. I was never able to understand why! I do now!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we packed up and went to Memramcook to see my cousins and all their children. Every Christmas, we have a big get together with all the family and the little children are in a Christmas play. This is the first year that I get to go to the rehearsals hahah! Kyanne was very shy at first. She did not want to leave my arms for a good hours. After a while, I had to go play her part in the play and throw the ball with all the other elves. Once she saw what I was doing, she started cheering every time we catch the ball. While we were eating pizza, she started to make funny faces to all her cousins. Everyone was laughing. The really enjoyed her. They’ve been waiting so long for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way home, daddy texted us to see if we were ok. I think he was just lonely LOL! Kyanne had a power nap on our way back and now she’s like a yoyo! She walked in the door and ran to the dogs to give them a big hug. She’s been bouncing on one chair to the couch, chasing the cat and almost jumped in the Christmas tree. She was pulling on the decorations and I thought it was going to fall. She talked all evening. I still don’t understand what she’s saying, but I’m sure it won’t take long for her to start speaking French. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching her this evening was like winning a million dollars. I can just sit there and watch her. She is full of energy and is soooo loving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s it for me! I am going to bed... in case she decides to get up tomorrow bright and early. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U9HBmKWiIqg/TuFZ0gRNapI/AAAAAAAABMU/uNtAq46gn2c/s1600/Kyanne+027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" mda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U9HBmKWiIqg/TuFZ0gRNapI/AAAAAAAABMU/uNtAq46gn2c/s320/Kyanne+027.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r3oLNJIFPug/TuFZ_OwudGI/AAAAAAAABMc/KbBXhMotO90/s1600/Kyanne+029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" mda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r3oLNJIFPug/TuFZ_OwudGI/AAAAAAAABMc/KbBXhMotO90/s320/Kyanne+029.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2FES0vv_Xn8/TuFaKZx-GRI/AAAAAAAABMk/HKKtrkBUnb0/s1600/Kyanne+033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" mda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2FES0vv_Xn8/TuFaKZx-GRI/AAAAAAAABMk/HKKtrkBUnb0/s320/Kyanne+033.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQWAuj5dyK0/TuFadG75wdI/AAAAAAAABMs/AEwITkJC9iU/s1600/Kyanne+035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" mda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQWAuj5dyK0/TuFadG75wdI/AAAAAAAABMs/AEwITkJC9iU/s320/Kyanne+035.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JdKthmVi4wU/TuFarOTOwhI/AAAAAAAABM0/t6AEqLtwveE/s1600/Kyanne+039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" mda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JdKthmVi4wU/TuFarOTOwhI/AAAAAAAABM0/t6AEqLtwveE/s320/Kyanne+039.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414514236165848125-7509299648232624587?l=sylvic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/feeds/7509299648232624587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414514236165848125&amp;postID=7509299648232624587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/7509299648232624587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/7509299648232624587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/2011/12/landry-cousins-met-kyanne-today.html' title='Landry Cousins met Kyanne today'/><author><name>Sylvie and Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703886693652024477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31o38iPwy4s/TYAZatRrqVI/AAAAAAAAApU/pzD8o0uFjhU/s220/Winter%2B2011%2B090.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p8nkbrif8Uw/TuFZClS8a4I/AAAAAAAABL8/0qh_Z_p6_d4/s72-c/Kyanne+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414514236165848125.post-361464827244462482</id><published>2011-12-07T22:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T22:58:55.914-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch date and hitting the Mall!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Today we had a lunch date with one of my friend, Melissa. When I first decided to adopt from Haiti, she’s the one that I called to get information and help. She brought her children home after the earthquake. After the episode at the Dr. Office yesterday, I was not too confident on how it was going to go. Oh well, I have to learn that everything will be unpredictable now. I will just go with the flow. If she has a tantrum, mommy will pack up and go home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess woke up crying this morning at 9:30. Like every morning, I change her dipper and she just didn’t like it this morning for some reason. I tried doing our usual routine after i changed her, showing her the pictures of grand-pa (my dad), her picture, flick the light switch on/off, looking outside but nothing was working. The one thing she did... she cuddle with me and squeezed me tight. I didn’t mind at all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got downstairs, I decided to go with her oatmeal that she loves since she was having an off morning. I was able to sneak some of her medicine. Mommy was all dressed up ready before Kyanne got up and all of a sudden, she looked at me while she was in my arms and she puked all over me. I didn’t want a make a face to scare her so I said nothing!!! We walked in the bathroom and she did it again. This time on my pants. We all got cleaned, I changed cloths and we were all ready to leave and then of course... I smelled something in her dipper. Off we went to change her dipper again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rr9PCg3yzkY/TuAUUl8-Q_I/AAAAAAAABLc/iYN4FLlw_5g/s1600/Kyanne+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" mda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rr9PCg3yzkY/TuAUUl8-Q_I/AAAAAAAABLc/iYN4FLlw_5g/s320/Kyanne+002.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Geroge got caught at eating oatmeal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vpbAdgL96aM/TuAUgpyVJ_I/AAAAAAAABLk/kZSq-Xmrc70/s1600/Kyanne+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" mda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vpbAdgL96aM/TuAUgpyVJ_I/AAAAAAAABLk/kZSq-Xmrc70/s320/Kyanne+009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s fun to see how excited she gets when I take out her boots. She knows we are going in the car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did pretty well at Melissa’s house. She was shy at first and started to play around with the cat. Not long after, Melissa’s daughter walked in and it was a new face so it all started again. She was shy and sat on me. By the end, she started to cry. I think she was just restless of being sitting at the table for almost 2 hours. On our way back, I stopped at the mall to get her a pair of snow boots. I thought she would be tired but she seemed to love the mall!!! Mommy is super excited!!! We did a few stores and she was being very good. I even bought her the same jacket that we lost on the plane. It was reduced again and only paid $30 at Mexx. We stopped at the bakery to get our favourite bread. I walked in and there was a huge line-up. I was just about to turn around and realized how much I love that bread and wanted some tonight for supper. I decided to stay in the line and if she started being fussy, I would just leave. On the contrary... she entertained the line-up. She made everyone laugh. It really did pass the time. She was talking and making funny faces. When we got home, we had supper and boy was she ever cranked up. Nothing was stopping her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point she went in the Christmas tree again and rolled an ornament on the floor. George ran for it and put it in her mouth. She said something and she dropped in on the floor immediately. I was stunned! Kyanne rolled the ornament a second time and George went to get it again. This time she did not drop it. Kyanne did not know what to do at this point so she decided to go behind George and pull on her ears. LOL! We laughed and laughed. I eventually had to drop the camera and get George to drop it and give it to Kyanne. