Monthly Archives: September 2017

Five Things Friday

Beth is right: writer’s block is usually at its fiercest Mondays so I’m glad she did this fun little blogging exercise and so I thought “why not do it too!” Of course, I schedule posts so her Monday post? It’s my Friday post! I’m just doing the first section today. Maybe the others down the road?

Five favourite things to do

  1. Run. It’s been way too long since I got a chance to run between kids and weather and general levels of darkness. But I miss it so much. 
  2. Yoga. Here’s one that I haven’t really thought about as a favourite but it came up in this morning’s bootcamp and I realized I miss the quiet meditation of a good yoga class. 
  3. Walk. I try to get my girls outside every day. My preferred outside activity is walking. C doesn’t get the point of walking for the sake of walking so it’s usually a tough sell if I want to just walk around the neighbourhood. A walk is extra good if Madeline is wrapped up asleep on my back, and I’ve remembered to make myself a cup of tea. 
  4. Tea. There is something so comforting about a cup of Earl Grey tea especially in the winter. 
  5. Creating things. I like making things for others. I make hooded towels as baby gifts. I make the girls’ Halloween costumes (this year: hoping for dinosaurs). I’m building their Christmas present. A friend once said the only moment that makes you more proud of creating something is seeing someone actually use it.
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Sleep Struggles

Some moms in my bootcamp class were talking about their babies’ sleep and sleep training. While it’s not always easy to tell when someone is a first time mom or not, sleep training is inevitably one conversation where it becomes obvious. 

First time moms dither over which method is best. They try them all. They cry at their kids door. They attend sleep seminars. They read the books. They are at their wits end before their kid even turns 6 months old. 

Second time moms already have it all figured out. They know what method works for them, even if that method is not to have one. They know how many nights they might end up crying at their kids door. And they also know one key thing:

Kids sleep eventually. 

I’m not a big sleep training supporter, particularly the more severe methods and particularly not for babies. I was desperate for C to take long naps and thought sleep training would fix everything. It didn’t. And then one day she took long naps. And one day she pushed me away to fall asleep on her own. And for almost two years our little chickidee did pretty good at night. 

M did amazingly well at sleeping in the beginning. She took long naps. She slept through the night. And then slowly she stopped. Stopped going to sleep drowsy but awake. Stopped taking long naps. Stopped sleeping through the night. While I did some light sleep training with C at times, I didn’t have the strength to with M. I mean, how do you sleep train a baby who can thrash a steel bar around her crib? 

But I hear these conversations of first time moms explaining perfectly normal sleep patterns for a 4 or 6 month old baby and their attempts to “train” them and I just want to give them a hug, stroke their hair and say “sleep will happen eventually”. 

Don’t worry. I don’t. I let them try everything in every book because we have all been there. We have all desperately craved that 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep. But I’ll keep rocking my baby, feeling her warmth, hearing her breath because I know one day, she will push away from me and want to fall asleep on her own. 

I will get 8 hours of sleep some day. And once I get used to that, then I’ll realize that my babies are all grown up. And all those hours of rocking their sweet sleeping faces? Those will be sweet memories. 

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Five Things Friday

One week into C being three and I’m losing my mind. Ok, it wasn’t an overnight switch, we saw this ramping up over the last couple months but here are the 5 things driving me batty these days

  1. Refusal to finish breakfast. Even if it’s something she loves. Because what she loves one minute, she hates the next. 
  2. Stubbornly insisting she does everything herself even when it’s impossible to do herself. And then throwing a fit when it doesn’t work the way she wants and yet still refuses to ask for help, and then throws a fit because I haven’t helped her. 
  3. The massive mood swings. It’s happy to sad to angry to silly all in a minute and I swear she didn’t get that from me. 
  4. Her “I don’t like you” feels so much more true some days 
  5. The fear that she will throw a tantrum/stubborn war/moment of entitlement at preschool or at “Nana/Grandpa Daycare” and they will realize I’m just guessing my way through this parenting thing. 

