tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80866936462353410072024-03-18T21:46:47.807-07:00365 Days of Mommyness...the ramblings of an ordinary supermomSteffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11936106795845415124noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086693646235341007.post-26758390600251028252011-04-25T05:56:00.001-07:002011-04-25T06:33:14.491-07:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Day 56 - Getting Preggers<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">The other day I was talking to a good friend who was trying to get pregnant. She was telling me how frustrated and discouraged she felt about the whole process. She asked me if I could write something about it. I'm by no means an authority on the subject, but I do have my own experience to draw from and my own thoughts on the process...so here goes...<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">My whole teenage life it seemed like I was bombarded by messages about safe sex and pregnancy. I just remember those embarrassing and unpleasant conversations with my mom who basically to me that any kind of physical contact with a boy would result in immediate pregnancy. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">When the hubby and I took the monumental decision to take the cap off and to start "trying" for a baby, I thought a couple of "tries" would do the trick. Right? Oh! But, how dismally <u>wrong</u> I was! Month after months, I would pee on that dreaded stick and only to see one line and not two. As you can imagine, I was beginning to feel frustrated and disillusioned. I tried to stay positive about the process, but I was beginning to worry and it put a strain on the entire "love making process." Things became very mechanical and based complicated math calculations, which projected my anticipated ovulation date. I felt like a capital FAILURE...<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">I was somewhat relieved when winter came, since the hubby would be on the road and it would give us a much needed break from the "trying." On the handful of occasions when we did see each other, we celebrated and the possibility of getting pregnant was far from our minds.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">In March, he ended up coming home for a couple of days on a layover from Europe to Calgary. Two weeks later, I came down with the flu. Or, what I thought was the flu. Being pregnant never crossed my mind. But, when the feeling of nausea didn't go away, I was suspicious and cautiously hopeful. I mean, if I calculated back, it wasn't possible. I wasn't even supposed to be ovulating at that time. And, we hadn't even "tried.” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Imagine my surprise when I pied on the dreaded stick and there appeared two bright blue lines. SUCCESS! <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">And, what was the key? Here is what I have concluded about the whole process of "getting pregnant." <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">1. You get pregnant when you don't try. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">2. You don't get pregnant when you do try. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">I know! It's totally confusing. But, the truth is. Perhaps that for some women getting pregnant (or not getting pregnant) is a state of mind. If you ask my hippy in me - being stressed and mechanical about the process is counterintuitive to the whole naturalness of getting pregnant.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">I'm not a doctor. This is just my opinion. And, I recognize that some women do face legitimate fertility problems. But, for those who are like me - women who do not have any apparent problem with their "pipes," but for whom getting pregnant is a bit more of a challenge. Well, my advice to you is to just relax, lie back, and enjoy the ride. :-)<o:p></o:p></span></div>Steffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11936106795845415124noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086693646235341007.post-30867382430312256932011-04-15T06:29:00.000-07:002011-04-15T06:30:18.573-07:00Day ?? - Winter HiatusI would like to apologize to all my readers for the unforeseen winter hiatus. I wish I could say that my reasons that kept me from writing were justifiable, but what it really boiled down to was pure and utter laziness. Or if you really want an excuse: the devil took me to paradise and forced me to live a life of idleness and gluttony!<br />
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Let me explain. One day in the November my hubby unexpectedly suggested that we spend the winter with him in Europe. Needless to say I was excited. I always had a romanticized idea of living in a foreign country and living a life of leisure. But, that idea didn’t involve two small children or having to lug them across the Atlantic Ocean all by myself. A small detail that in my mind could be easily overcome.<br />
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Come December I packed up my wee ones, strapped the baby to my back, strapped the toddler to the stroller, travelled 12 hours in a stuffy airplane (plus one long connexion) and arrived in beautiful Kirchberg, Austria. (Kirchberg happens to be the home away from home of the Canadian Alpine ski team and where my hubby spends most of his time training.) And, trust me, the hours cooped up in the airplane and hauling my children and bags across airports to make connexions was worth it. <br />
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Our little family literally hibernated for two glorious months. We all snuggled in our tiny Euro style apartment surrounded by snow covered mountains, temperate weather, speck, chocolate, apple strudel, cappuccinos, marzipan, sausage and an abundance of Weiss beer and red wine. I was in Heaven! Pure utter bliss! It was as if we were in some sort of time warp where all notions of time and responsibility vanished. We played in the snow, skied and ate until our bellies were full…did I mention that we had a cook?<br />
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Don’t get me wrong, I fully did intend to write. I even had a computer and Internet access. But, for some reason I couldn’t be bothered to even log on to computer, let alone write. I mean…can you blame me? <br />