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before bath time, Kyanne was playing upstairs. She found more block and wanted to play. I got a brilliant idea and decided to take out the blocks in our bed and see if she would come and play with me. She did. She tried to climb in the bed by herself. I helped her up and we stayed there for a good 5 minutes. Once she had enough, she climbed out of the bed and went straight to my rocking chair. She removed the heavy blanket and put her hands on it and started rocking the chair. I thought... OMG!!! She wants me to hold her in the chair. I walked up to the chair and sat down and started rocking. She, on the other hand, threw herself on the floor and cried. It was a nice shot, but I guess we were not thinking the same. I picked her up and went downstairs for her bath. She was sleeping not even 20 minutes after &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a good day. I was very proud of her attitude today and especially, she liked the mall. I honestly think that she was the perfect match for me. We are both hipper, when we get bored, we have to change the routine and do something else quickly. For now, she doesn’t like to stay on the couch and cuddle with me. Why force it? I rather be doing something that she enjoys and will want to be in my arms and cuddle. On our way back from Moncton, we were both signing and laughing in the car. I enjoy that quality time with her so much. She knows I am watching her in the mirror and she will make funny faces when she knows that I am watching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AIogqaMFGnM/TuAUsT0LjtI/AAAAAAAABLs/aychnapTNbY/s1600/Kyanne+015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" mda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AIogqaMFGnM/TuAUsT0LjtI/AAAAAAAABLs/aychnapTNbY/s320/Kyanne+015.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kyanne with Melissa﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-meuzJC8ahuM/TuAU3S2y6ZI/AAAAAAAABL0/eADWPE7amKQ/s1600/Kyanne+017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" mda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-meuzJC8ahuM/TuAU3S2y6ZI/AAAAAAAABL0/eADWPE7amKQ/s320/Kyanne+017.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kyanne wanted the Christams ball from George﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414514236165848125-361464827244462482?l=sylvic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/feeds/361464827244462482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414514236165848125&amp;postID=361464827244462482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/361464827244462482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/361464827244462482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/2011/12/lunch-date-and-hitting-mall.html' title='Lunch date and hitting the Mall!'/><author><name>Sylvie and Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703886693652024477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31o38iPwy4s/TYAZatRrqVI/AAAAAAAAApU/pzD8o0uFjhU/s220/Winter%2B2011%2B090.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rr9PCg3yzkY/TuAUUl8-Q_I/AAAAAAAABLc/iYN4FLlw_5g/s72-c/Kyanne+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414514236165848125.post-5394182229603741291</id><published>2011-12-06T22:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T22:27:45.855-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to the Naturopath Dr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My sweet little girl slept till 10:30 this morning. I had time to get ready and was waiting for her to get up. I checked her temperature first thing and she was fine. We’re in the clear now! Yahoo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed so hard this morning. We opened up another doll she received as a gift. There was a little teddy bear with it that played music when you pressed on it. She had it in her hand and was dancing in the kitchen. She eventually forgot about it and left it on the floor by the door. I don’t remember what we were doing but all of a sudden, she heard the music again! She looked at me all concerned and started running. Sam had it in her mouth. As soon as Sam saw her running, she started running too. Kyanne screamed real loud and Sam dropped it on the floor. I wish I would have had that on video. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan today was to bring Kyanne to the Naturopath for an exam, Chapters to get a book on toddlers and get a few things at the mall. We left all happy around noon. Daddy met us at chapters. Was she ever excited to see him!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we walked into Chapters, I could tell that she wasn’t feeling good. She walked up to the kids table to play with a phone; however it did not take long for her to stare at me with her sad eyes. I got her back in the stroller and went looking for the book that I wanted. I looked and looked but it was not there. The lady said it would take 5 to 6 weeks to order it. I’ll just order it online and probably get it faster. We drove to Dr. Gleixer’s office... What an adventure!!! I got in the door and she immediately started crying. I had to fill out some papers and I had to do it with her in my arms, standing up. The girl at the front desk was trying to help me but nothing worked. I gave her a banana as soon as we walked into his office and it calmed her for 2 minutes and then she started to cry and cry... She was trying to throw herself out of my arms. The naturopath was trying to talk to me and we couldn’t even hear each other. I excused myself for a few minutes to go back to the car and get my sling. It did calm her for a few minutes but not enough for him to do an exam. He gave me some supplies to build up her immune system to try and fight her cold, some vitamin D and something for fever if it would reach more than 103. He said not to use it unless it’s severe. I will be at ease now that I have something for her instead of panicking like the other night. I had the Advil for Children fever... first ingredient artificial flavour... not what I want to give her. So now I am happy, despite the scene she made. Nothing like a first trip to the Dr. He said to bring her again when she feels better and maybe bring my husband along so one can hold her and he can talk to the other parent without having to scream LOL! Oh and as soon as I got her back in the car seat, she looked at me with a smile on her face!!! Was it all an act or she just didn’t like him? Ah well, we’ll see what happens next time. She slept the whole way back. I took the long way and drove for about 45 minutes. So as you can already guess, we did not go to the mall. I guess I’ll go another day. When we got home she was all happy again. She was running around, chasing the dogs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was getting supper ready, she came to me and took my hands. She wanted to count my fingers like we’ve been practicing. I could tell she was proud of herself. Mommy’s smile was so bright. I just love to see her learn. I know it won’t take long for her to start talking. I can tell that she is already picking up what I am saying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole family was home tonight. Nicole, Renée, Chris and Amanda. We all sat in the living room and played with Kyanne. Some of us were playing go catch Kyanne, some were playing hide and seek and the rest played with her blocks. I can just sit on the couch and watch her in her element. You can tell that she is having so much fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was going to have to fight with her to take her herbal liquid before bed but it wasn’t that bad. She looked at me funny but she didn’t cry. We’ll see how it goes in the morning for the next round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 7, I told everyone that I was going to go upstairs to try and get her to sleep instead of passing out on daddy. I want to be able to do it myself as well. It did not take her long to fall asleep in my arms. I tried to put her in her crib and it woke her up and she was just about to start crying. I picked her back up and she leaned again my checked and got back comfortable. I walked really close to her crib and she leaned her hand over the crib like she wanted to be in it. I thought I was hallucinating and decided to put her down and she got all comfortable and closed her eyes. I did not believe what I had just seen. I sat down for a few minutes to make sure she was really sleeping. My baby girl is comfortable in her own bed. I am so proud of her. I guess this will make up for the scene at the Dr. Office hahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yiKLtNApxUE/Tt7MAAT96_I/AAAAAAAABK0/R4Prn_IbYFs/s1600/Kyanne+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yiKLtNApxUE/Tt7MAAT96_I/AAAAAAAABK0/R4Prn_IbYFs/s320/Kyanne+002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Packing her lunch for the day adventure. Some for Sam and George as well. