My husband and I have been married for 12 years. One of the reasons we're still happily married is because we both like our routines and to stay within our comfort zones. So while I try things like speed skating, there are other things I won't budge on. Like our vacations.
I guess they were reading Peter Rabbit in Son No. 2's class this past week and aftewards the kids were presented with this worksheet to try to figure out what they would do to keep rabbits from coming into the garden if they were Mr. McGregor.
I don't even know where to begin except those bunnies are screwed if Son No. 2 ever learns about napalm
Today Son No. 2 held a Stuffed Animal Party in his room. The whole family was given tickets to partake in the fun that is stuffies. He had made a big 'Stuffed Animal Party' sign and had prepared plenty of activities to keep us busy - puzzles, books to read, a craft station and even snacks. Plus we were all given a ticket so Son No. 1 could cartoon each of us.
Son No. 1 is actually a very good drawer, and aside from the fact that I look like a slightly wasted member of the Beatles, my cartoon image seemed a little, shall we say, off.
On June 6th, a 15 year old girl named Alice Pyne started a blog. She's 15 years old and is dying of cancer - the blog is her bucket list.
Her list is a compilation of typical things all 15 year old girls want to do, 'have a private movie party with my BFFs', to things she's always wanted to do but is no longer able to because of the cancer.
Harto is the genius behind My Drunk Kitchen. I discovered her last week through the Huffington Post and then spent the next half hour watching all of her videos.
I’m okay with rainstorms, even downpours where the wipers can’t keep up with the torrents of water on the windshield. Blizzards don’t even really phase me anymore. It’s the cloudy days that do me in. Those are the days I grip the steering wheel until my knuckles turn white and every oncoming car is a threat. Loud noises cause adrenalin to course through my veins and I shush my kids more often than usual.
I’m fashionably challenged. That’s not to say I can’t look put together but the fact is, when it comes to style, I have none. Unless you count white t-shirts and black yoga pants as style, then I have lots of it – 14 and 7 respectively.
Yesterday I took the boys to my niece's birthday party. It was a swimming party and Son No. 1 and No. 2 were super excited to be hanging out in a pool for a few hours.
Turns out the pool had a three story slide. Both boys were adamant they wouldn't be going on it.
They were out playing with friends, I was attempting to shower and make my hair frizz free. The phone rang - it was Son No. 1. He was at a neighbour’s house and wanted to know if he and Son No. 2 could go bike riding with a group of friends to a local pond then to the Mac’s store.
I hesitated only a moment then said no. The Mac’s store was across a busy intersection and while Son No. 1 was capable, I felt Son No. 2 was still too young to make this trek.
Twice, my son has choked on food. The first was when he was a wee tot, just turned two. He was walking around the kitchen eating a slice of cantalope and bit off a piece that was too large. I was washing dishes and he was just out of my sightline. I can't even allow myself to think of what would have happened if I hadn't peeked around to see what was going on. There were no sounds - no coughing, no grunts, nothing. Utter silence.
I was at Walmart shopping for boring stuff like milk and toilet paper so I decided to detour on over to the cosmetic section which is when I came across these.
They're nail polish strips with different patterns. I just about peed myself when I saw them *claps hands excitedly*. Why yes, I AM a cosmetic marketer's dream client.
You know when you have a weird pimple, maybe somewhere in the vicinity of your eyebrow and it won't go away. So in a moment of frustration you decide to squeeze it even though you're fully aware of the dire blemish popping consequences but you just want the damn thing to go away and do it anyway?
I met Katherine Stone at BlogHer 2010. We were standing in line waiting to get breakfast at an event and started chatting. Katherine created and runs Post Partum Progress, the most comprehensive and accessible information available on perinatal mental illness for pregnant women and new mothers.
She has essentially made it her life's mission to help mothers with Post Partum Depression get the help they need and let them know they aren't alone.
I miss my mother deeply. I don't speak about it much, the emotions are too close to the surface and threaten to surge up and overwhelm me at any given time, but the empty space left when she passed away is there every day.
A month ago, I bought a book for Son No. 1 to teach him the ins and outs about sex.
Ba ha ha ha ha ha..
I ended up buying him this book which is beyond awesome. An hour after giving it to him he was on page 35. Apparently if you want to encourage boys to read, just give them a book about sex and contains all the embarrassing words that will throw them into fits of laughter. Vagina anyone?
My son started collecting record albums a few months ago thanks to his awesome teacher who also collects albums and brought them in to share with the class. That, combined with his discovery of my old albums in the basement (Elvis, baby!) spurred on a lust for LP's.
Or alternatively a PR company contacted me to tell me they wanted to send a dessert from Baker Street, a family owned company here in Toronto. I was on that email like a PMSing woman on chocolate cake which, you know, probably.
