Monthly Archives: February 2018

What are we doing? February

Can you believe February is almost over? What a whirlwind month. It’s really only 2 days shorter than roughly half the other months, but it always feels so fast. Here’s how what we got through this month


  • Finished another book
  • I practiced using my camera in manual mode, rather than automatic. Next time I won’t do that outside so maybe I can feel my fingers when I’m done.
  • I tried working out regularly, and jumped back into things after getting sick.


  • Weekends were packed but we still managed to get ahead on somethings — some suppers in the freezer, and a few batches of muffins and homemade instant oatmeal
  • Other than bundling some cords, and solving the shifting mat issue, the home gym is set up.
  • I’m trying this thing where I make sure breakfast is all cleaned up before I go to work. I know, it’s revolutionary. But I feel it makes a difference, even if its all in my head (especially since no one is home to appreciate it)


  • This month was ALL about family, at least the first half. We had to meet my brother-in-law’s new puppy, have pancakes with my family, and go to an out of town birthday party. We were also slated to help Scott’s other brother move, but they didn’t want our germs and toddlers, so we were let off the hook. Phew!
  • I planned Valentine’s day for Scott and I, which was a first in years. We even found a night to have a date night as well.
  • In came down to having to decide between it and going to a winter festival, but we finally made it to the ice castles, and Charlotte got to meet the “Winter Sisters” (the non-trademarked version of Elsa and Anna from Frozen).


  • Wheels are finally starting to move that will hopefully mean some movement in our organization, so I’m spending a lot of time thinking about how to improve my resume.
  • I’ve become the “knowledge collector” in our department, learning as much as I can about the different things people do.


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Throwing Stones, or Modelling Good Behaviour

I asked C to put away some toys tonight that had made their way into the kitchen. She went to complain that there were too many toys to carry when she remembered a similar discussion the previous morning and the solution of using a basket to carry things. She ran to grab the basket, load the toys and disappeared into the living room. I smiled and mentally patted myself on the back for raising such a good kid… only to discover the basket was dropped two steps into the living room and not actually put away.

Of course, this discovery came only after she went to bed, so there was no reminder to finish a job once started. Instead, I sighed, picked it up from the basket of laundry it was placed on top of and put it down on the floor one step closer to its destination.

Gee, I wonder where she gets this from?

We are pretty terrible at finishing what we start. A 5 minute job in the basement ended up taking us all afternoon between getting distracted before we could finish one job, or being unable to move forward with the next step because we were missing key pieces that we know we put somewhere the last time we got halfway through this job.

Maybe it’s time to put a conscious effort into the follow through, both with finishing jobs I start, and making sure that C finishes jobs as well. And maybe most importantly, letting C know that it’s something I have to work on too and that it’s something we need to work on together. You know, really living that don’t throw stones in glass houses thing. Cuz really, that would suck to clean up.

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I’m slowly going through all the clothes in my closet and trying to see why I do or don’t wear them. Some have legitimate reasons (fancy dresses aren’t exactly every day wear), but some do not (if it’s too big, why do I still have it?). But it’s not always easy to figure out why you reach past an item of clothing, especially when you love it.

Like these pants. Love the colour. Love the fit. Comfortable to boot. But it turns out that boots are the problem. Black boots seem to heavy. Brown boots don’t seem to be right either. I fear trying to match the grey.

It’s these small hiccups that colour an outfit for me and I never know whether it’s best to just cut them loose or keep trying to find something to make them work.

Is it really worth keeping something you love, if you need to buy more things to make them work?

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Cara Reads: Etta and Otto and Russell and James

A couple years ago, I spent some time in a bookstore aimlessly wandering, trying to find new books to read since everything I seemed to read was Canadian Women Writers, and while there is a good selection, it wasn’t the richest tapestry. I grabbed Etta and Otto and Russell and James by Emma Hooper because I liked the spine design (you can’t judge based on the cover, but can you based on the spine?).

Fast forward a few years and I not wanting to read one of my usual Canadian Women Writers, I grabbed this book. That’s weird, I thought, I didn’t realize it was written by a woman.  Wait, is that an endorsement from Maclean’s, the Canadian news magazine?

My interests are SO diverse!

The fragmented narration of this tale makes it a quick read. There are flashbacks, letters and multiple narrators. Primarily, the story follows Etta, who, in her 82nd year, decides to see the ocean. She wakes one night and begins her journey on foot. Otto, her husband, and Russell, her neighbour deal with the fall out of her absence.

It takes a strange turn at the end — Etta’s dementia has her reliving parts of Otto’s life that she wasn’t present for — but is otherwise a good read. The aged woman’s quest for water as she loses her mental faculties and nears death is certainly not a new Canadian trope, but it was refreshing to see it through the perspective of someone who wasn’t generally malicious.