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M-YqTMIeDs0/Tt7MLsHS6hI/AAAAAAAABK8/S6BHdaW3sOs/s1600/Kyanne+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M-YqTMIeDs0/Tt7MLsHS6hI/AAAAAAAABK8/S6BHdaW3sOs/s320/Kyanne+009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think she likes my IPhone better that the one at Chapters LOL! She doesn't look too impressed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqImIND6CVU/Tt7MWrMFLXI/AAAAAAAABLE/pOlovFh9twQ/s1600/Kyanne+013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqImIND6CVU/Tt7MWrMFLXI/AAAAAAAABLE/pOlovFh9twQ/s320/Kyanne+013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-idE5rDUgOjU/Tt7MroIjXKI/AAAAAAAABLM/G11k6FoMRSM/s1600/Kyanne+031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-idE5rDUgOjU/Tt7MroIjXKI/AAAAAAAABLM/G11k6FoMRSM/s320/Kyanne+031.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Learning to feed her doll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mjIAX61p0CI/Tt7M2k3XXLI/AAAAAAAABLU/MzX5y904g_E/s1600/Kyanne+032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mjIAX61p0CI/Tt7M2k3XXLI/AAAAAAAABLU/MzX5y904g_E/s320/Kyanne+032.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Getting special attention from her sister Renée!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414514236165848125-5394182229603741291?l=sylvic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/feeds/5394182229603741291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414514236165848125&amp;postID=5394182229603741291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/5394182229603741291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/5394182229603741291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/2011/12/trip-to-naturopath-dr.html' title='Trip to the Naturopath Dr.'/><author><name>Sylvie and Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703886693652024477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31o38iPwy4s/TYAZatRrqVI/AAAAAAAAApU/pzD8o0uFjhU/s220/Winter%2B2011%2B090.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yiKLtNApxUE/Tt7MAAT96_I/AAAAAAAABK0/R4Prn_IbYFs/s72-c/Kyanne+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414514236165848125.post-5700900897590542675</id><published>2011-12-05T22:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T22:54:14.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother and Daughter Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kyanne had fallen asleep in daddy’s arms last night so she was in her crib this morning and woke up at 8:30. I had time to do my exercise and cleanup a little before the tornado comes through the living room again. I took her temperature and she still had a fever but not much. She still had her beautiful smile and was happy to see me when she woke up. Sam and George were late coming in her room to say good morning. As soon as they walked in the door, she was saying ‘yah yah’. She’s too cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since she’s not feeling 100%, I decided to give her favourite oatmeal to make sure she eats. She took a good slug of her milk firs thing. I bought the 2% organic cow milk and got her a cup with a straw. For some reason, she seems to like drinking from that cup. She tries to tilt it like the sippy cups. I am trying to show her that she doesn’t have to do that but... Kyanne being Kyanne, she lifts the cup and giggles. When I showed her the banana, she started to glow again... I asked her for a kiss before she gets her banana and she gave me one. It works!!! She will give me a kiss in exchange for her banana! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, we sat in the living room and played. She really enjoys come and catch me. By the end of the morning, I felt like I ran a marathon. After a while, I started being restless and needed to go out. We went for a drive and stopped at the new medical Clinique in Cap-Pelé. There are 2 new doctors that started and I wanted to see if I could get Kyanne for an appointment. I don’t really believe in doctors but I guess I would feel more comfortable if she had one. Just in case!!! Like yesterday, I had my first panic attack and would have probably called the Dr. office if it would of been open. Kyanne is going to go see my Naturopath; however I still want her to have a family doctor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dropped off the dogs at the doggy daycare for awhile. I wanted them to get some exercise. Kyanne was able to sleep on the way back. By the time we got home, I was time for a late lunch. The house felt so empty without Sam and George. I thought It would of been a good idea to be just the 2 of us, but we both seemed like we were looking for our 4 legged friends. I even think she said “George” at one point. George is always the one that is in the way and I constantly say her name. I think Kyanne is going to say George before she says mama LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, Kyanne was actually brining toys to me on the floor and sitting on my laps for me to play with her. I was so excited to see that she is making progress!!! I was even sitting on the couch at one point and she made her way to climb and sit beside me to play with my phone. We had fun for another hour and then I decided to give her a snack before we picked up the dogs again and it all went downhill from there. I gave her the little container with cereal and she threw it all on the floor. She knew she had done wrong because as soon as she threw it, she looked at me waiting for my reaction. I said, “ Kyanne... pas gentile ( not nice)”. She walked 2 steps and threw herself on the floor and started screaming. I picked her up and tried to comfort her and there was no way she would stop crying. It took me a good 5 minutes in my arms before she stopped. She did stop but I knew she was tired and not feeling well and it would not last... As soon as I sat her down to put her boots, her attitude changed. She was a good girl. She helped me put on her jacket and she immediately ran to the door for the garage. While driving to go get the dogs, I made a little de-tour so she could sleep longer. As Sam and George jumped in the car, they both gave her a big lick on their way in the back. She was happy to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived home, she was rested and was herself again. She learned to say cheese when I take out the camera. She really loves taking her picture. Nicole got her to give Sponge our cat some treats. Sponge did not really care for her too much until now. I think they will be best friends now that she will give her treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did not take her too much time after bath time to fall asleep downstairs. When we put her in her bed, she started crying. I stayed by her side and she was holding my finger and rubbing it. I stayed there for a good 10 minutes and she fell asleep. To me, that’s a great sign. She was in her bed, however she knew I was there and she did not cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I learn today? I loved being with my little girl, however I think we both realized that we like to get out of the house. We might change our minds during the cold winter days; however, if it’s nice, I think we’ll be on the road. I can’t wait to bring her to our camp. I might try and go for a drive one of these days and see what she thinks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xnnL3OPQaIw/Tt1iiZblomI/AAAAAAAABIs/JMhd9YCLNl4/s1600/Kyanne+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xnnL3OPQaIw/Tt1iiZblomI/AAAAAAAABIs/JMhd9YCLNl4/s320/Kyanne+004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kyanne playing playing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jheW9bklpjA/Tt1iuQYpm1I/AAAAAAAABI0/-b-dGbJWNu4/s1600/Kyanne+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jheW9bklpjA/Tt1iuQYpm1I/AAAAAAAABI0/-b-dGbJWNu4/s320/Kyanne+008.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She learned to say cheese when we take pictures of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AzZHsKi8sxc/Tt1i7oCABdI/AAAAAAAABI8/sLTYZfrG-gg/s1600/Kyanne+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AzZHsKi8sxc/Tt1i7oCABdI/AAAAAAAABI8/sLTYZfrG-gg/s320/Kyanne+009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-drtlPWKhoac/Tt1jG6wqmrI/AAAAAAAABJE/FGj7LbFWtxQ/s1600/Kyanne+013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-drtlPWKhoac/Tt1jG6wqmrI/AAAAAAAABJE/FGj7LbFWtxQ/s320/Kyanne+013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy is home from work, all the kissing going on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3NK4bfoml9Q/Tt1jSNLgGCI/AAAAAAAABJM/1XUhZJuR1ag/s1600/Kyanne+014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3NK4bfoml9Q/Tt1jSNLgGCI/AAAAAAAABJM/1XUhZJuR1ag/s320/Kyanne+014.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kyanne was jelous of Sam being on daddy's lap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VKnlwEnI1-w/Tt1kJgslaCI/AAAAAAAABJU/HndXZpyox3s/s1600/Kyanne+020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VKnlwEnI1-w/Tt1kJgslaCI/AAAAAAAABJU/HndXZpyox3s/s320/Kyanne+020.