There are curled, dried up maple leaves on my driveway this morning and I can hardly smell sunscreen on my kids anymore. There's been no sticky burnt marshmallow crust in my hair for almost a week and every store I go to has aisles full of sullen children crying over pencil crayon displays. Summer's all but done, and come this time just a few days from now, it'll all be a frozen margarita-soaked memory. So, buh-bye Summer 2014! We had a decent run, but the fun's gotta stop sometime, and that …
Snack Attack: Stop the Madness
When I became a mother I knew the role would require me to fulfill certain tasks, but I never realized how it would be a full-time job keeping my children satiated. Children everywhere around me appeared to be hungry at all times and it was a given that I should prevent my kids from understanding what hunger felt like. As I looked around and learned from other parents in my environment, I came to understand that full stomach = good and forgetting to load diaper bag with equivalent to wartime …
My So Called Life in Social Media
Recently, I was "unfriended" on Facebook. It's possible this has happened with others before but I never noticed. I have somewhere around 230 "friends" give or take a few but I don't watch the number count with an eagle eye so I could definitely miss it. This particular person though I did notice because in the timeline you can now see when other friends comment on other statuses, even if they're not your friends. Holy convuluted Batman, life in social media is hard, but I digress. The update …
The Thing About Mommy Blogger Conferences
I might be the only one not offended by the Wall Street Journal's recent article on mommy blogger conferences. I missed the initial brouhaha on social media when the story cracked. After reading an angry tweet, I searched for the article and had my pitch fork at the ready. I mean, if my fellow bloggers were this upset, obviously the Wall Street Journal had really insulted us. Instead, I had to put my pitchfork down to scratch my head. Huh? What are we so upset about again? First the …
Matters of the Heart
On November 23, 2012, thirteen years to the day I met him, my husband had a heart attack. Picking up tile for our kitchen reno, his elbows began to hurt. In fact, on a scale of 1 to 10 for pain, his elbows were a 9, his heart, he said later, was maybe a four. Not surprising of course that he didn't really know what was happening. Like most Canadians, we are not well versed in the symptoms of a heart attack. He drove himself home, where he fell out of the truck onto the driveway. It was …
