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Once a woman reaches a certain age, she often is no longer just a daughter, sister, or a friend; she also becomes a working woman, a wife, a mother, an appointment-keeper, a chauffeur, and inevitably, a master juggler. Finding the time during a workday to do everything that needs to get done can be a Continue reading The Balancing Act of a Working Mother Time flies when you’re busy chasing your little busy-body around the house. I can’t believe my baby girl is almost one! This weekend we threw a birthday bash for Ayla. When deciding on a theme, it was pretty easy—her favourite “person” in the world is our dog Kacie (although unfortunately, I don’t think Kacie feels the same way about Ayla). What is a party without some decorations? I was able to find most of what I needed from the Dollar store. I started by making a banner out of scrapbooking paper (check out the birthday banner instructions here). Boredom is all too often seen in a negative light—if you are bored, people assume that you are not working very hard. As adults, we are expected to fill our days with work and rarely have enough time to actually become bored. If we have any kind of down-time, we often feel guilty for Continue reading Parenting and the Beauty of Boredom Earlier this week I waved bye-bye to my 11 month old daughter as she sat in Grammy’s car and for the first time, she waved back. This little moment made me want to cry as I stared into her big, confused eyes. But I did not cry as the jeep pulled away and Ayla peered out from behind the tinted window. “Get a grip,” I told myself. “It’s only for a week.” My husband and I decided to go to San Francisco to celebrate our anniversary. It’s the first time we’ve ever left Ayla for more than a few hours. At first we thought we would take her with us, but after a few late nights one week, and a few sleepless nights as a result of a change in her schedule, we thought it would be best for all of us to leave Ayla with my mother-in-law. I often feel like I’m drowning in a sea of pink as I sort through my baby daughter’s closet. When we go shopping, I see pink, pink, and more pink. I was hoping that in the twenty-first century, girls would have more options to choose from other than blush. Have you ever wondered if we are Continue reading Gender Stereotypes: Are We Still Defined by Blue and Pink? The other day as I held a ball-point pen, an electric pulse zapped my thumb as I pressed the top clicker. I yelped in surprise and immediately knew I had been duped. No, I was not at a gag store. I was just having a relaxing evening at home with my husband the prankster. I should have known he was up to no good the way he casually asked me to check out the “cool” ink colour of the prank pen. As is the custom in our household, if he “gets” me, I have the right to “get” him back. So I subjected him to the same electric zap from the pen, although this time it was lacking the element of surprise which for him is actually worse. Big baby. You met that “special” someone, the one that you could see yourself with for a long time. At first it’s all sunshine and rainbows. You can’t concentrate at work, you can’t sleep —all because you’re so in love. Then as time passes, that once cute habit where he plays with his hair is now so Continue reading The Five Love Languages Last week I took Ayla to one of those sing-along/nursery rhyme groups for babies. It happened to take place at a senior’s residence and moms, babies, and seniors all had a good time together. After the session, a kind old lady came up to me and said, “Now who does this little sweetheart belong to?” “Oh…she’s Continue reading My Biological Baby Doesn’t Look Like Me Since the spring weather has been so nice lately, I’ve been taking a lot more walks around my neighbourhood. Aside from enjoying the fresh air and budding trees, I’ve been enjoying all of the pretty wreaths hanging from people’s doors. I started getting WREATH ENVY. Ever since I was a little girl, I always pictured my home to have a porch swing, a window seat and a welcoming wreath. While I don’t have a window seat, I do have a porch (but no swing-yet), and I was determined to get my wreath, dammit! I previously purchased an autumn/winter wreath but couldn’t find a spring/summer wreath that suited my fancy. So I decided to make my dream wreath. Our home is full of printed materials: books, magazines, newspapers, you name it. It’s not uncommon to find paper randomly scattered across the coffee table. The other day when I was making a sandwich for lunch, I heard a commotion in the living room. I stole a quick peek and saw a feeding frenzy on the floor. A crazy Paper Monster was devouring yesterday’s news while excitedly kicking its legs. |
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