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kyanne was giving treats to Sponge the cat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-atHl28fnMHE/Tt1kUN5aftI/AAAAAAAABJc/az1D5Qx6PiU/s1600/Kyanne+026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-atHl28fnMHE/Tt1kUN5aftI/AAAAAAAABJc/az1D5Qx6PiU/s320/Kyanne+026.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And lets not forget to give George some kitty treats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414514236165848125-5700900897590542675?l=sylvic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/feeds/5700900897590542675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414514236165848125&amp;postID=5700900897590542675' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/5700900897590542675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/5700900897590542675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/2011/12/mother-and-daughter-day.html' title='Mother and Daughter Day!'/><author><name>Sylvie and Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703886693652024477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31o38iPwy4s/TYAZatRrqVI/AAAAAAAAApU/pzD8o0uFjhU/s220/Winter%2B2011%2B090.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xnnL3OPQaIw/Tt1iiZblomI/AAAAAAAABIs/JMhd9YCLNl4/s72-c/Kyanne+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414514236165848125.post-6868404687789929683</id><published>2011-12-05T01:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T01:28:43.977-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Clause / Fever</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yzEMLpSuqoc/TtwrtLg2PqI/AAAAAAAABHE/E-2Lv7jfyTA/s1600/Kyanne+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yzEMLpSuqoc/TtwrtLg2PqI/AAAAAAAABHE/E-2Lv7jfyTA/s320/Kyanne+005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;This morning daddy made french toast with maple syrup and Kyanne just love it. I guess she’ll eat eggs if its hidden in her bread. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;We relaxed this morning and did not rush to do anything. She was having fun being herself. I tried to play around with her hair while she was in her chair and she was pulling my hands down. I even gave her pieces of banana and she ate it fast to try and stop me. I did not force it and decided I would do it this evening instead. After lunch, we headed to town to get a few things. By the time we had finished all our stops, we just had time to come home to unpack the grocery, eat a quick bite and head to the Santa Clause Parade. We dressed her warm and back in the car. Kyanne was with some of her friends but she did not want to walk around. She is still not comfortable being in a strange place. If she doesn’t feel comfortable, she wants to stay in our arms. I don’t mind at all! After the parade, we came home for supper. Kyanne had a little friend over to play with after the parade. It was really cute to see them together. Once everyone left, I got in the bath with her and was able to detangle her hair with conditioner. It felt good to run my fingers through her hair. She did not mind at all. She was playing with her rubber ducky, flutes, drums in the water.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-krY1kdCHrqA/TtwrhI1Hl7I/AAAAAAAABG8/F5Nih_0RUuo/s1600/Kyanne+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-krY1kdCHrqA/TtwrhI1Hl7I/AAAAAAAABG8/F5Nih_0RUuo/s320/Kyanne+001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kyanne is doing Yoga like mommy! Yes!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lq2rreX4IrM/Ttwr3ydBrVI/AAAAAAAABHM/Qw-nUKpJia4/s1600/Kyanne+014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lq2rreX4IrM/Ttwr3ydBrVI/AAAAAAAABHM/Qw-nUKpJia4/s320/Kyanne+014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Mommy bought too many things today that George had to cuddle up with Kyanne and Sam was sitting on my lap in the passenger seat in the front. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-te7_4jTK7Q0/TtwsCNjhPcI/AAAAAAAABHU/WycXjsoB8hU/s1600/Kyanne+016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-te7_4jTK7Q0/TtwsCNjhPcI/AAAAAAAABHU/WycXjsoB8hU/s320/Kyanne+016.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This evening, I found that Kyanne was super comfortable. She wanted me to chase her around the house and was playing hide and seek games. When I went upstairs to change her, she took my hands and played the game that I had been showing her now for a few days. I was so proud of her. I count her little toes and fingers as well when I go up to change her and this evening, she was taking her toes one by one and was counting them in her own words. Too cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got her all comfy in her pyjamas, I brought her over to daddy so I could finish taking my shower. When I got back in the living room, she was sound asleep. Victor said that she was a bit warm. I got out my thermometer and yes she had a fever! OMG! What am I going to do? She had a fever of 100.9. I didn’t not know if it was normal or high. I googled it right away and it said that normal can be up to 100.4. My husband was a bit freaked out. He doesn’t do well when someone is sick. He started saying it was because we went to the parade and I brought her outside the other day... LOL! I let him vent a bit and told him she was ok. Once he went to bed, I started freaking LOL! I called my cousin LIsanne to see what I had to do. I had Advil fever for Children 2 to 12 years old but Kyanne is only 17 months. What do I do???? She was calmer than me so she googled some more and it said not to give it to any child under 2. First thing I read on the box... artificial flavour... Oh yes, I don’t want to give her that now. My cousin said it’s not at a threatening stage, but to just keep an eye on her. I relaxed downstairs for a bit and checked her temperature again and it was up to 101.4. Now I am panicking... I saw that Liette was still up at 11pm because she liked one of my pictures on FB LOL! I emailed her to see if she was up... as if I didn’t know... she emailed me back that I could call her. Liette, the calm loving and nurturing mommy to be in a few days got me to relax. She took out one of her books for toddlers and read to me what it said for fever and said not to worry. Before I called her, I was warming up some honey to go give her because of her cough but Liette said not to wake her up if she is sleeping. Before she went to bed, she was all happy and giggly so I shouldn’t be concern. She did not show any signs of discomfort. When I hung up the phone with Liette, went to check it again and it was back at 100.5. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I got my first scare at being a mommy. It’s not really a big deal but it is when your little one is sick and you can’t make her better. Hopefully she’ll be ok tomorrow and we can spend the day home relaxing and getting to know each other even more. Thank you again Lisanne and Liette for your help!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am finishing typing my blog, I was going to chat with someone on FB and said Hi to Denise Naus by accident. I don’t think it was really an accident because I was checking earlier if she or Adrienne were online to ask them what is too high of a temperature??? I had in my head that 103 is high but I wanted to double check with someone who has young children and down home now, it‘s too late to call someone. It’s great to have friends on the other side of Canada!!! I guess, God led my subconscious to send her a message because she made me feel good. I’m fine now and I am going to bed. I have a little one to take care of tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TDDx3IPQMHQ/TtwvDa_XWrI/AAAAAAAABHs/tbE4UwAFqGI/s1600/Kyanne+028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TDDx3IPQMHQ/TtwvDa_XWrI/AAAAAAAABHs/tbE4UwAFqGI/s320/Kyanne+028.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Santa Clause Parade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U1hnObkWNWQ/Ttwx7gyQlRI/AAAAAAAABIc/blUfn1amSmM/s1600/Kyanne+075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U1hnObkWNWQ/Ttwx7gyQlRI/AAAAAAAABIc/blUfn1amSmM/s320/Kyanne+075.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v0Ei6zd8TSw/TtwtiOYbHzI/AAAAAAAABHc/6VeGfINRqBs/s1600/Kyanne+025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v0Ei6zd8TSw/TtwtiOYbHzI/AAAAAAAABHc/6VeGfINRqBs/s320/Kyanne+025.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Can you tell that Kyanne doesn't like to be on the ground when she is not comforable LOL! Poor girl. Mommy had to take her in her arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-99Kg0-CWTOY/Ttwvp4kYDMI/AAAAAAAABH8/vysLO48EYSM/s1600/Kyanne+039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-99Kg0-CWTOY/Ttwvp4kYDMI/AAAAAAAABH8/vysLO48EYSM/s320/Kyanne+039.