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</tbody></table>Steffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11936106795845415124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086693646235341007.post-83994437401746620782010-11-21T05:59:00.001-08:002010-11-21T05:59:50.492-08:00Day 24 - It’s called post-partum baby!<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">It happened after the “babymoon,” two weeks after Jake was born. Everything was perfect. I stared for hours on end at the little precious being that I had created. I was overjoyed to finally meet this tiny person that had lived inside me for 9 months. I wondered who he was, what he would become and who he would look like. I was totally captivated by his every little movement and jumped at every coo! I was in a swoony, blissful haze! I was in love! And, the icing on the cake was that I could finally sleep on my stomach. Heaven! </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">Skip to a couple of weeks later… </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">The happy, swoony hormones from my delivery were levelling off and were all wonky. My emotions like my house were now a complete and total disaster. My little precious little wonder looked less like a baby and more like a parasite that required constant feeding and diaper changing, needed to be held around the clock, and squawked whenever I put him down. I couldn’t remember when I had last showered and how long I had been wearing my pyjamas. I wondered whether the black circles under my eyes had become a permanent fixture. And, my boobs hurt! I couldn’t figure out what hurt most, the fact that they might explode or the feeling that someone had tried to sandpaper my nipples off. I wondered when I would get my figure back because I wasn’t keen on the stomach flap and the stretch marks that looked like a road map to my belly button. I mourned the loss of my old life. The one where I could party all night, sleep in, do what I wanted when I wanted. You know the life that had zero responsibility!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">The hurt, hormones, sleeplessness, dark circles, flabby skin, crying, poopy diapers and constant caregiving is what postpartum is all about! It plain sucks…period! Here is some consolation, however. Every mommy goes through it! It’s like a right of passage to mommyhood. If you can handle post-partum you can pretty much handle anything your little monsters to throw at you. The “suckiness,” although “sucky,” is brief (and, like the actual act of childbirth will become a vague memory). Most things get resolved with time. And, what doesn’t go away, you just adjust to. Those little bundles of poopy messes and spit up are really easy to get attached to. They have a way of making you forget about your old life was like. Soon, you will wonder how you could have ever possibly lived without them. <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></span></div>Steffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11936106795845415124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086693646235341007.post-71821389471263516552010-11-08T18:57:00.001-08:002010-11-08T18:57:37.977-08:00Day 23 - A Mothers Guilt<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">People always talk about how great it is to have children. It is great! It’s more than great! It’s amazing and wonderful! Sometimes, however, there are those rare occasions where everything isn’t so wonderful. Those are the days where it just feels like its one long chain of messes, tantrums, whines, screams, and screeches after another. The tried, tested and true naughty spot is no longer effective. And, you feel like tossing your <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Supernanny Guide to Child Rearing Success</i> out the window or maybe just calling her to see if she is available to babysit for a while. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">All kidding aside, there are those days where you simply feel tired, frustrated and overwhelmed! You feel like you’re a terrible mother and like you’re not cutting it. And, to make matters worse you feel guilty it. But, I would argue that most moms feel this way at some point in time (just add it to the long list of things they don’t tell you about mommyhood).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After all, parenthood and motherhood isn’t all sunshine and roses all the time. It’s hard work! While it’s a totally rewarding and fulfilling job, there are just some days where you would like to call in sick because you would just rather curl-up on the couch for an uninterrupted day of reading or to catch-up on the latest season of Gossip Girl (when was the last time you did that?). </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">But, I think that the number one rule to getting through mommyhood is to remove the guilt and to give yourself a break. Let’s face it, these little buggers know how to push your buttons and pull your strings from the moment they come out of our womb. And, while we may love our little monsters to bits, they can drive us crazy from time to time! I’m telling you it’s ok to feel unmotivated, emotional, drained, or on the verge of a total meltdown. It happens! It doesn’t make you a bad mom either. It’s also ok to take a break from time to time…maybe you need a whole day off. Heck! Some of us may need an entire vacation on another continent to recharge batteries and to gain perspective. I’m telling you that it’s ok! And, that it’s nothing to feel guilty about! </div>Steffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11936106795845415124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086693646235341007.post-64388417666417428562010-11-02T18:49:00.000-07:002010-11-02T18:49:42.973-07:00Day 22 – Halloween Post Mortem<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">I didn’t feel entitled to write about Halloween because I hadn’t really gotten the hang of it yet. At least for me, Halloween with small kids seems to require a lot of tactical planning and strategy. Prepare dinner while face painting and disguising, put dinner in oven to keep warm, go out trick-or-treating (one parent stays home to give out candy), return home, serve dinner, eat dinner while running to the door to dole out candy. Repeat over and over, “No, you can’t have candy until you’ve finished all your supper,” sort candy, try to limit candy consumption during sorting, try to contain and limit household damage of strung out children hoped up on sugar, attempt to put little monsters to bed now crashing from sugar high, which may include whining, crying and tantrums. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">Then, there’s the dilemma of what to do with the CANDY! Between the candy collected and the candy left over from the dole out we usually have enough candy to feed a small village until Christmas. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">But, this year seemed to go more smoothly (meaning I didn’t feel totally exasperated). Plus, we also managed to keep the candy to a minimum which is always a good thing in my books. So hear are some lessons learned:</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">1)<span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span>In talking with neighbours we realised that the parents thought that each house gave out too much candy (for sure, no one wants to be the labelled the “stingy house”) and that the kids ended up with a full bag after only having done our street. This year, I did my civic duty and bought less candy! In order to extend kids trick-or-treating experience I only bought two boxes of 50 candies each and dished out two candies per child. We will forever be known as the “stingy house.”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">2)<span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span>Prepare dinner early or order out before trick-or-treating. You will not have time to prepare a proper meal in between face painting, dressing up kids and dealing with sugar highs (trust me, I’ve tried).