It was Saturday night. We had just got the boy off to bed and were preparing to hunker down for Game 2 of the Stanley Cup finals. I started clearing the living room floor of Little People, giant plush dogs and a multitude of socks; a clear sign that I was intending to do a…
Cameron
Selective Lipsticking
My morning routine is pretty consistent. While the house is quiet except for the morning prose drifting from a radio tuned to CBC, I sit in front of my mirror and apply my makeup. My eyes close as I smooth the moisturizer over my face. A twice daily routine, once at night, once in the…
Not the Mama
Cameron has always been my little boy. There has never been any doubt about that. For a full year he was attached to me. My body fed him. My skin warmed him. My sounds soothed him. As soon as he could show a preference for anyone, he reached for me. He cried for me. He…
One Mom’s Secret is Another Mom’s Blog
I recently got some awesome news. One of my very dear friends is pregnant with her first! I was honoured to be one of the first people she told about her pregnancy and my insides are just bubbling with the news. But I’ve been sworn to secrecy. So you won’t hear anything coming out of these…
Goodbye Cruel World
Sometimes events that permeate the social conversation make me feel strangely uncomfortable. Recently this happened with the Royal Wedding. I tried to keep my distance from it as much as possible. I can’t really rationalize why it made me uncomfortable – it just did. Maybe it is the whole fairy tale narrative that surrounded the event. Reality isn’t…
Prioritizing
In what I am sure is going to be an overarching theme during this entire year, our household was struck with illness once again this past weekend. I keep thinking we’ve tried every sickness that could possibly be spread at daycare, and then… …and then Cameron starts pussing from the eyes. So, on Monday (and…
Ankle Biter
I held on to my son while mixed feelings of longing and rushing swept through my body. I didn’t want to let go, but I needed to get to work. Dropping him off at daycare is just another errand in my busy day. I took his coat off, set down his bag and was just…
Contained
Today is the day. The day I was going to announce my news. The day I would have moved out of the frightening first trimester into the safety of the second trimester. 13 weeks, 3 days.During the eight weeks of my most recent pregnancy, I wrote some blog posts that I meant to share after…
SmartMoms
There was a point in my life where I absolutely did not want a cell phone. After the stress of planning a wedding I was ready to be unreachable for a while. No more phone calls asking me “Has this been done yet?”, no more calls from work asking if I could come in right away,…
Saying Thanks
“All I really want are children who are respectful, who listen, obey, clean up once in a while and appreciate what I do around here!”This was often uttered in our household growing up, every time birthdays, Christmases, and Mother’s Days rolled around. “Mo-om!” we’d roll our eyes. Seriously, she expected us to improve on perfection? Sure, maybe…
Look What I Made
On Thursday, I trudged home from work feeling blue from the many sunless days that Halifax was experiencing and frustrated that it started raining just as soon as I stepped out of my office building. Of course, I was wearing a dress, my legs were mostly bare and my toes were growing numb. As I exited…
