V-day.

So far so good! Today has been a very tired but good day! Deacon woke up last night at 4am and I havent really gone back to sleep yet. Riley woke up and all he talked about was Daddy. Its like he knows that certain days Daddy stays home from work. Today though Joe had to go in for a little while. When Joe got home, Riley went outside naked to help Daddy unload wood. He was running around screaming, "Yook Daddy!!!!" He also had "Mador" and "mak" stickers on his hands and kept showing Joe. This brings up the funny story of Matt's birthday party at the Keg. Ry was sitting up against the wall beside a picture (taken probably around 1915) of two trains that had crashed into each other. Half-way into our meal someone pointed it out to Ry. He was speechless for about 10 seconds. Then he proceeded to say to Joe, " YOOK DADDY YOOK!!! TRAIN!! BROKEN TRAIN!!! DADDY YOOK!!!" So Joe yooked. As he turned his head away from the picture, Riley would start up again. This went on for about 10 min until I asked him WHO broke the train. Then he started saying to joe, "DADDY YOOK!!! TRAIN BROKEN!! DADDY BROKE WITH A HAMMER!!! YOOK!!!" For about another 10 min until Joe glared at me and told me we were going home. Very funny. So Ry was in the back of Uncle Mattchu's truck with Daddy helping him throw wood - Naked. He kept looking in the front of the truck and saying, "Mattchu!" and Joe would tell him, "Yes Daddy borrowed Uncle Matthew's truck." Over and over again. We all went inside after all the wood was put away... LOL. Joe then gave me flowers! Hes so sweet. I tried to get Ry to say Happy Birthday Daddy. But whenever I said that he would say, " No happy birthday daddy, Happy birthday Uncle Mattchu!!!" Finally I explained to him that soon Mommy, Deacon AND Riley will have a day that its their "Happy Birthday's". That did it. "Ok Mommy. Happy Birthday Daddy!"
I had alot of fun last night at my brother Phil's Spa. It was halarious to see Brian "washing" his face. In other words, rubbing it in his hair, eyes, eyebrows and all over with the palms of his hands! They really had fun, though!

Finally I can talk about my day...

Enough about the past... Today was a very hectic day. I woke up, sorry was WOKEN up yet again, by Ry like I am everyday. I knew that we were going to his playgroup's v-day party. I couldnt wake Deek up because I also knew I had to go other places after that, so no nappy for him! We finally got out the door at quarter to 10. The party was super sweet! Ry actaully told Nicca to " STOP IT NICCA!!", along with Ryder. He also got "timed out" 5 x in a row.. silly boy. After the party was over we went to Staples. Riley was so good in the store that I bought him a big colouring pad with "cars" as the theme as well as Thomas stickers. We get in the car and I put a sticker on his hand of "Percy" one of Thomas's friends. I always get a kick out of the crazy way sometimes he says things. He started calling him "pussy". Mommy, I love pussy. Mommy Yook(look) Pussy!!! Yes baby, PERCY. Mommy I like pussy. On and on it went about the pussy. Then he stuck the pussy on hin chin and it was, "Mommy!! Where did pussy go?!?" It took everything I had no to laugh.

Words Ry says:

Truck = cock

muffin = noffin

percy = pussy

Yook = look

kumon = come on

biggles = the wiggles

I yuv you = I love you

All in all even I get confused about what hes saying!! LOL!

Words he says right:

because

why not

why

no

yes

no night night time

Joe

Megan

Deacon

I miss you...

the list goes on and on...

Joes b-day is tomorrow, yes v-day is his b-day. I have planned for us to go to a movie and dinner. I really hope he likes it... :)

Shifting

Spreading

Feeling

The sands

Of time

Fall...

My passion... well you knew I was going to mention it someday!!