I know it’s a perfectly normal developmental stage. And most of the time, I can maintain my patience and give her the tools and words she needs to get through it. And other days, when my frustration gets the best of me, it’s a good chance for her to see how to handle those feelings, too. But knowing that? Doesn’t make it any better when your child is shrieking at the playground because she doesn’t want to go home to eat the lunch you’ve made and she will invariably reject, fight the nap she still needs but rarely wants and barely make it until her favourite parent comes home from work. 

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The First Thing To Go

Fall is my busiest time at work, and I had worried that I would find this fall exceptionally slow being away. It turns out, fall with a pre-schooler is pretty busy too. Sure, she’s only in preschool two days a week, but we also have Stroller Bootcamp two days a week. Add in library trips, grocery shopping, playdates, and all the fall birthdays, and I am hard pressed to find time to get everything done.

So something has to go.

Every time this happens, it’s the same things that go. Sure, we fall a bit behind on cleaning (my daughter’s smoothie cup is still on the table from breakfast and it’s 2:46 pm). We order out more than I’d like. In the grand scheme of things, those small things don’t matter. But one big thing always gets dropped. Every single time.

My “me-time”

I hate the term self-care. I really do. Back in the day, these were called “Hobbies” or “interests” or “relaxation” but it does make it seem much more important by labelling it “self-care”. And it should be important. I swear there is more pressure these days to fill up every waking hour that if we don’t actually schedule our interests, we never get to experience them.

Running? Haven’t been in over a week.

Blogging? Barely scraping together one post a week.

Knitting/crocheting/sewing? Well over a year ago, I’m sure.

If it wasn’t for the lie I tell myself that I do stroller bootcamp “for the girls,” my days are busy doing stuff for everyone else. So I’m making me a priority. I’m putting me on the schedule. And I’m not going to feel guilty about it. When the girls’ naps line up, I’m going to let myself take the first 30-45 minutes to write out some blog posts.  I’m going set aside one evening to work on a yarn or sewing project. And I’m going to figure out how to fit running in now that it’s dark out so early (any advice anyone?)

Sure, it’s going to make my schedule look all the more busy, but until I’ve established this habit, it’s important to make sure I’ve taken time for me.


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Five Things Friday

Did you know my little girl turns 3 tomorrow? We’re all fighting colds so I don’t know how much fun we’ll be having this weekend, but we’ll definitely spoil her because, honestly, she spoils us. Here are five things that are just the best about that girl

  1. She is a snuggle monster after naps. She is not big into snuggles any other time so when I get the chance to wrap her up in a blanket and snuggle her on the couch
  2. She gets around her usual disdain for snuggling by playing “baby” if she needs extra love and affection. 
  3. She almost looks forward to “time out” and thus far she is also cool with beinb sent to her room to play quietly if she’s starting go get too hyper. 
  4. She adores her daddy and little sister something fierce, to the point that it’s hard to be insulted there isn’t as much mama love because she is so incredibly sweet to them
  5. She is so sweet, knowing that hugs help someone who is sad, but also knowing it’s ok to be sad sometimes. 
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Five Things Friday

With M being allergic to chicken and eggs, it’s been hard to wrap our brains around meals. So much of our “go-to” meals are chicken or egg based. Some things are easy to adapt (many pancake or muffin recipes can actually be made just skipping the egg), while others just have to be abandoned (I’m looking at you, deli roasted whole chicken). 

But as with all things, there are some amazing discoveries that come with being pushed out of your comfort zone. Here are my five favourites

  1. Veggie stock is just as easy to make as chicken stock, and you can literally just use garbage to make it. We keep a container of veggie scraps in the freezer and add our carrot tops, onion peels, bean ends etc as we make suppers. Then, once our stock pile (hahahahahah) runs low, we toss it in a pot with some water and herbs and simmer for a few hours. 
  2. I read an article on a study of the composition of sausages in Canada. Following the alarming discovery of horse meat in European sausage and meatballs, a regulatory body in Canada tested sausages here for unlabelled meats. While there was virtually no horse meat used, many were using chicken as a filler, even if they were pork or beef sausages. Since we mostly eat sausage meat without the casings, I’ve found a couple recipes for spice blends that we can add to ground meats that taste like our favourite sausages. Plus, I can control the level of fat and salt!
  3. Like most families, we have a chicken nugget loving toddler. While she’s still a little slow to come around to them, I found a veggie and lentil nugget recipe that, with a few tweaks, will become a freezer standby for us. 
  4. Ground turkey can be used in almost the same recipes as ground chicken. While turkey nuggets might not rock our works, turkey burgers are close enough no one notices the difference. 
  5. We’re no longer constantly going over our grocery budget. Chicken’s expensive, y’all. You know what isn’t? Pork. You know what are so cheap it feel like thievery? Lentils. 