</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">3)<span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span>Go trick-or-treating early, sort candies and re-gift any candies that you or your kids don’t like. Did I say “re-gift”? Yes, yes I did! Pretty horrible, I know. But, Jake can’t eat gum and hard candies and doesn’t like liquorice. Plus, I’m pretty sure that there’s some happy Halloweener out there really enjoying Jake’s jaw breakers. Not to mention that it cut Jake’s candy stash in half. And, this makes mommy very happy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">4)<span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span>Also, we limited the candy giving out time. Apparently there’s an unwritten Halloween code that if your pumpkin is turned off you are closed for business. So, we closed up shop at around 8pm when we had no candies left. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">5)<span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span>Give in! Your child will eat candy, they may not want to wear their costume exactly the way it was intended, they won’t sit through supper because of the constant doorbell ringing, and they will have a sugar high. Don’t fight it, just ride it out…it’ll soon be over.</div><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">Waistline: belly flap is less…flappy?! </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">Scale says: 5 lbs lighter (good news considering that I had gained some 50 lbs during my pregnancy with Keegan.) 10 lbs more to go! Whoop, Whoop!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">Overall Evaluation: I do look and feel trimmer (skinny jeans, here I come). And, actually doing 20 minutes of exercise felt more like a walk in the park (and sometimes was literally was a walk in the park) than real exercise. I do have to admit that it was finding those extra 20 minutes a day that I found challenging. It sometimes meant ignoring the pile of dishes that needed to be done to go pedal on the bike or pushing the toys away in the playroom to do yoga in a less then Zen environment. It also sometimes involved using Keegan as a free weight, or having all 32 lbs of Jake on my back because it’s fun to ride Mommy during Sun Salutations. And, while sometimes it was difficult to get myself into gear, once I did it I felt a whole lot better. The mantra being…NO EXCUSES!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">As for 21 days to make it a habit? Well, I guess it does…in part. In the last week I wasn’t exactly forcing myself to do exercise. It’s kind of become a part of my regular routine. I do 20 minutes of yoga after I drop off Jake at daycare and in the evening Jake, Keegan and I go for a 20 minute stroll around the neighbourhood. Easy!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">But, in his infinite words of wisdom, my hubby told me the other day that you know you’re addicted when you love something so much you are unable to give it up. This would definitely apply to my kids, my hubby and my morning coffee…not so much to my exercise routine. I do like it! I like when the scale tells me that I’m one pound lighter than I was yesterday. I may even love some aspects of it! I love the fact that I may not have to wear Spanx to that function I have next week. But, I don’t love it. Not yet anyway. But, I’ll keep on trying…<span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></span></div><br />
<span id="goog_58738263"></span><a href="http://365daysofmommyness.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-2-project-20-minutes-for-21-days.html">Part 1 - Project 20 Minutes for 21 Days<span id="goog_58738264"></span></a><br />
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</tbody></table>Steffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11936106795845415124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086693646235341007.post-70615141086365819192010-10-17T13:58:00.000-07:002010-10-17T14:07:02.824-07:00Day 20 - First Horse ShowOne of my closest friends is a trainer at a riding school in Val-Morin, Québec. Jake has been there a couple of times and he loves, loves, loves the "horseys"! Last weekend my BFF invited Jake to participate in the beginner (very beginner) class. Let me tell you the competition was pretty stiff, but Jake managed to win a Red Ribbon (that's first place). YAY! So what if he didn't even realise that he was in a competition and so what if everyone got a Red Ribbon. Jake was great and he had a blast! Isn't that is what counts!? I'm a proud Momma! Goooooo Jake!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Steffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11936106795845415124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086693646235341007.post-84588769498888295732010-10-15T16:27:00.000-07:002010-10-15T16:45:00.267-07:00Day 19 – Thanksgiving Ritual<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">Kids can be really smart, creative and ingenious if you give them the chance! That is what I discovered over the Thanksgiving weekend. I was taking care of my nieces on Thanksgiving Day and while the little kids were down for their afternoon nap, my oldest niece, Kylie (7 years), and I were discussing about the meaning of Thanksgiving. I was explaining to her that Thanksgiving was a day where we give thanks for all the food that was harvested throughout the summer. The usual tradition in our family is to go around the table and to tell everyone what we were thankful in the past year. But, Kylie, being Kylie, thought that our normal practice would simply not do to mark such an important occasion. Being the colourful and creative girl she is, she decided that this year our family would do a much more grandiose gesture. She then asked if I (and I quote) “could help her prepare an event to thank Mother Nature for all the great things she gives us in nature to survive.” (Did I mention that she is brilliant?)</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