So I like passion. I have a chinese symbol on my hip that means "passion". For those peps that know me, which lets face it is all 3 of you! LOL! Know that Im not boring or passive. I have a great skill at having my brain working ALL the time. I know it dosne t seem like it all the time, and it probably isnt what Im supposted to be thinking about. But... its true. Focus Megan... Ok sorry. I finished High School but it was hard. Im not very good at "school". Classrooms and the such just dont do it for me. I got maybe a C in all my subjects. So after High School, I have no clue what I wanted to do. Photography was a passion of mine and I went to BCIT for a little class, but it just didnt pan out. My dad finally hired me out of pity and I started off slow. First I helped organize the shop. I soon discovered that "organizing" also itsnt my "thing". Then he brought me to a mini job site, where I just was the first aid person but also his SLAVE. Or so I felt. I would do odd jobs around... well where ever! (on a side note, we had a guard dog there named Pebbles and he was quite unfriendly. One day he "got off" his leash and took off toward this greyhound. Who was being walked by a young gentleman. He took 2 huge chunks out of this dogs hind quarters before I got there to haul his away. I appoligized to the man and he took off. I was sweating bullets because I knew he could sue me! The next day the young man came back. I said I was sorry again and asked how the dog was. He told me that Pebbles actually bit him as well and they both were ok. I asked if there was anything I could do and he proceeded to ask me out. Weird I know.) Anyway, I hated it! Then he started a new job in North Van, I went out there once a week and cleaned their trailer. Then slowly I started to work "on site". I worked for him for 5 years total. Around year 3 I started to feel actually like I was doing something right and by year 5 I was loving it! I had to stop because of my babies and I will probably never do it again. But in Sept my aunt introduced me to BeautiControl. She had never signed anyone up and I kept bugging her, so one day I just signed myself up! From the get go, I loved everything! I had gotten used to nothing ever doing what it tells you it will. My closet is filled with probably $1000 worth of crap stuff. Im going full bore ahead and hoping to become a director by the end of this year!
So I just got back from a fast lane leadership meeting. I loved it! Everytime anyone lets me talk about BeautiControl, I get outta hand! I shared all my ideas with everyone and they all listened! I feel bad sometimes because people think Im trying to gimmic them into something, when in reality Im just trying to help them reach their dreams. I just wanted to introduce you to my other love.


BeautiControl beauticontrol
How you love?
With your instant manicure
and above.

My first Rant...

Well not EVER but here I guess. Deacon is such a happy easygoing little baby. But its a little annoying when we go out and EVERBODY thinks that he is like 3 months old. We weighed him today(his 8 1/2 month birthday, LOL) and he weighs 13 lbs. Thats awsome! He weighed 12 lbs when he was 4months old! He stayed that weight until 3 weeks ago when he had his last surgery. He has finally started gaining! I guess people dont know how hurtful it is when they proceed to tell you stories of how HUGE their child was. Its funny because Riley was a big boy and wherever I went I would tell everybody how big he was. I never knew until now how maybe I was hurting their feelings. Or maybe Im just sensitive. Its like when your pregnant and EVERYBODY loves to come up to you and tell you how HUGE you are! Its like, "Ya, thanks I dont have a mirror at home." Hello people! We know!

Sorry. Got carried away...

The Juthers (Judging mothers)

Every word

That flies like an arrow

Pierces into my self-esteem

Why?

The judges

Are judged

By the judging

Its all too much to bear...

My love, my life and my bestest friend.

Joe. The name alone is enough to stop my heart. LOL. No Im serious! Ok, I did this is the wrong order. But Joe is a very important part of my life. We met at a job site called "Time" in North Van. I knew him as an ass first. I asked him one time to help me carry something to the 14th floor (stairs - its weird because when your helping BUILD the building the elevator doesn't work when you need it to the most, like when you need to carry a whole lot of stuff to the roof. Sucks I know...) and he was like, "No, do it yourself". I was so not used to that. My dad would sometimes ask me to do something, walk around the corner, come back and some dude is doing it FOR ME. It totally went against his whole, "If you dont do it yourself nobody else is going to do it for you", motto thing. It wasnt ever anything big, just like typically someone lugging stuff for me. This on funny morning, my GF Elyse and I were on the roof preparing for a pour (when they pour concrete on top of the things that are going to be in the floor - sounds silly, I know.) and our friend (this guy that worked there), came up the stairs and met my dad in the staircase bringing us each a coffee. My dad just thought we were ridiculous. Anywho, Joe. Right. Kinda an ass, but really cute. Then one day he asked me to a birthday party at Roosters. My dad found out that I was "dating" a guy on site, and he blew up on me, asking, "Can't you find guys anywhere else?" So we planned a dad and daughter night for the same night as the Roosters night. So we went to a movie together, went home and I snuck out. I got there at like 11pm and Joe thought I wasn't coming so he was drunk. Lets just say, I snuck out all for nothing. I wrote him off and cont on my way. He however became obsessed with me and I had to have the whole, "We should just be friends" line. A week and a half later we kissed. So that was in April and we got engaged on Dec 17th. It was awesome dating Joe, finding out all these little things about him, like how EVERYBODY thinks that hes an angry person because he glares at them. But in reality he just cant see and hes thinking. Funny. Anyway we got engaged and then we got married on Sept 2, 2005. To this day I feel like I just fell for him. Hes so funny and sweet...

