People fall into two categories—those who can keep a secret and those who can’t.
The first category—those who can—can also be divided into two categories. Those who can keep a secret at all costs and those who can be bribed. There is also the third, smaller group of those who can keep a secret so long as they tell just one other person.
We leave our children with teachers for a large portion of the day but more goes on in the classroom than you know—sensitive issues crop up in classrooms all the time. I found one teacher who was willing to spill the beans on what some teachers really want you to know, as long as he or she remained anonymous.
Once upon a time there was a mom whose favourite present in the whole world was a gift card to a book store. Birthdays, Christmas, Mother's Day, her eyes would light up with excitement when she opened the credit-card-sized-card. She would spend hours at the book store perusing the shelves trying to decide which stories she would bring home.
I love to tie dye t-shirts with my kids but the truth is, it's quite messy so when I StumbledUpon Sharpie tie dye t-shirts, I was quite excited. The only problem in all of the tutorials I came across you would wrap a portion of the t-shirt around a plastic cup, make a design, wrap another portion around a cup, make a design, and so on.
Last week we were away on our yearly vacation to Delawana Inn. Every night there's a family show and on one particular night, it was a magic show which included an escape from a straightjacket. Son No. 1 has been interested in magic and performing his own shows for years so it came as no surprise when he asked us where he could buy a straightjacket for himself.
I thought it would be easy choosing just one person for the Dove Celebrate Mom Contest, but I am in the lucky position, or in this case, difficult position, to be surrounded by women who are amazing mothers and role models.
I'm supposed to be working right now but I can't stop thinking of yesterday.
Paul, the boys and I met up with my sister-in-law and niece and went to Canada's Wonderland for the day.
I made the purposeful decision to leave my phone at home. There was no email checking, sending quick texts or taking pictures to tweet out to show everyone what a wonderful day I was having. It was our family having fun for us. It was me being focused and paying attention to my kids.
With one son who plays hockey, one son who speed skates plus my own newfound love of speed skating, I’m at an arena a minimum of five times a week. Minimum because those five times are the mandatory ‘you need to show up for a practice or game’ times. I am a huge advocate of families being active together. For us, skating is the perfect opportunity for our family to have fun at a sport we all enjoy, so on top of those five times, we go to a public skate at least once a week.
I love hearing about the reasons why someone started blogging. What was her inspiration? Why does he continue to blog? Is there something you want to get out of it? Do you have a goal? There is no right or wrong answer and the answers themselves are always as unique and individual as the person who's sharing and yet sometimes there is also a commonality.
You Will Never Sleep Again I know it hurts you to read it. It hurt me to write it. I don't enjoy taking away your hope. You may not even believe me but you need to trust me on this—I wouldn't lie to you. Not like all those mothers who lied to me.
You WILL sleep through the night again because eventually, all children do. But it will never be on a consistent basis.
Gone are the summers of my childhood, a time when summers were about playing with friends for hours on end……..unsupervised. My parents didn’t hover over us like stealth helicopters swooping in when fights broke out or dangerous activities like hanging upside down on the monkey bars or riding our banana bikes with no hands occurred.
I make no bones about the fact that I am completely against loot bags filled with crap but I'm also against how birthday parties have become a competitive sport. I got caught up in the birthday party mayhem when my boys were younger—movie parties, parties at indoor playgrounds, face painters—all for little kids who could easily be entertained with a box.
I went away on the May long weekend with my family—it was four days of frolicking and fun. Over 150 pictures were taken and there are photos of my kids, photos of my husband, photos of scenery, but there are no photos of me and my kids together.
I read a story about a 12-year-old boy, Joel Morales, who had been taunted and bullied by classmates and, despite moving schools, the bullying continued. Last week he hung himself in his family's apartment.
My older son is not too far away from twelve. I can't imagine what Joel's family is going through—what this boy went through that brought him to the point he felt he had no other choice but to kill himself.