This is what she came up with!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">The event (more like a ritual) took elements of our normal tradition, but infused a bit of nature loving witchiness in it (good witches of course).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That afternoon Kylie set up a white sheet and decorated it with candles, flowers and a basket. As the master of ceremonies, she also prepared a speech on coloured paper and binded it together (very official). That evening after dinner, she led us outside and asked us to sit next to our assigned candle. She delivered her speech thanking Mother Nature and then asked us to “go out in nature and collect something we are thankful for.” When we had returned with our piece of nature, we all went around the circle and thanked Mother Nature for each item (a leaf for being so colourful, a piece of wood for building the house we live in, flowers for decorating the gardens and making us happy, etc). We placed each item in the basket and our candle was lit. Kylie then led us in two songs to commemorate the occasion (we looked these up on the Internet, and I’ve included them below because they were a hit and a hoot).<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYK7k0w9fx2kU_qDAQVYS0VYHTh5zjMx3qUmr7y76EOmx0o4z5d8Xa6_7Qd41j0UYm1Fvh2ZO0IRS1lcFHYyLKIcsvfQ414o9OA8_-dOCk3_iSfChUVYU265_WEWFXfZxMT1sMEUHwSPM/s1600/Thanksgiving+and+horseback+riding+053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYK7k0w9fx2kU_qDAQVYS0VYHTh5zjMx3qUmr7y76EOmx0o4z5d8Xa6_7Qd41j0UYm1Fvh2ZO0IRS1lcFHYyLKIcsvfQ414o9OA8_-dOCk3_iSfChUVYU265_WEWFXfZxMT1sMEUHwSPM/s400/Thanksgiving+and+horseback+riding+053.JPG" width="400" /></a></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">I’m not sure if this will become our new tradition, but it was very special and as unique as Kylie. Sitting together in a circle, under the stars and by candlelight, singing songs and being thankful was not only fun and a family bonding experience, but we also felt closer to nature. The ritual was also a great learning experience for the little kids. Kylie taught them so simply and authentically about nature and gratitude in a way that no adult could. For me, the gesture reminded me that our bond to our family is like our bond nature, we are all connected for better or for worse. This bond is sometimes fragile, and for that reason, we all need to take time to care for and be grateful for each other. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">For such a great experience, I am grateful and thankful for you, Kylie! </div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The First Thanksgiving </i></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">(Sung to: "Twinkle, Twinkle")</i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Pick the corn and pick the beans,</i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Pick the squash and other greens</i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">It is harvest time you see</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Come and share a feast with me.</i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Bring your family out to play,</i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">We'll call this Thanksgiving Day</i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I Eat <country-region w:st="on"><place w:st="on">Turkey</place></country-region> </i></b></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Sung to: "Frere Jacques"</i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I eat <country-region w:st="on"><place w:st="on">Turkey</place></country-region>,</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I eat <country-region w:st="on"><place w:st="on">Turkey</place></country-region>.</i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Yes, I do</i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Yes, I do</i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Turkey in my tummy,</i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Yummy, yummy, yummy.</i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Good for me</i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Good for you.</i></div></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Steffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11936106795845415124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086693646235341007.post-61890403935864339602010-10-11T18:25:00.000-07:002010-10-11T18:25:48.981-07:00Day 18 – Hey Little Buddy! How Did You Get Up in There!?<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-CA" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">When you become a mom you soon realize that you will have to deal with some pretty gruesome situations. For example: the humungous flutter-blasts (the poops that explodes out the top of the diaper and splatters all over the babies back); or, the throw-up all over you, the bed and the baby. These are the nasty situations that only you as a mom can handle (must be an X chromosome thing) because fathers love to suddenly become inflicted with a case of dry-heaving.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-CA" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">But, the nasty situation that I had to deal with this week is where I draw a line in the sand. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-CA" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">On Wednesday, Jake woke up in a fit. He was howling that his bum hurt. I automatically thought: 1) he had a small rash; 2) he had to go to the potty. When he confirmed that it was not in fact a number 2, I grabbed my flash light to look for a rash. Well, I can also confirm that there was no rash. But, I did find something. There looking right back at me was a little white worm! A WORM! I tried not to panic, I held back a little scream, and not to mention the dry heaving. I did not want to alarm the toddler. I carefully pulled up his pull-up on and told him to go back to bed.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-CA" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">After a restless and reluctant night sleep in the bed with Jake and his new little friend, I immediately called our paediatrician. Even though Jake insisted that his </span>“<span lang="EN-CA" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">booboo bum was all gone,” that little pain in the butt needed to be evicted immediately!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-CA" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">We went to the paediatrician and he did confirm that what I saw was indeed a worm. Yuck! Apparently these little white critters (officially called pinworms) only come out at night. Children usually get them from sandboxes and play areas at school or in the park. They swallow an egg and a mature worm emerges out the other end. They lay there eggs at night and that’s what causes irritation and scratchiness. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-CA" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Despite the fact that worms are totally gross, the good news is that these little bum buddies are for the most part harmless, common and pretty easy to treat. You don’t even need to go to your paediatrician. You can get Combatrin over the counter. It’s a one dose medication that exterminates the worms completely. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-CA" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">The best precaution, however, is to make sure that your kids wash their hands after they go to washroom and before they eat. But, since you can’t always control what your children put in their mouths, I suggest a routine flashlight inspection of the tushie. You may be surprised to find that your child has a little night buddy too!</span></div>Steffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11936106795845415124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086693646235341007.post-14431390306227300002010-10-07T07:00:00.000-07:002010-10-11T18:26:11.026-07:00Day 17 - CBC News - Health - Mom's light drinking may not harm baby: studyHere is an interesting study...<br />