Joey

Love and hope

Become

The cry of my soul

The want of you

I see

Within

I need your kisses

I know you'll

Never leave me

But still

I cry

The thought

Of no more you

Kills me

The love

Fills my heart

Overflows into

My limbs

And I fall

But your arms

Catch me and

I love...

Deacon Kail Oliver

Well, when Riley was 4 months old, we decided that we should start trying again to have another. I think one of the big "mistakes" people make when they want to have another is that they think it will take the same amount of time(around) to get pregnant again. Well it took 6 months for Ry so we thought if we start now we might get pregnant by the time Ry is 1! So we went up to Joes uncle and aunts place up in OLIVER. hint hint... So this time no decorating but it was our anniversary! So the first month we tried... it worked!! LOL! So now here I am 4 weeks pregnant with a 5 month old. Fun! right. So I had to go back to work early, when Riley was 8 months old. So that I could collect mat leave again for Deacon. I worked for 4 months. It was fun I enjoy it. Went on mat leave right before we bought our first home! On April 1st we moved into our beautiful house! Deacon's pregnancy was pretty uneventful, no ambulance drives, no fainting. It was great! But at the 38 week mark the midwife again thought that maybe he was breech. So they got me in to see Dr. Lampen just in case I had to have a c-section again. He asked me if I would like for him to turn the baby. For some reason I said no, I felt really strong about it. When I was 38 weeks and 3 days they thought that he had turned again. So into the hospital, more ultrasounds and suprise suprise! Hes breech! Again he asked me if I would like for him to turn the baby (meaning pushing on the outside of my belly trying to turn the baby, there is a risk of uterus rupture but he told me a small one) I again said no. So we scheduled another c-section for that day. Deacon was born at 7:45pm on May 23rd, 7lbs 12oz, 21 inches long. He was also perfect! Very light complection and blondy red hair! So I breastfed him that night 3 times, the last being at 4am. He was doing great! I fell asleep and awoke to a sleeping baby - awesome! So time went on that day and Deacon was still not hungry or pooping. Nobody was concerned. Dorothy my MIL was MIA in Alberta, I gave her quick calls all day to fill her in. Now we knew before we had any kids that Joe has a disease called Hirschsprungs, meaning that the ganglion nerves are missing in parts of the colon and small intestines. Which means that they stay closed not allowing any poo to get through. Also meaning that they are always full until the BM goes sour, then they throw it up. So this was a big sign to me - not feeding, no poos, distended tummy, and very lethargic. I started to tell the nurses that something was wrong with my baby. Nobody listened. I get it, probably everybody who has a baby thinks at one point that they have a deadly disease. But in my case - I was right. They finally called Dr. Hewes and she said she would be in the next day to see him ( it was 9pm - 17 hours since his last meal.) Then she got called in anyway to a birthing. So she came up to see him and take X-rays and a blood test. The X-ray showed great loops of distended intestines and then little tiny ones. Hirschsprungs. They transferred us out the Children's Hospital at 4am. Over the next week he ate nothing, but had saline in his IV. At a week old he had a biopsy done to determine once and for all if he had it. The first came back inconclusive. So they had another one done and this time it was positive. So his first surgery was scheduled for June 4th. They were going to go in and determine if he had short segment (only a short piece usually ending in his colon) or long segment(meaning he would have to have a colostomy bag and then another surgery later to hook him back up). They told us it would be anywhere from 20 min to 4 hours. It was 5. They came out and told us yes it was long and it was in the whole colon and about a foot of his small intestines. He would have to have an iliostomy bag and another surgery. He took about 1 and a half weeks to recover and be on full feeds. So on June 20th we took him home. He was 7lbs 12 ozs. After he was home I went in to get a scan to see what was up with my uterus. In the end we founf out the reason both my babies were breech is because I have a dual chambered uterus. It means that I have almost 2 seperate uteruses. There was not enough room for them head down, so its a good thing that he didnt turn him because he probably would have ruptured it. Over the next few months he did pretty good! He gained 5 lbs! But he was always under the scale of typical babies. When he was 5 months old and in early Nov he went through what was supposted to be his last surgery. After again 5 hours then came out and told us there were complications and that he would have to have a bag on the opposite side for a while longer. They did reconstructive surgery on most of his small intestines, cutting them in half and sewing them to old parts of his colon they had saved. His problem why he wasn't gaining was that he didn't have his colon which takes all the salt and water out of your food. You cant gain weight without salt. So then we had to wait. We took him to Mexico on Jan 5th and he had soo much fun! Then we came back on the 12th and his last surgery was on the 16th. He went in and had an hour long surgery just to hook him back up! Then surgery in Nov was 5 hours long and he was in the hospital for 6 days. This last surgery in Jan was an hour long and he was in the hospital for 8 days. Hes an excellent healer but as soon as you touch his bowels hes knocked on his ass. The poor child had never before felt gas! He writhed on his bed for days and screamed. The drs all thought something had gone terribly wrong! They sent him for X-ray after X-ray, thinking that his poo was filling his abdominal cavity. Nope. Just gas! Phew! So we left the hospital 1 kilo heavier than when we came in and he still only weighed 14lbs at 8 months old. He lost all the water weight and were hoping that because of this last surgery that he will be able to put on more weight. He now weighs 12lbs 2ozs. But he doesn't look sick or starving ( which someone told me just recently I was doing to him). Hes just small for his age!