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy waiting for Santa Clause.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRmu67ENuEM/Ttwv73ejJpI/AAAAAAAABIE/Ansuz67HK3I/s1600/Kyanne+056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRmu67ENuEM/Ttwv73ejJpI/AAAAAAAABIE/Ansuz67HK3I/s320/Kyanne+056.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aet5lKUdF7w/Ttwxt3btmGI/AAAAAAAABIU/o9bF8BbGCIE/s1600/Kyanne+067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aet5lKUdF7w/Ttwxt3btmGI/AAAAAAAABIU/o9bF8BbGCIE/s320/Kyanne+067.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414514236165848125-6868404687789929683?l=sylvic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/feeds/6868404687789929683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414514236165848125&amp;postID=6868404687789929683' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/6868404687789929683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/6868404687789929683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/2011/12/santa-clause-fever.html' title='Santa Clause / Fever'/><author><name>Sylvie and Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703886693652024477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31o38iPwy4s/TYAZatRrqVI/AAAAAAAAApU/pzD8o0uFjhU/s220/Winter%2B2011%2B090.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yzEMLpSuqoc/TtwrtLg2PqI/AAAAAAAABHE/E-2Lv7jfyTA/s72-c/Kyanne+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414514236165848125.post-8262998852601554626</id><published>2011-12-03T22:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T22:47:46.724-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K-tV-WSE5Hc/TtrWlkVb7eI/AAAAAAAABE0/QnF9N5WFFhM/s1600/Kyanne+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K-tV-WSE5Hc/TtrWlkVb7eI/AAAAAAAABE0/QnF9N5WFFhM/s320/Kyanne+002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mommy attempting to do Kyanne’s hair. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DIsiztP--vk/TtrWxSkbkTI/AAAAAAAABE8/vp-mD0PGwko/s1600/Kyanne+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DIsiztP--vk/TtrWxSkbkTI/AAAAAAAABE8/vp-mD0PGwko/s320/Kyanne+004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;They sometime say, like mother like daughter!!! Well Kyanne sleeps like me. She tosses and turns all night long. She rolls to one side, then sticks out her bum, slaps me in the face... It was quite the night. Around 7:45, I told my husband that I was going to sneak out of bed to get ready before she wakes up and as soon as I put one foot on the floor, her beautiful eyes were starting at me. I jumped right back in bed and she smiled. She was actually looking for the dogs as well. She loves to see them first thing in the morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby is still feeling under the weather so we had a quick breakfast. She had her oatmeal and flax with her banana. While she was eating and listening to Christmas songs, , I went in the bathroom to put on some makeup and I peaked to see what she was doing. I wish I had the video camera; she was singing and waving her hands up in the air like I showed her. She realized that I was watching and she started to laugh. What did mommy do... I walked in the kitchen and join her for the rest of the song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b37o1bhnPcY/TtrW7c_brTI/AAAAAAAABFE/0EEXT39-UYo/s1600/Kyanne+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b37o1bhnPcY/TtrW7c_brTI/AAAAAAAABFE/0EEXT39-UYo/s320/Kyanne+011.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5y0I1Uaz3qo/TtrXGoh22qI/AAAAAAAABFM/JSj8q6lxC5w/s1600/Kyanne+021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5y0I1Uaz3qo/TtrXGoh22qI/AAAAAAAABFM/JSj8q6lxC5w/s320/Kyanne+021.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kyanne and Maxime having a snack. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u50wEaohsjA/TtrXWuIrhwI/AAAAAAAABFU/k4XGFS6SU4I/s1600/Kyanne+027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u50wEaohsjA/TtrXWuIrhwI/AAAAAAAABFU/k4XGFS6SU4I/s320/Kyanne+027.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OtrGJAvwa0Q/TtrXgplfohI/AAAAAAAABFc/94TLVUGewco/s1600/Kyanne+028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OtrGJAvwa0Q/TtrXgplfohI/AAAAAAAABFc/94TLVUGewco/s320/Kyanne+028.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-38FAxpb08jY/TtrXqt5wVfI/AAAAAAAABFk/J5gPX0g22I8/s1600/Kyanne+033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-38FAxpb08jY/TtrXqt5wVfI/AAAAAAAABFk/J5gPX0g22I8/s320/Kyanne+033.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;First thing after breakfast, we had little Maxime, Kyanne’s cousin and his mom for a visit. Kyanne had fun with Maxime. They played together. Kyanne hasn’t been around too many children since she got home so it was fun to see her play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time they left, Kyanne was felling tired so she went up for a nap with daddy. I think they slept for a good 2 hours. I was getting restless. I wanted to go wake them but I knew they were both fighting a cold so I let them sleep. When they got up, I had lunch ready. I baked her some fish, rice and leftover turnip from yesterday. She still enjoyed the fish. I might try salmon next time and see if she likes it. Salmon is my favourite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch it was more company. My cousin from Ottawa was down and she came to see her with her mom and her other cousin. Kyanne was really shy when they came in. She was in my arms and was just staring at them. After an hour, she started being more comfortable but was not being her usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;In the evening, Nicole decorated the tree. Kyanne did not really think much of it. I thought she would be more into it but it was not really a big deal for her. I just hope she doesn’t tear it apart tomorrow. While Nicole was decorating the tree, Kyanne came to sit on my lap! Did you hear that... she sat on my lap! I got all weird...she did not stay long, but she did come. Not long after, she wanted me to help her climb on the couch by me. She was not staying still but at least she was by my side playing with me. That felt so good!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CmF1_CJipi8/TtrX1-BHORI/AAAAAAAABFs/eL6U1Q6Vp0I/s1600/Kyanne+039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CmF1_CJipi8/TtrX1-BHORI/AAAAAAAABFs/eL6U1Q6Vp0I/s320/Kyanne+039.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wIr3ZF2BOXA/TtrYkw5_5mI/AAAAAAAABF0/4PSJoMatfIE/s1600/Kyanne+044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wIr3ZF2BOXA/TtrYkw5_5mI/AAAAAAAABF0/4PSJoMatfIE/s320/Kyanne+044.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lhOvymnYBcU/Ttrbzm05O5I/AAAAAAAABGE/juYw3WwYEBs/s1600/Kyanne+049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lhOvymnYBcU/Ttrbzm05O5I/AAAAAAAABGE/juYw3WwYEBs/s320/Kyanne+049.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n93clL-lzd4/Ttrb-Qzg7DI/AAAAAAAABGM/J8_wfeA5SgA/s1600/Kyanne+055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n93clL-lzd4/Ttrb-Qzg7DI/AAAAAAAABGM/J8_wfeA5SgA/s320/Kyanne+055.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ouff! I think she's need to go to bed soon!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-emRfkcx2YX8/TtrcJmu30ZI/AAAAAAAABGU/eNMbwBT2x1g/s1600/Kyanne+059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-emRfkcx2YX8/TtrcJmu30ZI/AAAAAAAABGU/eNMbwBT2x1g/s320/Kyanne+059.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yL9MDtTfLNU/TtrchA4sR0I/AAAAAAAABGc/xjKQdpSTWVY/s1600/Kyanne+062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yL9MDtTfLNU/TtrchA4sR0I/AAAAAAAABGc/xjKQdpSTWVY/s320/Kyanne+062.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow! It felt so good!!! xoxo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VrrmZgSF4so/TtrcsKy5yZI/AAAAAAAABGk/KIUlNOKiqVg/s1600/Kyanne+068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VrrmZgSF4so/TtrcsKy5yZI/AAAAAAAABGk/KIUlNOKiqVg/s320/Kyanne+068.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked in the bathroom and she followed me and pointed at the bathtub. I think she was getting tired and wanted her bath. I was quite amazed that she already knows the routine. I got the water running and we both got in the tub, splashed and played with her toys for awhile until she started playing with her hair and got her thumb in her mouth. I think its dodo time. I rubbed her little body with Shea butter and when I got to her forehead, she looked up and seemed she was meditating LOL! I think she loves the attention she’s getting. Not even 15 minutes after, she was sound asleep in daddy’s arms. Poor girl had a long day. I think tomorrow we’re going to sneak out and go for a family drive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will stop blogging now. I got a very nice and very long descriptive email from Denise Naus on how to care for Kyanne’s hair. I am going to take it one day at a time. There is a lot to learn about. Next week I will start to do little at a time and see where it leads me to. Not sure how good I will be but I am willing to try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S4yhbqxAP0k/Ttrc2cfU4DI/AAAAAAAABGs/qErOOnXxrP8/s1600/Kyanne+080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S4yhbqxAP0k/Ttrc2cfU4DI/AAAAAAAABGs/qErOOnXxrP8/s320/Kyanne+080.