The Confession

In my last entry, I promised you Steve’s “confession,” so here it is: as I was prepping Callum’s room to paint it, Steve casually mentioned that he used to be a professional painter. Somehow, we managed to get through painting both an apartment and a house in Ottawa without this ever coming up. As soon as he revealed this to me, I began to imagine him painting our current home from top to bottom, from ceilings to baseboards, and everything in between, including the kitchen cabinets (they’re those ubiquitous 80’s jobs with the oak trim at the bottom). I wonder why he had kept his previous life as a painter to himself until now?

I suppose that divulging this information might have worked contrary to his desire to do as little work as possible on our rental home. Oh well. At least he left this on my pillow to make up for it:

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That’s right, folks. Let your imaginations run WILD about what I might have had to do for all that Canadian Tire dough! I’m a lucky lady!

At any rate, we did get Callum’s room painted last week, and with a hectic week of him starting daycare, I’m finally getting around to posting some before and after pics. I’m much happier with the sunny yellow and crisp white trim than the drab mix of browns that was up before. What do you think?

Here’s a photo of the nursery with the old colours, as I was preparing the room to be painted:

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And here’s a photo of the nursery after:

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I painted the walls and Steve did the trim. Can you tell the difference between the professional and the amateur’s work?

In the meantime, transitioning Callum to daycare continues to be a bit of a struggle. I was thrown into a complete tailspin last Friday, when I went to pick him up and found—horror of horrors—processed cheese and 2% milk in the fridge in the infant room! The friend that I spoke to after these discoveries would attest to the fact that I was very upset by this. In retrospect, it may have been an overreaction, but so far, I’ve cooked all of Callum’s food, and as a result, he’s had nothing processed. Also, children under the age of two should only drink whole milk, because it contains fat that is important for their developing brains.

In the end, a quick talk with the lead caregiver in Callum’s room and the daycare centre’s owner seems to have resolved the situation. We went over what kinds of food Callum will be getting as snacks, and processed cheese is not on the list. They explained that they only occasionally give the children milk at all and that, when they do, it’s just a small amount on their cereal, and they let me know that I was free to bring in whole milk for Callum should I so desire. I have since done so.

Although these may seem like small things, everything seems all-important when raising a child, and the choices I’ve made along the way, such as making Callum’s food myself in order to keep processed foods our of his diet, seem all the more important now that I am letting go of having him at home with me twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. I imagine the next twenty years or more will be a gradual process of letting go, but these first few steps are difficult!

6 thoughts on “The Confession

  1. The room looks great! I rescued a desk headed for the trash from a neighbor on the weekend and refinished it. It looks amazing and I felt so great as I was sanding and painting, doing something productive other than caring for baby (my mom was doing the caring). I’m glad that you resolved the daycare issues… I still think that they should have whole milk on hand though but I’m glad you discussed it with them in a calm and civil manner. Ha ha!!

    • Ah, Steve knows you too well!
      I remember when we thought processed cheese was a treat when we were kids because our mom rarely let us have it (or any other processed food). I still feel guilty when I put a frozen pizza in the oven rather than making my own crust and using fresh ingredients. Keep fighting the good fight – Callum will be happy and healthier for it some day.

      • I figure that I’ll do my best to keep him eating as healthily as possible as long as possible, and that certainly means no processed cheese! What is that stuff, anyway? Edible oil product with trace amounts of milk?

    • Thanks, Megan. We’ll be doing some more “babyfying” in there whenever the opportunity presents itself. I find this house generally lacking in cheer; hopefully we can make it crack a smile, bit by bit.

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