Deacon

It hurts

To see you lying there

So small and frail
Tiny as all
Poked all over

Bruised and battered
My little panda

Where have you gone?

Where is your smile?

So big like mine

Its lost within

The stiches

That line my mind

It hurts...

Riley Matteo Canyon

Well I thought I would take each of my sons and do a little blurb on them. Riley. We got pregnant with Riley on June 15th 2006. At our family ranch in Ashcroft, named Black Canyon Ranch. We were preparing for my brothers wedding, not by having sex, but by helping decorate. We had a break, obvously, and went for a walk... ok sorry this is too much info. I get it. Anyway, My pregnancy went pretty good. I realized that my bones like to pop out of joint ALOT while being pregnant. I think 6 different bones popped out at least 20x each. My rib, pelvis, hips, knee... ect. I fainted twice. Once I had to be driven to the hospital in an ambulance. Fun... really. He was perfect, head down the entire pregnancy. Until I went in to see my midwife on my 40 weeks due date. She tried to check to see if he was head down and was unsure. Finally she said he was but his head was not "engaged", meaning down inside the "birthing canal". Gross I know. Anyway she sent me to the hospital to have an ultrasound. The ultrasound was inclunclusive, Silly... So a doctor came, "felt around" and dicovered that he was head down, feet first! So I had a c-section. That day a few hours later. Never went into labour, nothing. He was born at 5:15pm on March 5th 2007. Weighing 8lbs 3 oz, 21 1/2 inches long. Perfect. He was born with a full head of black hair, and quite a dark complection.

Well almost 2 years later and hes definatley keeping me on my toes! He talks a mile a minute about everything, swims like crazy and we're just starting on potty training. So Im sure you will hear MUCH more about him as the days come on.

Riley

My heart tip toes

Across a tight rope

Tetters on a totter

I reach out to steady it

Giggles fill the air

Up and down

Bouncy bouncy bouncy

His smile is all I see

My soul guides him to the strings

That hold me together

And he pulls with all his might

"Uppy Mommy uppy"

I swing him around again

There is nothing I can do

But pray he finds the ground

I know he will find his ground.

My button forever

My heart always...