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kyanne's sign saying I'm tired&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rR-k9dW2TP8/TtrdBZQAhJI/AAAAAAAABG0/I1gQYe4Kffs/s1600/Kyanne+081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rR-k9dW2TP8/TtrdBZQAhJI/AAAAAAAABG0/I1gQYe4Kffs/s320/Kyanne+081.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think daddy likes his little girl!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414514236165848125-8262998852601554626?l=sylvic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/feeds/8262998852601554626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414514236165848125&amp;postID=8262998852601554626' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/8262998852601554626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/8262998852601554626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/2011/12/busy-saturday.html' title='Busy Saturday'/><author><name>Sylvie and Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703886693652024477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31o38iPwy4s/TYAZatRrqVI/AAAAAAAAApU/pzD8o0uFjhU/s220/Winter%2B2011%2B090.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K-tV-WSE5Hc/TtrWlkVb7eI/AAAAAAAABE0/QnF9N5WFFhM/s72-c/Kyanne+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414514236165848125.post-2514274838145456859</id><published>2011-12-02T23:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T23:12:41.108-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Théo is coming home! Yahhh!!!</title><content type='html'>Great news!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Théo, Liette’s son is coming home!!! She got the news today that she can travel to Haiti next Friday, December 9th. I am so happy for her. If I didn’t have Liette by my side all this time, I don’t think I would have made it. It was so nice to have someone to run to everyday with questions, concerns and happy emails. Next week it’s her turn to feel the happiness of holding her little Théo in her arms and not letting go. I can’t wait for her to get home and settle in so we can start our play dates. Having Kyanne and Théo together is going to be so special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414514236165848125-2514274838145456859?l=sylvic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/feeds/2514274838145456859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414514236165848125&amp;postID=2514274838145456859' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/2514274838145456859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/2514274838145456859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/2011/12/theo-is-coming-home-yahhh.html' title='Théo is coming home! 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Some good and some bad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hLj6rhdU7UM/TtmAOiqBO-I/AAAAAAAABAc/uWZnI4NfCcg/s1600/Kyanne+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hLj6rhdU7UM/TtmAOiqBO-I/AAAAAAAABAc/uWZnI4NfCcg/s320/Kyanne+001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I should of known with that look that today was going to be a &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;hectic&lt;/span&gt; day LOL!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I want to start this blog by thanking the adoptive moms that are giving me pointers and comments on my blogs. I really appreciate what you have to say. I know I read books, blogs, articles about adoptions for the past 3 years, but I feel that I am lost right now. I honestly forgot everything. All your helps much appreciated. I am sharing your comments with my husband in the evenings and he’s really interested on what you girls had to say to help us out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried eggs again this morning and she just doesn’t like it. I tried hiding pieces in cottage cheese and she was still throwing the pieces on the floor. I am going to give up for now and we’ll try back in a month or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been trying to give her pro biotic to boost her immune system but she doesn’t drink enough milk so I opened the capsule and spread it on her bread and peanut butter. She still has a cold and I am trying to get rid of it so hopefully the pro biotic will help. I woke up this morning with sore throat... I cut up small pieces of garlic cloves swallowed it with water. I drank lots of tea as well to keep me warm. Hopefully it will do the trick and I won’t get worst. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-edArak-UMmU/TtmAZdnzJhI/AAAAAAAABAk/xFj5-NYk9to/s1600/Kyanne+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-edArak-UMmU/TtmAZdnzJhI/AAAAAAAABAk/xFj5-NYk9to/s320/Kyanne+004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kyanne wanted to help out mommy and clean her dish!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QUnDUWmdDX8/TtmAkNHW8NI/AAAAAAAABAs/boN0uz7AAYE/s1600/Kyanne+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QUnDUWmdDX8/TtmAkNHW8NI/AAAAAAAABAs/boN0uz7AAYE/s320/Kyanne+005.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look mommy... all clean LOL!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Kyanne keeps on waking up earlier every morning. I hope it stops and she stays at 7:30 or 8 like this morning. I find it’s a good time to wake up if we need to get ready and go somewhere. Anabelle my god child gave Kyanne a Christmas CD yesterday and Kyanne really likes it. She was dancing the morning away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair: I was just staring at her thinking what I am going to do with you now!!! I have a hard time doing my own hair. How on earth am I going to do this? Well, I took out a spray bottle; put some water and jojoba oil to spray in her hair. She was smiling in and touching her hair. I think she likes having her hair done. Once it was a bit damp, I took out my full basket of stuff for her hair and was just blank. After a while, I decided to try and do a few pig tails for fun and it was actually cute. I am going to take the advice that I got yesterday from other adoptive moms and not go to the hair salon. I will treat her hair naturally and get it all healty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, we were playing on the floor and I reached for her mouth to give her a kiss and she came to me and gave me a kiss on the lips. I gave her a big hug after and she had a big smile on her face. I called Victor right away and emailed Liette! She is making so much progress. I picked her up in my arms and squeezed her so hard. Eventually, when I put her down, she took the small doll that Rachel from work gave her gave her and gave it a kiss and got me to kiss is the doll as well. I think she loves that doll because it’s tinny and she can carry it around. Thank You Rachel!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that kissing, I got her dressed and we went for a walk outside. The sun was shining and I needed to get out. I can’t stay indoors too long. I get cabin fever. While we were walking down the street, the house at the corner of the street came outside to meet Kyanne. They had a gift for her as well. They were happy to finally meet our little princess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Fr5JAdGP3A/TtmAusafv0I/AAAAAAAABA0/0j99M__-RwQ/s1600/Kyanne+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Fr5JAdGP3A/TtmAusafv0I/AAAAAAAABA0/0j99M__-RwQ/s320/Kyanne+010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got her dressed to go outside but I think she wanted to go for a drive instead. She was pointing at the car in the garage...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-whoWzQPmzms/TtmA5b9otvI/AAAAAAAABA8/AaBisdeqS2c/s1600/Kyanne+013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-whoWzQPmzms/TtmA5b9otvI/AAAAAAAABA8/AaBisdeqS2c/s320/Kyanne+013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TzZlVUvE5g8/TtmBfyhBxEI/AAAAAAAABBE/K854VadYSPk/s1600/Kyanne+025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TzZlVUvE5g8/TtmBfyhBxEI/AAAAAAAABBE/K854VadYSPk/s320/Kyanne+025.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OLv8zPM6Kb0/TtmBqlGRZII/AAAAAAAABBM/WJcA_6GJ6CQ/s1600/Kyanne+026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OLv8zPM6Kb0/TtmBqlGRZII/AAAAAAAABBM/WJcA_6GJ6CQ/s320/Kyanne+026.