It's about an inch of body cream at the bottom of the container that I can't use because the pump doesn't reach down to the very bottom. All those swirly markings in the cream are because I'm trying to scrape up the cream with the bottom of the pump. Do I even have to explain to you how annoying this is?
Humans, for the most part, are a very egocentric group. Granted, it’s a Darwinian thing. Being self-centred has kept us alive for millions of years. When one has to outrun a sabre-tooth tiger you learn quite quickly to take care of yourself.
For the record, you don’t have to run faster than a sabre-tooth tiger, you only have to run faster than your slowest hunting partner.
To hand surf out my car window on a breezy summer day. To wear warm clothes taken directly from the dryer. It is not where I drink the coffee it is who I drink the coffee with. Sometimes doing nothing is doing something.
It's no secret I love StumbleUpon but every once in awhile I come across a gem that I bookmark, this was one of them. It's MulticolorEngine. What is it exactly? In their words,"We extracted the colors from 10 million Creative Commons images on Flickr. Search this collection by color. Addictive and very likely the best color search engine in the world*!"
Lately I’ve been struggling with writing about my boys. When I first started blogging they were young, a toddler and baby. The stories I told may have been about them but they also were mine. When they didn’t sleep through the night, it was also about my own sleep deprivation. When they fought, it included my frustration.
Now they are older, boys with opinions and experiences all their own and those stories no longer belong to me–they belong to them.
Like many of you with kids, my boys have been getting Santa photos since they were babies. I love the pictures but they would be put on display at Christmas and when the holidays were over they'd would be packed up in a box or album never to be seen again. This year I decided to use them as part of our Christmas decor.
We were decorating our Christmas tree on Saturday when it happened.
I have these ornaments that are special to me. They're from my childhood and when my mom passed away my sister and I divided them between us. They always sit front and centre on our tree reminding me of my mom and memories from Christmases past. Unfortunately, the ornaments are also quite delicate and through the years some have broken—there are only four left that are whole.
In case you live in a cave, this is the newest internet video to go viral. It's a public service announcement campaign by Metro Trains in Melbourne, Australia and ever since my kids showed it to me I can't get the catchy little song out of my head so now I'm going to pass that favour on to you.
We received an email update from my sons' school informing us that the teachers will be in position to participate in strike action on December 13th. As someone who works from home, I'm lucky in the sense that this will not affect me to the point it will be disruptive. While it's not ideal to try to work with two active boys racing around in my office space, I don't need to take time off work nor will I have to arrange for childcare. But I know it will affect many parents out there. So I'm wondering...
I have fond memories of making magazine Christmas trees as a child using the Sears catalogue. In retrospect I realize how smart my mom was to give us such a big magazine to make these cute crafts. This is a fun project for kids of any age and I'm happy to report my two boys had an absolute blast making them.
The holidays are coming up which means kids are home from school and lots of time to create fun memories (or keep from going completely insane). While we do a lot of old-school stuff like sledding, skating, and gingerbread house making, here are a few ideas—some new, some tried, tested and true—to help you over the holiday hump.
I get that you’re being polite and nice. And typically I love polite and nice. I’m the mom who leans over her kids nudging them with an elbow when they're given a treat, toy, or money, and gently remind them “What are you supposed to say?”
“Thank you,” they sing-song back in unison.
I make them write thank-you notes, hold doors open for the people behind us, keep the elevator door from closing when someone is running towards it, and apologize when they've wronged a friend.
Usually, I like to write about the funny in my family’s life. Son No. 1 provides lots of fodder for my blog with his love of magic, knitting, sewing, writing books, DJing…the list goes on and on. He is a brilliant, engaging old soul who dares to be different without batting so much as an eyelash.
It happens all the time—PR agencies sending out bulk emails beginning with Dear Mommy Blogger. A few weeks ago an email was sent out to the masses that was clearly supposed to be a mail merge but someone forgot to actually do the merge part and the email was sent out addressed to: Dear [First Name] [Last Name]. Oh the tweets about that one!
I've read the rants time and time again—bloggers complaining about PR people being 'lazy' and 'I'm not just a mom blogger' and 'that term is so insulting.'