Don’t get me wrong: I’m definitely looking forward to the day M outgrows this allergy but it’s great to be finding new favourites!

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Currently: In September

I am dragging my heels into September. I loved this summer, and I’m not ready for it to be over. I could use another few months. But crunching leaves, sweater weather, pumpkin spice latte, yada yada yada.

Anne and her cohost du jour, Lowanda have brought us another set of prompts this month that I can get a little more excited about. This month, I am currently…

Currently In September

…celebrating: C’s third birthday. This year we’re doing a Tea Party theme after months of princess party talk, and a brief stop over in dinosaur party, hockey party and ocean party. Somehow I get the feeling this is what toddler birthday parties will be like for the next few years.

…watching: the last few episodes of the latest season of Brooklyn Nine-Nine.  How did I not finish the season before? Granted this last season had enough season finale twists that I’m not surprised I thought I’d finished it.

…welcoming: a chance to start up some new routines. My year will always and forever start in September, and even though I’m not back to work until December, I think this is the right time to start moving us into a better morning routine. The other day, I finished getting C dressed at 10:30 only to turn around and find that M had already partially undressed herself. It’s going to be tough when it comes time to be out the door at 7:30.

…preparing: for the start of preschool. We have the meet and greet on Friday, and then C starts on Tuesday. We’ve been having some afraid-of-the-dark issues that came up the night we started back to school shopping, so I’m hoping once we get into the pre-school routine, we’ll get back to life as normal.

…photographing: M’s 10 month pictures this morning! While I miss newborn snuggles, I am definitely much happier as a parent of a 10 month old than a 10 day old. She’s crawling, pulling up, starting to climb stairs, and generally getting into everything so you can’t turn your back but all in all, it’s pretty great.

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Five Things Friday

I came in from my run last night to find that both girls had been crying pretty much the whole time I’d been gone. I knew it wasn’t a good night when I heard C calling for me. She’s a daddy’s girl so it’s rare when she wants me. So I went in and chatted with her. Soon, it became clear that I was actually part of the reason she couldn’t sleep. She was worried about two things: starting school and me going back to work. As we talked, her fears were palpable and I suddenly remembered the nights I spent paralyzed with fear, bawling my eyes out while listing hundreds of worries to my mother who tried to be patient but also just wanted to go to bed. I felt guilty that I had passed my penchant for worrying on to my daughter. 

Of course, her fears are completely normal, and she is a good decade away from the height of my anxiety. But it made me think about what I want to pass on to her. 

  1. Fitness. We were shoe shopping today and in addition to walking, running and jumping in each pair of shoes she tried on, she also insisted on doing jump squats and jumping jacks. I drew the line at burpees. I’m probably the fittest I’ve been my whole life and I’m glad she’s noticing and taking an interest too. 
  2. Reading. I love that she loves books. I love that our books are all out in the open. I do wish she would catch me reading more, but that would generally mean actually reading more. 
  3. Music. We listen to music at breakfast and lunch, alternating who gets to choose the soundtrack. Music has always spoken to me so I’m glad she is taking an interest too. She also likes to join me when I play piano and once she gets her ukelele (and other assorted musical instruments as well) for her birthday, I’m sure she’ll join me on guitar as well. 
  4. Family. This week felt weird because I only saw my mom twice, and my sister once. The fact that we live in the same city as Scott’s brother but haven’t seen him in over two months weirds me out. I hope she makes family the same priority I do. 
  5. Gifts of the hands. Despite my earlier desires to be a writer, I inevitably find myself at a loss for words when actually interacting with humans when it comes to conveying emotion. I’m much more at ease making something – sewing a gift, knitting a scarf, baking cookies. While I hope she has better interpersonal skills, I also hope she finds a creative outlet that she shares with others. 
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