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Five Things Friday

I wasn’t going to do a year in review post. I find the first year after having a kid — especially being off work for that time — I tend to lose myself. But as I lie here in bed this morning, with M catching up on some much needed sleep that I hope will help her finally get over this cold, the last year still looked pretty good.

  1. We survived the rough months of intensive treatment for M’s feet. We started the year with a slipped cast, persevered through a double tenotomy, and cried through the first couple weeks of boots and bars. When we finally went down to nighttime wear only, it was like a huge weight was lifted off our shoulders, and we could finally start living rather than just making it through. And she has proven to be resilient through it all, sometimes even making less of a fuss than I did.
  2. Miss C? Thriving. It’s the only way to describe her life. Sure, her sister was hitting major milestones common to the first year of life, but C? She hit her share too. She potty trained, in retrospect, like a dream. She started preschool like a champ. And despite screaming anytime she was in auntie’s swimming pool all summer, blew me away when she re-started swimming lessons after the summer break, being so brave.
  3. I re-discovered my love of fitness and running and let myself make that a priority. I’m not sure my working schedule would necessarily allow it any other time, but the summer of twice a week boot camps, and three night a week runs, and a few other workouts in there for good measure? I never felt so strong and confident in my life.
  4. Scott started a new job in March, and while there are always bugs and crashes at the worst times in IT, he seems much more at ease about going in to work each day.
  5. I was glad to go back to work. I still have outgrown my job and I’m still not sure where to go from here, but I like having that additional purpose in my life. I like having goals outside of my house, and I like the idea that what I do matters. I still hate that someone else gets to spend more of my kids’ waking hours with them, but I also know that they are doing well and I am doing well, so we must be making the right decisions.

All in all, I’ll say it’s been a pretty good year, after all!

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Five Things Friday

We’ve all been sick this week so it’s been tough getting into the Christmas spirit. But as of today, we are on Christmas Break (oh how I love working for a university!) and so I’m snuggling my littlest girl and while I know the house NEEDS to be cleaned before I can enjoy the festive season, I’m starting to feel the peace that adults seem to seek at this time of year.

Scott is on my case a bit this year about being too adherent to Christmas traditions (“but do you need to do them every year?” Yes, because that’s what a tradition is!) so I thought I’d list my five favourite Christmas traditions

  1. Christmas music ad nauseum. In the car. At work. At home. There is such a breadth and depth of this genre (since it encompasses all genres), I never tire of it.
  2. Bailey’s in my hot chocolate. Disaronno in my Coke. I miss Regina for it’s ready availability of mead at the holidays but these two alternatives work well for me.
  3. Butter tarts. It’s not Christmas without them, and even better is when Scott makes them for me.
  4. Playing Christmas carols on piano. Sounds like #1 but it’s different listening to something and playing something.
  5. Christmas movies. Oh the number of them keeps growing so we have to start watching them earlier and earlier but it’s a fun treat to let the kids watch full movies. You know, for the first 5 minutes until they realize they don’t have the attention span.
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Life gets in the way

Today’s post was supposed to be about the successful attempt to become a morning person with tips like “start the day with a workout” or “actually go to bed when you say you should”. But here’s the real secret to waking up earlier:

Life makes you do it.

It’s the baby that relatively consistently screams at 4:45 am unless she cuddles next to you, forcing you into a position that is not conducive to sleep.

It’s the return to work that brings the chaos of having two kids, two working parents, and, oh ya, the craziness of the holiday season that means you need to use every waking moment to get things done.

It’s the weird cold that hits you (not surprisingly) the day after the night you’re up with the sick toddler from 2 am until 5am causing you to fall asleep before supper that night and then wake up after 11 hours of sleep and have it be 5 am.

And soon, going to be at 930 feels late, and so waking up at 530 feels…

…nope. Not normal.

It feels like a kick in the face because you know you could still be sleeping if your body hadn’t wanted to be a morning person and your brain isn’t on board.

I’ll get there. And then I’ll write the post on how I managed it. But for now, I am a morning person not by choice, but because life got in the way.

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My Work Out Buddy

Last week, I went to wake C up in the morning, as I do every other day or so. She’s usually pretty sweet and lovey. Only that day, she recoiled from me. “Mommy, why are you wet?” With a laugh I said: “I just finished a work out so yes, I’m a little sweaty” Tears flowed as though I had told her Christmas was cancelled.

“How could you exercise without me?”