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<a href="http://www.cbc.ca/health/story/2010/10/06/alcohol-pregnancy.html">CBC News - Health - Mom's light drinking may not harm baby: study</a>Steffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11936106795845415124noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086693646235341007.post-89269507393486726882010-10-05T19:08:00.000-07:002010-10-05T19:08:19.032-07:00Day 16 - Saying Goodbye: Airport Confessions<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">Yesterday we drove Papa to the airport. He’s off to <place w:st="on">Europe</place> for three weeks and saying goodbye is never easy. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">A lot of people ask me how I manage a relationship with someone that travels more than seven months out of the year. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">Well, here it is. When I first started dating my future hubby I was miserable. Dropping him off at the airport was like something out of a sappy movie. We hugged and cried, and then, we hugged some more and we cried some more. When we were apart we spoke on the phone for hours on end (our phone bill was astronomical). I would wake up sad and go to bed sad. It was like my life stood still while he was away. It didn’t take me long to realize that I couldn’t live this way. I had to regain some sense of normalcy in my life because I couldn’t live with all the drama the situation created. It was either we part ways for good or I had to change my whole attitude and outlook on the situation. And, since by that time I had fallen head over tea kettle for the bugger, I had decided on option two. It was a very conscience and rational decision on my part. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">From that day on my whole view of our situation did transform because I decided to look at it differently. On the one hand, I could stay a sad love sick puppy, on the other, I could decide to just be happy. I was after all lucky enough to snag myself an incredibly passionate and determined person that would never let anything or anyone keep him from achieving his dreams. I certainly wasn’t going to be the one to stand in his way. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">My hubby’s drive inspired me to focus on finishing school and then my career. We each supported each other in our separate endeavours from afar. And, when we were together, we managed to find time to buy a house, get married and have two children. It’s funny how a change of perspective can change everything…</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">And, how is it now, after eight years, and with two children to add to the mix?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">After dropping Papa off at the airport we were all a little out of sorts. This part never really gets easier. But, after a good night sleep we all woke up refreshed and happy. And, life continues as usual. While, Keegan is still too young to notice that his Papa is gone, Jake is used to it now. He understands it’s for good reason. According to Jake, “Papa is going to bring us back a treasure chest of gold medals!”</div>Steffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11936106795845415124noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086693646235341007.post-82941278202097987382010-10-02T19:06:00.000-07:002010-10-03T05:36:47.788-07:00Day 15 - A Word on Dancing<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">I remember being at my uncles wedding as a teenager. The dinner was over and the music started. Everyone was on the dance floor having fun when out of the corner of I spotted her! My Mom! She was doing the most embarrassing thing a Mom could do to her teenage daughter in public! Yep! She was dancing…or something like it (Sorry Mom!)! There she was - gyrating, flailing, head-bobbing, shimmy-shimmying, and lip-synching words to a song that she didn’t know. I was horrified! But, what made matters worse was that she spotted me looking at her (obviously oblivious to my utter and complete embarrassment) and she waved at me to come dance with her. I reluctantly did! But, insisted on giving her the teenage eye-roll and scowl! The one that says: “Stop it Mom! You are Soooo Uncool and you are Totally Embarrassing Me Infront of Everyone!”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">Well, little did I know that I would be eating my words in the future! </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">You see, I love to dance! In my late teens and early twenties I would head to the bar with my closest BFF’s and we dance all night! And, we were pretty good too. At least my girlfriends were good and I would like to think that I could hold my own. But, since I had kids, I’ve had little opportunity to do so. I gave up dancing when my belly got so big that I my movements felt less like dancing and more like an impression of a scared chicken.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">But, yesterday was that day that I actually got to try out my dancing skills. Jake and I were listening to music and we started an impromptu dance party. I was moving body, shaking my hips, bobbing my head, waving my arms up in the air and I started to think that this first attempt at dancing may not be so bad. WRONG! I saw Jake, my two year old, looking at me with a little frown on his face that told me it was bad. VERY BAD! I looked down at myself and saw what he saw! My arms, hips and legs were moving, but not even remotely close to being on beat! I looked like one of the rejects from<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> So You Think You Can Dance</i>. The ones that you so feel bad for because they just don’t truly grasp how very bad they are. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">I was disappointed. This is just another example of things that they don’t tell you in baby books and that I feel would have been useful to be informed about. Things like:</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">1)<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></span>Morning sickness can also include afternoon and evening sickness;</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">2)<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></span>Expect that you or your children will never leave the house clean (Murphy’s Law – if it is clean, they will find a way to put their sticky, dirty hands on it);</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">3)<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></span>After you have kids you may no longer be able to laugh, run, sneeze, or jump on a trampoline because you may risk peeing your pants; </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">4)<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></span>The laundry pile will be now a permanent fixture in your house;</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">5)<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></span>Expect that there may be times where you may not shower for three days in a row, and there may even be times where you question when you had your last shower; </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">6)<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></span>Expect to not sleep until your kids are safely out of the house; and</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">7)<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></span>Your child will have at least one major temper tantrum in the middle of Wal-Mart (plan your exit strategy in advance); </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">As if this wasn’t bad enough add to the list:</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">8)<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></span>After you have kids, you will lose all sense of coolness and you will now dance like YOUR MOTHER.