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Five Things Friday

My mother-in-law is horrified every time she asks me to remind her how early our day starts.

Me: I’m up at 5:45 for a workout. Scott’s alarm doesn’t go off too much after that.

M-I-L: When are the girls up?

Me: usually about 6:30.

M-I-L: oh, I just feel so bad for you. I always let the boys sleep in. That must be so rough.

Ah, the joys of working for yourself in a small town, where her commute was 5 minutes, and no one yelled at her if she was late*. But here’s the thing: it’s no rougher than when I was home with the girls and we had to get somewhere. The fights are all the same. The chaos is all the same. It’s just the time on the clock that’s different. If anything, I almost like it better. And not just because Scott takes the lead on the kids. Here’s why:

  1. When you’re tired, it doesn’t matter if it’s 5:45, 6:45 or 7:45 (especially in winter). It’s dark and your bed is warm and the world is harsh. As a mom of two, I never feel rested, even after an 8 hour sleep, so why not take advantage of always feeling tired and get something done?
  2. Sometimes Madeline is already up. It feels less early when she wakes at 6 and you’re usually up than when she wakes at 6 and you’re counting on another hour of sleep.
  3. C is never awake which is good because we can usually dress her before she becomes fully able to control her body and fight against whatever “roughily” (her word for not fleecy soft) outfit she chose herself last night (#threenager)
  4. I get to work anywhere from 10-30 minutes before my start time, so even on the most rushed days, I still have time to stop and grab breakfast, vent to a coworker, or zone out in front of my computer screen before I need to get down to business.
  5. We all are home by 5:15. 5:25 in a bad day.

Don’t worry. I know my mother-in-law means no judgment by it. We are both well aware we have different lifestyles and parenting styles. While they are still chaotic, rushed and feel too early, they work for us and that’s all that really matters.

*Disclaimer: my boss wouldn’t yell if I was late. She’d likely call me into her office to make sure everything is ok, because I am perpetually early and am often quoted as saying “if you’re not 10 minutes early, you’re already late”

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My Body is a Temple

It’s Ash Wednesday. The start of Lent. It was almost upon me before I even realized it was coming and considered what to give up. But it was also the first year that my Lenten challenge seemed obvious.

Lest you think this is a post related to spirituality, it is not. Oh heavens no. We are still here, second Wednesday of the month, for Workout Wednesday.

But I am going to spend the next 40 days (give or take a week, for reasons I’ve never understood) focusing on my body.

You see, I had a debate with myself as I stood in my inlaws bathroom with the only scale I allow myself to step on this weekend. I had over-indulged the night before on salty Chinese food, and under-indulged in liquids of any form. My fingers were swollen enough that my rings, usually swinging loose, had to be roughly forced on that morning. I knew the number on the scale wouldn’t be accurate, but how could I not step on it? I’m sure you can figure out the rest.

Since stepping on that scale, I’ve had no motivation to eat well, to exercise or to hydrate, because in that moment, it felt like all three of those things were futile. It wasn’t just a confirmation of one night of poor choices. It was a confirmation of the nagging voice in the back of my head that said my pants were tighter. My stomach softer. My arms weaker.

It’s one thing to be working out regularly. But it’s another thing to be working out effectively.

So I’m going to push myself. I’m going to see how far this body of mine will take me by moving every day. I’m not going to let myself use a good workout justify a day of poor eating. I’m not going to count Coke, coffee or tea toward my daily hydration tally.

I’m going to prove to myself that I am capable of much more than I’ve been giving myself credit for. I’m going to listen to my body more than the size of my pants or the number on the scale. I’m going to let it show me all it can do.

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Not For Chickens – Fails

We’re getting pretty good at subbing out chicken in a lot of our recipes. Turkey and pork are pretty easy choices. We haven’t had much luck with non-meat options with the picky toddler, but it’s not often that we adapt a favourite and Scott and I don’t enjoy it.

Not often, but it still does happen.

For Scott and I, an old favourite has always been salsa chicken. Take chicken, a jar of salsa, a container of sour cream, some crushed taco chips and a handful or two of shredded cheese and bake and you get some deliciousness. So after missing it, we decided to try it with pork.

IMG_0113.JPGFirst, it took forever to cook. Then it didn’t quite pair as well with the rice and corn as we had hoped (disclaimer: in our youth, it was all we’d eat. We’d consider it a balanced meal on its own. Maybe supplemented with some additional taco chips. You know, for all the nutrients you get from those. And then when it was all done? The pork was too chewy.