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are her favorite things so far. Oh and let's not forget the bananas. I did not take them out for the picture because she would have wanted another one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I gave her the rest of the soup from yesterday that she loved so much for lunch. Again, she let me feed her. She just couldn’t get enough in her mouth at one time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once she was done with lunch she started yawning. She hadn’t slept much in the stroller so she needed a nap. Tried to get her upstairs and sleep in our bed with me and she was screaming like someone was hurting her. As soon as I put her in my arms and stood up, she immediately stopped. I tried to let her cry for 1 minute and then put her in my arms again but no, I had to stay up. I went downstairs with her, tried to sit her down on the couch but same scenario. I took out my sling and settled her in and she stopped crying and cuddle on me. She took a deep breath meaning, finally mommy. You understand that I want you to cuddle with you!!!! But why do I need to stand up for her to have comfort???? Does anyone know? It was pretty rough. I had tears running down my face while I was holding her. She was fine at this point. I had her in the sling for a good hour and a half. She was holding my arms and would sometime play with my hair. I guess I need to take my time and let her sleep in the sling until she is ready for next stage. While I was waling around the house with her in the sling, I got thinking that I always said that while I am on my parental leave, I wanted to stay fit, but did not want to leave her to go to yoga or gym. I think god has answered my prayer and sent me a child that will keep me fit. I was doing lunges, swats while she was in my arms. I even learned to eat with my left hand while she was sleeping and was still able to answer my FB and texts with one hand. I’ll be a pro by next week LOL! It was a bit emotional when I was trying to comfort her and she would not stop crying but now I know that the sling is the answer and that’s what I’m going to use from now on if that’s what makes her comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PR2SUjdj7Q0/TtmB1MvUX0I/AAAAAAAABBU/4MmLaejWPdQ/s1600/Kyanne+041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PR2SUjdj7Q0/TtmB1MvUX0I/AAAAAAAABBU/4MmLaejWPdQ/s320/Kyanne+041.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--3N6r0IGooU/TtmCAIxc6rI/AAAAAAAABBc/MHQUijbNAeE/s1600/Kyanne+042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--3N6r0IGooU/TtmCAIxc6rI/AAAAAAAABBc/MHQUijbNAeE/s320/Kyanne+042.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;When she finally woke up, I was on the floor making yoga moves to straighten out my back and she was just laughing at me. I tried to get her to join me, but she could not stop laughing. Then the running around continued. I was a bit relaxed at that point and now she was all pumped up again. I didn’t have time to make more coffee so I thought to myself. Who needs chocolate covered coffee beans... why not just eat the bean! Well that’s what I did and it worked. I was able to finish the afternoon playing around with her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This evening, I made her veggie burger (just the patty), carrots, turnips and sweet potato fries, baked in the oven. At first she was only eating the veggie burger. I was starting to be depressed thinking she would not eat her veggies but once we stopped starting at her eat, she almost finished the whole plate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ocREYPp5GZg/TtmCKPhascI/AAAAAAAABBk/VRtDVTJewMg/s1600/Kyanne+046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ocREYPp5GZg/TtmCKPhascI/AAAAAAAABBk/VRtDVTJewMg/s320/Kyanne+046.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daddy giving her peaces of apples from an apple pie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uodk2q62L58/TtmCusFSP5I/AAAAAAAABBs/g-MV326VEuE/s1600/Kyanne+051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uodk2q62L58/TtmCusFSP5I/AAAAAAAABBs/g-MV326VEuE/s320/Kyanne+051.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-64lCJFiTdG8/TtmC5jdjBLI/AAAAAAAABB0/LvbTbE_ggjg/s1600/Kyanne+055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-64lCJFiTdG8/TtmC5jdjBLI/AAAAAAAABB0/LvbTbE_ggjg/s320/Kyanne+055.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's just so hilarious!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We got the Christmas tree set up in the living room and we are going to decorate it tomorrow evening. It will be interesting to see what Kyanne is going to do. Is she going to decorate the tree with Nicole or is she going to break the ornaments???? We’ll see tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it all up... what I have learned today... Kyanne needs her mama more than anything and she needs to feel secure. I will have her in my sling during the day when she wants to fall asleep and we’re alone. I am going to do my best possible to make her as comfortable as I can. Maybe today was just a reality check for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and one last thing, Kyanne almost ate a doggy treat. I wanted her to give Sam and George a treat and she backed away with the treat in her hand and she opened her mouth... mommy to the rescue and I took it from her in time. LOL! I guess we’ll need to practice more on the real doggy treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n9YCiHLHEcQ/TtmDEHeB8hI/AAAAAAAABB8/mCamqZkpGNQ/s1600/Kyanne+062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n9YCiHLHEcQ/TtmDEHeB8hI/AAAAAAAABB8/mCamqZkpGNQ/s320/Kyanne+062.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Youpi!!!&amp;nbsp;The Chistmas&amp;nbsp;Tree!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XNdcUQbLiJU/TtmDOUU0LHI/AAAAAAAABCE/fbAzhhnZR2M/s1600/Kyanne+066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XNdcUQbLiJU/TtmDOUU0LHI/AAAAAAAABCE/fbAzhhnZR2M/s320/Kyanne+066.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kyanne sound asleep with daddy by her side. Night night all!﻿&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414514236165848125-7815679809824270222?l=sylvic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/feeds/7815679809824270222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414514236165848125&amp;postID=7815679809824270222' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/7815679809824270222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/7815679809824270222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/2011/12/emotional-day-some-good-and-some-bad.html' title='Emotional Day! Some good and some bad!'/><author><name>Sylvie and Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703886693652024477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31o38iPwy4s/TYAZatRrqVI/AAAAAAAAApU/pzD8o0uFjhU/s220/Winter%2B2011%2B090.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hLj6rhdU7UM/TtmAOiqBO-I/AAAAAAAABAc/uWZnI4NfCcg/s72-c/Kyanne+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414514236165848125.post-3128065995126940263</id><published>2011-12-02T00:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T00:06:54.991-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It feels so right!</title><content type='html'>This morning I’m just in love. It just felt so right! I was sitting besides her sipping my coffee and I had tears of joy. I am so proud to be her mama! I don’t know if it’s because she slept with me that I feel more connected but as you can imagine, she is sleeping beside me right now, while I am updating my blog. She has her bum up in the air and her head is at my feet. Hey, whatever works... Victor stayed downstairs to watch the hockey game for a while and I thought I would have a hard time to get her to sleep. Little did I know, she remembered that she was comfortable with mommy and daddy last night? She cried for a sec because I tried to sit down in the bed while I was holding her. Not even 2 minutes after she got out of my arms and made herself comfortable in our bed. I am so happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning it was cereal with coconut milk, half a banana and Christmas music playing in the background. For some reason, today felt special. I think I just finally kicked in that she’s really mine and she’s not going away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise, Kyanne got up at 8 this morning. Mommy was not ready for a crazy morning at all. Well let me tell you, I need some practice to get things moving in the morning if I have places to go. Started at 8 and at 11:30 I was in the car and I felt like I had just got out of my hot yoga class. Unbelievable! I need a system or something... LOL! While I was in the bathroom getting ready, I was hearing boxes being opened. I sneaked up on her to see what she was doing. She was sitting on the floor, had found her gold fish treats and was sharing with Sam and George. She’s a smart cookie! She remembered where I had put them away yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9RtykRDZGw/TthD3VtfbMI/AAAAAAAAA-k/hx61uPoQ4Pw/s1600/Kyanne+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9RtykRDZGw/TthD3VtfbMI/AAAAAAAAA-k/hx61uPoQ4Pw/s320/Kyanne+002.