</div>Steffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11936106795845415124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086693646235341007.post-18835318012377668072010-10-01T18:08:00.000-07:002010-10-01T18:08:16.610-07:00Day 14 - Rain, Rain, We Love Rain!<div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-CA" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">The sunshine and warm weather have gone away, the beaches are closed and vacation time is over. The everlasting days of summer are gone and the drizzly gloominess of fall is upon us. On these days, it’s tempting to huddle inside where it is warm and dry and to hibernate under the covers. But, with kids, day after day of huddling inside can quickly lead to cabin fever! Arts and crafts, board games, puzzles, and TV can only get you so far.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With everyone cooped up inside there is bound to be pent up energy (and not to mention crankiness) that needs to be released. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-CA" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">My question is: why do we insist on staying inside when it’s raining? </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-CA" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Drizzly fall days are a great opportunity to get outside, to explore nature, and to make important discoveries. It’s just a matter of putting on a rain jacket and a pair rain boots! When I was a child, there was something magical about those days. The sound of the rain falling in the trees, the color of the changing leaves amplified by the flat light, the sweet, musty smell of the rotting leaves, and not to mention the wildlife that seemed to come alive in the wet weather. On those days I would jump in puddles, try to find the funniest looking mushrooms, pick the reddest leaves, listen to the birds, and make mud cakes. After a couple of hours outside, I would come in all wet, dirty and tuckered-out. My mom would strip me down, wrap me in a warm blanket, and give me something warm to drink. It was total bliss!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-CA" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">I still enjoy those days! But, what I love best is sharing them with Jake (Keegan is still too young). I always love seeing Jake’s sense of exploration and the way he lights up when he discovers something new. He also loves the rain. It doesn’t bother him a single bit! And, like his mommy he finds those puddles irresistible! </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">I have been known to have mild cases of mommy brain from time to time. Dropped jars leading to broken glass and applesauce all over the kitchen, walking into a room wondering how I got there and what I was looking for, unpacking the groceries and realizing that I forgot a bag at the store, and not to mention the keys that are constantly misplaced. But, sometimes, a string of mommy brain incidents can send you into a never-ending cycle of negative despair. Sadly, that’s what happened to me yesterday. My mommy brain took over and it put a total kybosh on my day! </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">We were heading to Gamma and Papou’s that afternoon, but before we could leave I had to pack the kids bags and take little Keegan to the pediatrician. Simple enough! But, as usual, it took me forever to pack because I couldn’t find anything, I didn’t know what to bring, and needless to say, there was a little bit of a lack of focus on my part. Mostly packed, I left the house in a bit of a panic, since I was now late for Keegan’s appointment. Late and stressed, and trying to remember the couple of items that still needed to be packed in the kid’s bag, I realized that I had completely gone into auto pilot and was going in the wrong way. Back on track and cutting it close, I arrived at the intersection of the pediatrician’s clinic. Waiting at the stop sign, I saw two cars coming. The first one slammed on the brakes and then “BANG!” The two cars crashed right in front of me! I went to Keegan’s appointment in a complete daze, and then, somewhat frazzled I headed back home. At home, I managed to remember to pack the missing items in the kid’s bag and loaded it into the car. And, we were on off! I’m happy, thinking that nothing else could possibly go wrong. But, as my hubby unloaded the car, he turned to me and asked: “Babe, where is your bag?” I couldn’t believe it! I had forgotten my bag! The clothes on my back would be the only clothes I would wear for the next three days! To make matters worse, a couple of hours later Keegan proceeded to throw up on me and all the clothes I was wearing. The only clothes I had! Unable to process and warning sign flooding my screen, I realized that complete system crash was imminent. I decided it was time I head up to bed, shut down and reboot before I had full system meltdown. As my head hit the pillow I wondered…will someone ever invent system upgrade - Supermommy 2.0?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
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</div>Steffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11936106795845415124noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086693646235341007.post-7487084309959087522010-09-29T19:07:00.000-07:002010-09-29T19:09:52.426-07:00Day 12 - Wordless WednesdayMy mom, in her infinite words of wisdom, always told me that "if you don't have anything good to say, don't say anything at all!" I guess today is one of those days...Steffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11936106795845415124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086693646235341007.post-28597918498498859942010-09-27T18:51:00.000-07:002010-09-27T18:55:58.421-07:00Day 11 - Gettin Crafty for Halloween<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">Halloween is on its way and my crafting buddies (my beautiful nieces) asked me to help them make some fun decorations. I perused the Internet for inspiration, put on my creative cap and came up with some great ideas for spiders, bats, ghosts and pumpkins partially made out of recycled material. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">These crafts are made with egg cartons, jars and lids, and some old tissue paper. Things that I bought for the crafts include: black paper, black and orange paint, pipe cleaners, tea lights, and googly eyes. Supplies that I already had at home include: hot glue gun, crafting glue, scissors, paint brushes, and permanent markers. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