We ate it. At least most of it. And we’ll likely hold off on messing with this one for a while.


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Currently: In February

It’s February! And it’s quickly moving too! How are we a week into February already? This month, I am…

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finishing: decorating our new wall unit. We moved our bookshelves into our office, and replaced them with my grandparents’ wall unit. We had so many books we didn’t really need any decor on the shelves, so now having nothing but shelves for tchotchkes and things. I’ve ordered a couple picture frames off Amazon, and I’m thinking I need a couple terrariums, and then I’ll be happy. For now.

…subscribing: hopefully to an online fitness group being run by my bootcamp coach. I like developing workouts, but I sometimes use “I don’t have anything planned” as a reason to skip a workout. It’s happening often enough that I am getting pretty close to pulling out T25 again just so I have someone other than myself screaming in my head to do more burpees

wishlisting: All the workout clothes. My in-laws gave me an Amazon gift card for my birthday, and I’ve been creeping Amazon for weeks trying to decide how best to spend it. While it’s going to subsidize my decorating project, there are also a lot of new workout clothes on my wishlist now.

watching: Jets vs. Coyotes I managed to convince Scott that it wouldn’t be good for our relationship to listen to the game while we did the dishes, but I couldn’t convince him that instead of watching a live hockey game, we should watch a show that is available on Netflix

…hearting: the sweet sounds of “Mama” coming from my little M. She’s been saying “mama” intermittently for months now, but we’re definitely in the very clear, understanding phase where when she says it, I know 100% that she meant it for me.

Thanks, Anne, for another round of Currently!

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C Reads: January

Our library book consumption dropped when I went back to work because about half the books stay at Nana & Grandpa Daycare. It also means I have even less control over what we read. Oh toddlers, and their random choices. This month was full of repeats and rejects.


Hank the Septopus is part of the books promoting Finding Dory. Since C hasn’t seen Finding Dory, nor Finding Nemo so this book definitely didn’t do anything for her. Or me for that matter. Maybe it would have made more sense if we knew more about Hank?

Olivia Dances for Joy by Natalie Shaw and Patrick Spaziante is a repeat in this house. And I didn’t like it the first time. Unlike some of the other books based on the TV series, rather than the books written by Ian Falconer, there is at least a plot and a lesson in a rather straightforward fashion.

Olivia Says Goodnight by Gabe Pulliam and Farrah McDoogle is terribly named. Because it’s name is so unrelated to the book itself, I didn’t realize it was another repeat until I was about 3/4 of the way through it. Less of a lesson in this one, too. While I don’t think it’s the worst Oliva book I’ve read, it’s not a huge recommendation from me.

And rounding out our book picks was another fail. Angus and the Cat by Marjorie Flack was universally despised. It was boring. It was dull. I guess the illustrations were all right?


Cat on the Bus by Aram Kim is definitely the best of the month. Sure, it took a while for C to get accustomed to this sparsely worded book, but the illustrations – which tell a heart warming story – are wonderful to look ati.

The Great Texas Hamster Drive by Erica A. Kimmel and Bruce Whatley was all right. Compared to the last set, this was good, but on its own, it doesn’t thrill me. It’s vaguely patronizing.

Two by Two by Barbara Reid bugs me. Barbara Reid generally bugs me, but this story starts out with a fire and brimstone god and then gets into terrible word play (“Space within was so restricted, Even the boas felt constricted” No. Just No).

Are You Sleeping Little One by Hans-Christian Schmidt, translated by Cynthia Vance and illustrated by Andreas Nemet was likely a pick for Madeline, which is great because she liked it. The book is a perfect bedtime book for her since she loved animals, and I love any book that ends with a baby snuggling his/her mama.

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Five Things Friday

If you follow me on Twitter, you’ll know that I am weaning myself off sugar-y beverages and drink more water. You’ll also know that drinking 96 ounces of fluids (16 tea, 80 water) meant that I had to pee a whole lot that day.

Despite that very specific drawback, I’ve been enjoying keeping much better hydrated. Some of my favourite perks

  1. I walk more. Not just to the bathroom. I also walk more to fill up my cup, so between the two, I’m not sitting stuck in my chair at my desk for as long.
  2. My skin is cracking less in this cold weather. It’s still cracking, and I know I need to be better at moisturizing, but improvement is good!
  3. I’ve developed a love for warm water. Yes, the same beverage I mocked my mother-in-law for just a couple short weeks ago. But in winter? You can’t chug the ice cold stuff.
  4. I have no problem getting up in the morning, mostly because my bladder and my alarm clock are in cahoots.
  5. I don’t miss sugary beverages nearly as much as I did at the beginning of the week


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