To all the new moms, experienced moms, twin moms, singleton moms, enough kids to fill a soccer team moms, teen moms, "old" moms, grieving moms, joyful moms, foster moms -- whatever kind of mom you are, this post is for you.read more[...]
To all the new moms, experienced moms, twin moms, singleton moms, enough kids to fill a soccer team moms, teen moms, "old" moms, grieving moms, joyful moms, foster moms -- whatever kind of mom you are, this post is for you.read more[...]
There are few times I can remember actually enjoying being in my car. Or driving, for that matter. I was never really one to enjoy the open road, wind in my hair sort of thing. I'm sure my parents are shaking their heads at me right not; road trips are a part of my family’s bloodline. Twice a year we would make the 24+ hour trek from our home in Ontario to my grandparent’s in Manitoba. I don’t remember loving it. 3 hour or more hikes were also common for (insert sport here) tournaments. Driving was just something we did. Part of life, if you will. Traf[...]
Maybe it's a mom thing, maybe it's because I'm not in university anymore (true story I still refer to myself as a "recent grad" LOL), but I get genuinely excited about a solid night in. There's not much I look forward to more than a quality night on my couch, eating my favourite food, watching a great show, and maybe dabbling in a glass of bubbly. The only thing that makes that better is doing it with my girlfriends. We know moms need a break, and sometimes that translates into a rowdy night out, but most of the time even the thought of putting on real clothe[...]
Picture this: You wake up at 5:30 am to your alarm, which is your very hungry, very awake and very ready to play baby. You feed your baby. You change them, get them dressed. You start to make coffee but your baby is happy and adorable and wants attention. You play with them. It feels like 10 minutes has gone by, but in actual fact, it’s been an hour and they need to eat, again. You should probably eat, too. But you don't.read more[...]
"We need to read more," my husband says to me as he hits the lights. We had just finished a 3-episode Netflix binge, spending our only time together for the day staring at the TV screen. I don't disagree. I grew up reading old-school books. Paper books. Tangible pages to turn, dusty smells to inhale. There was a time when I didn’t go anywhere without a book. My parents instilled a love of reading in my sister and me, which I will be forever thankful for. These days it's all tech, all the time. The ways of the book are (nearly) gone, but not forgotten.[...]