It brought to mind a conversation I had a couple weeks before with a couple of the girls at bootcamp, who were complaining they don’t get as much of a chance to work out at home because their kids always got in the way. I nodded along with the conversation and decided not to mention that I get 3-5 workouts in a week, often with kids hanging around.

Now don’t get me wrong — Madeline needs to be physically gated out of the workout area because she would likely get stepped on. One major factor in our basement restructuring we did was create a safe, kid-friendly space for the kids to play that is conveniently just on the other side of a baby gate from a safe, still mostly kid-friendly space for me to workout. She’s usually pretty content playing freely for about 25ish minutes.

But C? As much as she loves her play room, she’s usually not thrilled to be on the opposite side of the gate as me. She likes to be where the action is. But she was much less underfoot once I realized she wasn’t so much trying to ruin my workout as trying to join in. And so I let her. She can rock out burpees like no one else I know. Her star jacks are explosive. Her one-pound dumbells are a prized possession, and she never forgets to stretch. I’m never sure whether she’s looking to me as a model of good fitness habits or whether I look to her.

“Why do you like to workout with mommy?” I asked her that morning as she wailed in bed. “Because I like to be healthy. And Strong. And it’s fun”

And you know what? When I see how much joy she gets from even the most challenging exercise, it’s hard not to feel that joy too.


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Five Things Friday

I’ll be posting sometime, hopefully soon, about my attempts to turn myself into a morning person (which is all the more difficult with a husband who is definitely a night owl), but my favourite thing about my time in the morning is getting in a workout. Since I don’t quite have the morning routine down yet, I try not to plan my workouts the night before in case I don’t quite get up in time. Nothing worse than having a 30 minute workout planned and only having time for a 10 minute stretch and foam roll. But that means often making workouts out as I go along, hopefully coming up with the next move before the last rep of the last one. I haven’t been hugely creative with my workouts for this reason, generally sticking to tabata styles (20 seconds of one activity, 10 seconds rest, in intervals of 4) as they are easy to fit into whatever time you have. But my favourite exercises?

1. Deadlifts (though I use hand weights). I was once told I had an imbalance in my legs, with too much emphasis on my quads, so deadlifts are a great way to work hamstrings… and butt… and abs.

2. Surfer get-ups or burpees, but never the one I’m doing. Both target multiple muscles in the body, and both involve moving from lying down to standing. I like to alternate the two because I like both, but also quickly get bored of both. Like 5 reps in

3. Arnold press. I find shoulder muscles the most fun to watch as I move my arms so the Arnold press is a favourite. Anterior delts? Lateral delts? And triceps? Yes please.

4. Spiderman Plank. I think it’s just the name that I like. Core always used to be my favourite and has quickly moved down the list to the bottom, but this targets shoulders, core, and hips to a degree, too.

5. Bear Crawl. This exercise just feels like fun, and being a kid. And I’m all about anything that makes me feel like a kid again.

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What Makes Me A Better Mom

I just had probably one of the best weekends with my kids. There was minimal yelling. There were few tantrums. There was a whole lot of giddy shrieking and laughter. It was like something had changed and I finally had the relationship I had always wanted with my kids.

But they hadn’t changed, I had.

This was the first weekend we had since I went back to work. Yes, the to do list was longer than usual. Yes, there was an exhaustion from adjusting to new schedules. Yes, there was the stress of trying to balance work and home. But there was the sudden desire to be with my children. To give them my full attention. To have patience because I hadn’t been having those same fights all week.

Working makes me a better mom.

You would think that a Saturday would run relatively similar to what our weekdays were not that long ago. Except rather than starting the day with a list of chores I wanted done for the day, I started it with what the kids wanted because I wanted to be with them. It helped there was no where to go, so we could have a leisurely discussion of what to have for breakfast (smoothies and toast), we could roughhouse in our pajamas (airplane is a favourite game) and we could wear whatever crazy outfits we wanted. I didn’t even find myself reaching for my phone. And then, when I started to feel that ever so present “Mom instinct” of a to-do list forming in my head, I told the kids I was going to start cleaning.

And they let me.

Sure, every once and a while they wanted help finding their “goggulahs” (goggles – for C’s favourite game: swimming lessons), or wanted a book (“Of course we can read Wheels on the Bus… again… Madeline”), but things got done. Not everything. Not nearly everything. But more than I would normally be able to accomplish on a regular day of mat leave. I even took some time for myself towards the end of the afternoon when there was a quiet lull, without feeling guilty that I was abandoning my kids, or constantly feeling torn between what they wanted to do and what I felt I needed to do.