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n1XAviU0qik/TthEBa4D2eI/AAAAAAAAA-s/vKgqoyJ5Mbg/s1600/Kyanne+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n1XAviU0qik/TthEBa4D2eI/AAAAAAAAA-s/vKgqoyJ5Mbg/s320/Kyanne+010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bsjpHg7qck/TthEL9_FBRI/AAAAAAAAA-0/yVoh8wqZarA/s1600/Kyanne+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bsjpHg7qck/TthEL9_FBRI/AAAAAAAAA-0/yVoh8wqZarA/s320/Kyanne+012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I had her all dressed and ready to leave, I smelled something not right... so up I go again to change her for the second time in the am. She was just wild. I turned to get a wipe and she put her foot right in the pamper and started laughing. I could not believe it. I undressed her and had to wash her again. Once I got her dressed a second time, I turned around to get my stuff and she had already taken out her socks, head band and was going for the pants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got in town, I met my step-daughter and my cousin at Calactus (Vegetarian Resto.) for lunch. Kyanne ate some of my veggie burger and pan fries. She did well. It was our first outing at a restaurant. She was really quite and was just staring at the other tables because it was loud. Once we were done, I headed to Superstore and when she saw the bananas... OMG she just started speaking in créol I think and was just so excited. I don’t know what it is with those bananas but they better have them when I need them. Every time she saw someone go by, she would wave and say ‘Bye Bye’ and some other words that I did not understand. Once we got to the cash, she did not want to give the bananas to pass the scan. She was screaming so the guy rushed to weigh them and gave the right back to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bO-rMWpX5Rg/TthKsedzZUI/AAAAAAAAA_U/668AQkPPWZU/s1600/Kyanne+027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bO-rMWpX5Rg/TthKsedzZUI/AAAAAAAAA_U/668AQkPPWZU/s320/Kyanne+027.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aLWehZSZm2Y/TthK2MTic2I/AAAAAAAAA_c/CLmaRRJrhAg/s1600/Kyanne+032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aLWehZSZm2Y/TthK2MTic2I/AAAAAAAAA_c/CLmaRRJrhAg/s320/Kyanne+032.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZebvcFm0l60/TthLM8BDIDI/AAAAAAAAA_k/ob9tiLh3-Kg/s1600/Kyanne+035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZebvcFm0l60/TthLM8BDIDI/AAAAAAAAA_k/ob9tiLh3-Kg/s320/Kyanne+035.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1220244236"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1220244237"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I made 5 stops in total. It’s a work out just taking her in and out of the car seat. We stopped at my other step-daughters work to see her. Kyanne was just staring at everyone. She did not feel comfortable at first. A big tall guy walked by and she just opened up her arms to him. She is really attracted by men. Nicole took her back in her arms to walk her for the tour and she turn around and wanted to come back to me. I was really happy for that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got her some Shea butter and jojoba oil for her hair and skin. When I gave her bath this evening, I applied the oil and butter in her hair and scalp. I sure hope it helps her dry damage hair. I might wait a week or so before I bring her in at a hair salon for another style. Her hair line is really far and I think it’s because of those tight braids she had all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some soup at the German bakery on my way home. I wasn’t sure if I was going to give her any because she’s a messy eater but she just loved it. I did modify the recipe a bit... I put some of the organic chicken and rice soup with the ginger sweet potato and squash soup. I even steamed some carrots to add more chunks and she just loved it. She had 2 bowls. For the first, time she let me help her with her spoon. She was trying to eat the soup with her hand. She always has a spoon or a fork in her right hand, however she doesn’t use it. She eats with her left hand. She loved the soup so much &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ak3hCWS6vW4/TthLzVtGaRI/AAAAAAAAA_0/UbKh3q-GDIc/s1600/Kyanne+048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ak3hCWS6vW4/TthLzVtGaRI/AAAAAAAAA_0/UbKh3q-GDIc/s320/Kyanne+048.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WCbum5eTRyc/TthMLvsYR1I/AAAAAAAAA_8/-t2tE0bGvTE/s1600/Kyanne+052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WCbum5eTRyc/TthMLvsYR1I/AAAAAAAAA_8/-t2tE0bGvTE/s320/Kyanne+052.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This evening, Kyanne wanted to cuddle with me even more. She runs around and then hugs my legs and just smiles. She was really excited to see daddy come home from work as well. Anabelle, my god child came over this evening to play with her. Kyanne is starting to get used to her now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fXLdWkrRhVU/TthMV1L4UnI/AAAAAAAABAE/r0IHyMJdQDk/s1600/Kyanne+069.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fXLdWkrRhVU/TthMV1L4UnI/AAAAAAAABAE/r0IHyMJdQDk/s320/Kyanne+069.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vCOtBcOCd7Y/TthMuza9kCI/AAAAAAAABAM/AByUXoGFHng/s1600/Kyanne+082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vCOtBcOCd7Y/TthMuza9kCI/AAAAAAAABAM/AByUXoGFHng/s320/Kyanne+082.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know if I am giving her too much flax seeds but I had to change her 5 times today and it did not smell roses. She must be healthy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much of a crazy day it was today, I am the happiest mama! I just love being with her and watching her learn as I do. She was singing and dancing to Christmas songs this morning. She imitates my dancing, it’s just too cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and poor Sam! If we would give her a ticket to go to a dog retirement place, she would run out the door and leave her stuff behind. It seems that she aged 10 years in the past week. Victor and I give them lots of attention so they don’t get jealous but she is older than George and she has a hard time with the screaming and running around. She loves that Kyanne gives her treats but that’s about all she can handle. George on the other hand is in heaven. It seems that she is so happy to have someone as hipper as her. Kyanne was talking and I could not figure out what she was saying. I turned around and Geroge had her princess crown in her mouth LOL! Kyanne was not impressed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/414514236165848125-3128065995126940263?l=sylvic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/feeds/3128065995126940263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=414514236165848125&amp;postID=3128065995126940263' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/3128065995126940263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/414514236165848125/posts/default/3128065995126940263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylvic.blogspot.com/2011/12/it-feels-so-right.html' title='It feels so right!'/><author><name>Sylvie and Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703886693652024477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31o38iPwy4s/TYAZatRrqVI/AAAAAAAAApU/pzD8o0uFjhU/s220/Winter%2B2011%2B090.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9RtykRDZGw/TthD3VtfbMI/AAAAAAAAA-k/hx61uPoQ4Pw/s72-c/Kyanne+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414514236165848125.post-2424838277572313159</id><published>2011-11-30T23:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T23:29:19.367-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home  1 week already!</title><content type='html'>Kyanne has been home for a week now. I sometime still think it’s all a dream and then the baby monitor makes me jump and I know it’s all real! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I decided it was going to be a stay home day. I needed to cuddle with her and just be with her. I was reading attachment stories last night before I went to bed... don’t know why I did that because felt that I needed to hold her but she was in her crib. It was hard going to bed and thinking that all the pretty smiles and hugs could go away... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Victor woke u
