“Tomorrow’s your last day of daycare, bud.” I was washing Gavin’s hands after our Pizza Thursday dinner last night. His little hands and face where covered in tomato sauce. “I want more,” he said. He wasn’t talking about the pizza. “More daycare?” “Yeah.” “But you’ll get to start being home with Mommy soon! Isn’t that…
Daycare
Loving Learning
When I picked my kids up from (their new) daycare, Gavin had a black eye. I wasn’t surprised. The wonderful daycare had called me as soon as it happened, gave me an update on how he was reacting, and had an incident report for me to sign when I arrived. For my part, I wasn’t…
I Suck at Conclusions
Life has a funny way of working out sometimes. Funny might not be the right word, here. “Shitty” is probably more appropriate. While I pride myself in not resorting to curse words when I’m trying to express myself, some situations simply do not call for eloquence. Last Wednesday I sent my boys to daycare and…
Starting Daycare
This year, we were blissfully unaffected by the typical September routine shakeup that most people know as Back To School. Still, as parents are dropping off children at preschool and kindergarten for the first time; as they walk away, wondering if their children’s days will be good or if they will miss them at all,…
How I Went A Full Year Without Medicating My Baby and Other Second Child Problems
Oh, the stories my second child will have to share in therapy. Like how I never put shoes on him, even when we went out. Or how I did nothing for his first birthday. Or how he didn’t have a bed for a whole year. Or how I didn’t get him medical attention for the first…
Diaper Daycare
Editor’s Note: So much has happened this month. I started work, my baby nephew was born, my own baby turned one, and we decided to start the process of buying our first home. Needless to say, my blog has taken a bit of a back seat. I hope to find more time soon, but at the…
Deflated
As I neared the end of my pregnancy with Gavin, I wanted to ensure that Cameron would still be getting entertainment and stimulation and special Cameron-only activities. I signed him up for a few programs that were to start a few weeks before my due date. Specifically, I had him enrolled in a program at…
Striking Out of Control – Because it is All About Me
In light of some comments I’ve received, I want to state that this post is mostly about my experience as a parent, not the Halifax transit strike. I used the Halifax transit strike as a way to explain my feelings of being out-of-control, because the reality is, I have no control over what is going…
He Laughed
Our house functions like a well oiled machine. My husband and I have both taken on certain roles and responsibilities to make our schedule flow as seamlessly as possible. Things are often left out of the equation, like the evening’s dishes, but for the most part we do a pretty good job juggling parenting, home,…
In and Out
It had been a long week. The demands of regular life, work, and motherhood had been compounded by additional requirements, unreasonably high expectations and the resulting disappointments, illness, social engagements, guest preparations, and insomnia. While each individual task appeared feasible on its own, together it became insurmountable. Impossible, even. So by the time Thursday night* rolled…
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…