Was it the fact I gave them the undivided attention they’d been craving right off the bat? The fact I was finally recognizing that I was an individual separate from them with equally legitimate desires? The fact they had both slept in and so woke feeling rested, rather than awoken by the clang of an alarm clock? I may not ever know, and I may not ever get it to happen again, but it was what I needed to remind myself that going back to work doesn’t make me a bad mom. It makes me a better mom.

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Not for Chickens: Nuggets

Toddlers eat a lot of chicken nuggets.

They were a staple in our meal plan for years. Since we buy our chicken breasts in bulk, we’d always peal off the fillets to freeze separately for homemade chicken nuggets. Plus some of the other chicken would be cut up for nuggets as well.

And on those days when we were grocery shopping close to supper time, we’d sometimes pick up a box of store bought chicken nuggets to eat that night. While not as healthy homemade, we were guaranteed a smoother meal time from a tired, hungry monster known as a toddler.

We have been mourning the loss of our chicken nuggets for months now.

That’s not to say we haven’t tried other options. First, we tried making veggie nuggets. The recipe had too many steps, and with needy girls around, I accidentally skipped a few steps and we ended up eating peanut butter sandwiches that night. We didn’t try again.

Then, we tried lentil nuggets, which integrated cheese, which were a solid option for the adults, but were panned by the children. Apparently, nuggets should not be orange.

We’d tried pork a few times. After finding the pork chop option too chewy, we tried pork cutlet, which seemed passable, but still not quite the right texture. At least the toddler would eat them, but wouldn’t have been the staple we were hoping for.

And then we tried turkey.

I know that should have been an obvious choice, but let’s remember our nuggets were usually made of fillets from a bulk tray of chicken breasts. Turkey breasts are not cheap, and never come in bulk trays. Nuggets should not have to cost a premium price. Then one day, as I was lamenting the fact that bulk chicken was on sale in the flyer, I noticed ground turkey was too.

If McDonalds can make nuggets out of pink sludge, why not make nuggets out of ground turkey?

I nearly cried when I took the first bite and it both tasted and felt “right”.

Yes, it’s a bit dramatic, but let’s face it: we’d gone through a lot to get to this moment. No longer would we have to convince a toddler to try another nugget form (she was a little nugget-shy after the lentil nuggets). No longer would we have to sneak her out to McDonalds to get her nugget fix without her little sister knowing. NO longer would we have to steal my mother’s food processor to take the boiled vegetables and mix with potatoes and hope there was enough starch to solidify the paste. Finally we had an option that was fairly easy, routinely went on sale, and tasted good.

And best of all, the toddler happily ate it.

Now, usually I try to base my experiments off of other recipes, but this I basically just mixed things together at random, so this “recipe” is going to be vague at best.


1 lb ground turkey
2 c bread crumbs
1 tbsp assorted seasoning (I used garlic powder, onion powder, basil, oregano, thyme and a touch of rosemary)
1/4 c butter, melted

Preheat oven to 375 degrees. Mix 1/2-1 c bread crumbs into the turkey meat. Form into “nuggets” (I went into autopilot and ended up making essentially meatballs that I squished flat into small patties). Mix remaining breadcrumbs with seasonings. Dip nuggets into melted butter and then in into breadcrumbs. Press nugget gently to help breadcrumbs stick. When thoroughly coated, place in baking dish. Bake for 15-20 minutes (depending on size of nugget), flipping halfway through.

Nuggets can be frozen before cooking (add about 5 minutes onto bake time when baking from frozen) or afterwards (microwave for about 1/2 minute to heat up), making these the ultimate “long day at work, don’t want to fight with toddler” supper!



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Five Things Friday

First week back was rough. Not unbearable. It probably was pretty good as far as first weeks back go. The problem is I kept telling myself it was great, it was no big deal and we all know cramming yucky feelings down is not the right way to handle things. It caught up to me pretty quickly mid-week and then I spent the rest of the week trying to keep from going into a tailspin.

So now to bolster myself up so I can get back to work next week, here are the five highlights of week 1

  1. Coming back on the same day as our office Christmas lunch. Beer on the first day? Yes please.
  2. We got a new boss while I was away, and the office is so much more relaxed and some positive changes have been made. Morale is the highest I’ve ever seen it.
  3. Being a term is tough, and the term who was in my role didn’t always make the best impression. While that is unfortunate, it means people are falling all over themselves telling me how glad they are that I’m back.
  4. I have adults to talk to. About adult responsibilities. The number of times I’ve sang “Wheels On The Bus” between 9 and 5 has greatly decreased.
  5. Weekends are actual things now, not just more of the same except that Scott is home. And boy am I looking forward to the weekend.
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      Currently: In December

      I am pretty excited for Christmas. Being newly back at work, I’m pretty pumped to be getting some time off again in just a couple weeks. Christmas itself is going to be chaos, with a very hyperactive 3 year old, so I guess I better enjoy the relative peace until then! This December, I am…

      Currently In December

      … lighting: two Christmas trees. I have some tree allergies so we are a fake-tree-family. It’s always bugged me that we deck out our main floor, but then when we’re downstairs watching Christmas movies, there is nothing festive going on. When we were going through the things my grandmother didn’t want to take to her apartment when she sold her house earlier this fall, I snagged her Christmas tree (and assorted decorations). It’s small but cute and makes me pretty happy.

      …spending: quality time with my big kid. I am back at work now, and it’s most obviously hard on C. I’m ignoring the stress and so it’s cropping up in the form of cold sores. M is just too young to know what’s up. But Miss C needs some extra love. Of course, there aren’t always extra hours in the day for extra love, so now grocery shopping is special “C and Me” time.

      …choosing: to shop more local this Christmas. In the end, “Santa” had to make a couple of Amazon purchases when very specific items were requested. It was nice not having a mountain of shipping boxes to try and recycle, or not having half a dozen tracking numbers to follow. I could have made more of an effort to shop at more locally owned stores but I did what I could between preschool drop off and pick up.

      …sending: letters to Santa. Jury’s out as to whether I’m doing Christmas cards this year but you can’t miss a year of writing to Santa especially when you know he writes back.

      …singing: Angels We Have Heard On High. Very thankful this is a song that C will be singing at her Christmas concert this week, especially since she’s been seeing it instead of the PAW Patrol song. Plus everyone needs a little Latin in their life.

      Thanks Anne and Catherine!

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      C Reads: Christmas Edition

      We read the usual Christmas stories (The Night Before Christmas), Christmas stories from our favourite series (Duck and Goose It’s Time for Christmas, The Berenstein Bears Meet Santa Bear), and even though we keep those boxed up until the right season, there is something fun about reading Christmas books from the library. Here are half a dozen we’ve read so far this season


      Merry Christmas, Cheeps! by Julie Stiegemeyer and Carol Baicker-McKee has an oddly lilting rhyme. It takes some practice to read smoothly, and definitely skews to a younger crowd, but it’s a cute book.

      SantaKid by James Patterson and Michael Garland is pretty cute. When a giant conglomerate comes in and buys out Christmas, it’s up to Santa’s daughter to bring the magic back and save Christmas. 


      The Best Christmas Pageant by Barbara Robinson and Laura Cornell reminds me of Christmas growing up,possibly because we had the full novel. I haven’t read it for years, but the children’s book seems to hit the major plot points well. I love that it takes the typical “pristine, well-behaved baby Jesus” image and questions it without being sacrilegious.

      And on the other end of the spectrum,Merry Christmas Princess Dinosaur by Jill Kastner. Maybe it’s because we haven’t read any Princess Dinosaur books, but this book definitely didn’t make me want to read any more. It was plotless. Even the idea of princesses and dinosaurs couldn’t draw C in.


      A Charlie Brown Christmas by Charles M Schulz is every bit of wonderful I came to expect from the movie of the same name. It’s on repeat over here (and will hopefully help when C gets to watch the movie later this month, though it does skip over the Snoopy War scenes, etc).

      Christmas Stories by Russell Punter and Philip Webb is a collection of Christmas and winter stories. They are short and cute, and this book is also on repeat around here. Fake Santa is pretty much the favourite.

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      We didn’t pick Jolly Old Santa Claus from the library, but I can’t do a Christmas book post without mentioning this book by Sparkie and George Hinke. While there is a collector’s edition that was recently printed, I found an EGUC edition from the same vintage as the one my dad had when he was a boy at our Children’s Hospital Book Market the other year and it made my day. The images are amazing (though have the issue that they are on the other side of the sheet as the text which matches it, making it difficult to read to impatient toddlers — one thing rectified in the new edition), and while I may have ragged on Princess Dinosaur for lack of plot, there is a patient rhythm to this descriptive story that is soothing.

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