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</div></div>Steffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11936106795845415124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086693646235341007.post-5833495227244690392010-09-26T19:17:00.000-07:002010-09-27T06:23:56.251-07:00Day 10 – Jake’s Egg Pizza<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">Jake does not like to eat leafy greens. He calls it grass. What can I say, he’s only two! </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">We’ve tried them steamed, sautéed and in stir-fries with no success. He usual picks them out and pushes them off his plate. If they do manage to get into his mouth “accidentally,” he spits them out and declares: “Yuck Moooommyy! I no like grass!” </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">One day, while making my extra healthy quiche, I carefully hid some of those leafy green suckers in between the crust and the eggs. Imagine my surprise when Jake gobbled the whole thing up! He even asked me for another piece of “Egg Pizza!”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">Ever since, “Jake’s Egg Pizza” has become a staple in our family’s repertoire. I don't even need to hide the greens anymmore. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">Note: The crust that I usually make a flourless with sweet potatoes, sesame seeds and ground flax seeds, but depending on the ingredients and the time you have I’ve included a link for a spelt flour crust.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
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<b><span style="color: #0b5394;">Jake's Egg Pizza </span></b></div><div style="border: medium none;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><b><i>Crust:</i></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i>1 cups of grated sweet potato (I have also done it with a half cup each of potato and carrot with good results)</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i>1 cup ground sesame seeds</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i>½ cup ground flax seeds</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i>1 Tbsp coconut oil (you can also use olive oil)</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i>1 fresh garlic glove</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i>Parsley or basil (I like to use fresh, but dried will work nicely too)</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i>Salt to taste</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i>Variation: Spelt crust – </i><a href="http://www.bobsredmill.com/recipes_detail.php?rid=939"><i>http://www.bobsredmill.com/recipes_detail.php?rid=939</i></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i><br />
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</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i>6-8 eggs beaten</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i>¼ to ½ cup milk (almond, rice or soya milk works just fine)</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i>Fresh spinach greens, chopped onions, peppers and fresh basil (optional)</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i>Variation: Fresh spinach, chopped carrot, zucchini, mushroom, onion and fresh parsley (optional)</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i><br />
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</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i>Preheat oven to 350°C. Process all ingredients for the crust in a food processor. Grease pie plate. Press mixture into pie plate. Bake the crust for about 30 minutes or until sides start to become a little brown. Remove from oven. </i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i>Line crust with spinach. Add other chopped veggies and fresh herbs. </i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><i><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA">When I became pregnant I fully understood that sleep deprivation came with the job of having children. What I wasn’t fully prepared for was how long the sleep deprivation would last!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA">For most women it starts during pregnancy. The frequent trips to the bathroom, the feeling of discomfort, and later on, having to wake and literally pick up the belly to change positions. Then the baby arrives and there are the constant feedings and the irregular sleep patterns. Then, the first night that your sweet angel finally manages a full night of sleep, overjoyed you impulsively declare that you are ready for another! And, so begins another cycle of sleepless nights. Skip ahead a couple of years and sleep deprivation becomes permanent state of being! You learn to function with a chronic case of mommy brain. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA">But, then some nights are just bad. For me last night was a capital B.A.D. As per usual, I woke up in the middle of the night when I heard Keegan’s little cat cry for a feeding. Thirty minutes later, I stumble back to bed and just as my head hit the pillow I hear Jake calling me because he had just woken from a bad dream. I poke my husband to go console his eldest and let me get a little shut eye, but he roles over and starts snoring in defiance.(I am amazed at how he can still manage to piss me off even when he’s sleeping). So, I trudge back to the kid’s room and lay down with Jake until he falls back asleep. Thirty minutes later, I stumble back to bed again and just as my head hits the pillow, I hear Keegan cooing. When I look in his crib, he is wide-eyed and smirking (yes, at 2:00am smiles become smirks). I bring him to bed with me so that he doesn’t wake his brother. One hour later, Keegan is asleep. I gently place him back in his crib and head back to bed. It’s now 3:00am and both kids are sound asleep, but now I’m wide awake. I do manage to fall back asleep, but what seems like 5 minutes Jake is jumping on me telling me to “wake up mommy.” I pull myself out of bed and grudgingly make a B-line for the coffee maker. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA">To my fellow mommies, I would like to apologize. I have found no real immediate remedy to the situation. Symptoms should diminish as children age (or, so I hear). If symptoms do persist or get worse, I suggest that you consult a health professional – my suggestion: massage therapist or spa technician. </span></div>Steffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11936106795845415124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086693646235341007.post-2131571861046917692010-09-24T16:54:00.000-07:002010-09-24T16:54:12.420-07:00Day 8 - Tea Cakes Please!<div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">I’m no masterchef. I’m not even a person that enjoys cooking that much. But, I do end up cooking quite a bit because I don’t like pre-prepared food and I like to know exactly what goes into what I’m feeding my family. I try as much as possible not to use things like refined sugar, butter and white flour. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">Here is a great recipe I found (and modified slightly) in the <em>Alive </em>magazine for tea cakes! </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><em>2 ¼ cup almond flour</em></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><em>¾ cup kamut or spelt flour</em></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><em>½ cup honey</em></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><em>1 ½ tps baking powder</em></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><em>½ cup applesauce</em></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><em>3 Tbsp coconut oil (replaces butter)</em></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><em>6 egg whites</em></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><em>1 tsp vanilla</em></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><em>Dollop of blueberry jam on top</em></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm a big believer in not rushing the introduction of solid food (unless otherwise indicated by a health professional, of course). My first, Jake, was in no hurry to start eating. He was definitely a boob man and didn't understand why he would ever need anything else other than fresh warm milk from the milk bar. Feeding him was such a mess and most of what when in the mouth was spit right out again. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Little Keegan on the other hand has been closely eyeing my food for the past couple of weeks. I caught him on a number of occasion watching me eating intently. His gaze would follow my every move, and as I would take a bite, he would open his mouth and mimic my chewing (you get the picture). This past week I let him play with a soft tip spoon to prepare him for this momentous milestone in his precious little life. He popped the spoon in his mouth as if he new exactly what its purpose was. So it was no surprise that he was a real champ from the very first bite. What was surprising, however, is how ravenous he was! He loved it! He grabbed my hand and shoved the spoon in his mouth as if to say "Not fast enough mommy! I want more, more, more!" And, I was so proud! </div><div style="text-align: center;"></div> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yummy! Yummy!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So hungry! Give me that spoon!</td></tr>
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</tbody></table>Steffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11936106795845415124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086693646235341007.post-80489486511459231652010-09-22T10:28:00.000-07:002010-09-22T10:28:58.180-07:00Day 6 - The Laundry Pile<div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">Help! I’m drowning in laundry! I really don’t know if it’s just me, but my laundry pile is like a pesky weed that, as soon as I think that I’ve got it all eliminated, another pile sprouts up somewhere else! Today, I’ve got a major overgrowth! I mean the process extermination process should be easy enough. Step 1 – launder clothes. Step 2- fold clothes. Step 3 – put away clothes, Step 4 – repeat. But, as usual, the dirty laundry has been coming in faster than I can process it and there seems to be a system breakdown at Step 3 and 4. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now, I’m surrounded by piles and piles of unfolded laundry! I’m officially desperate and discouraged (tempted roll into the foetal position and cower in the corner of the laundry room)! Raising the white flag! SOS! I give up! Send in the reinforcements. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuTpem5cX0MJufDuyDqvPFs9c1nNWFjzzHY8anG8ZFgGJG7eygD5rsXhzrDXN1EXTDQ-CPdeY0Zt_EbtXQ5by4Rlch1WZT8qOmRk2T4jZHj-4v3vIjQeMrVanFnJ-D3kleKKfMcV1GYxI/s1600/Launry+Pile+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="290" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuTpem5cX0MJufDuyDqvPFs9c1nNWFjzzHY8anG8ZFgGJG7eygD5rsXhzrDXN1EXTDQ-CPdeY0Zt_EbtXQ5by4Rlch1WZT8qOmRk2T4jZHj-4v3vIjQeMrVanFnJ-D3kleKKfMcV1GYxI/s400/Launry+Pile+007.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Steffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11936106795845415124noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086693646235341007.post-52365956784597855882010-09-21T14:23:00.000-07:002010-09-24T16:14:04.677-07:00Day 5 - A Mom's Rant About Mainstream Media and Consumerist Society! (This is not my post-grad thesis)<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">Is anyone else tired of the confusing mixed messages that the media is putting out there? I mean, you just to turn on the TV or the Internet and the headlines spew out a plethora warnings for parents. Not to mention the constant advertisements pushing parents to buy the latest, must have gadgets, the hottest and most convenient products, and the most-up-to-the-minute way to protect your kids from just about anything. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">We listen to them blindly, but then a couple of weeks, months or years down the road we find out that the products we bought were recalled for safety reasons or that they contained a potential toxic chemical. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">The research is all totally contradictory. I’m all for keeping informed, but in this 24/7 news environment it seems that the research comes out before it is actually proven. I mean would it be possible to facts straight before your scare the bejeezus out of me? It’s one thing to be scared, but do I really need to be scared and not know what to do, or who to listen to!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For example, one day they warn us about the hazards of the sun and say: “Protect your kids! Make them wear sunscreen!” The next they say, “Sunscreens are dangerous and may contain harmful chemicals.” Or, they tell you: “Juice is good! It’s made with real fruit!” Then you find out that the sugar added to juices may be contributing the onset of diabetes. And, don’t even get me started on the H1N1 situation! To vaccinate or not to vaccinate…that is indeed a great question!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">Well, thank you mainstream media for turning me into a seriously paranoid, stress case. So, WHAT THE HECK IS MOMMY TO DO? Go with her gut and hope she makes the right choice? I really don’t like that option.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">Here’s one experts solution - read the labels of everything! Everything, meaning: medication, food, personal hygiene products, household product and toys. And, avoid anything that contains the following: preservatives, artificial flavours, artificial colors, artificial sugars, and modified anything. In general, avoid anything you can’t pronounce, spell or need some sort of degree in chemical engineering to understand. Also, avoid anything that’s been overly processed and anything that has too many ingredients. In short, buy things that are as close to their original state as possible. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">Although, I admit that I have spent hours at the grocery store reading and comparing labels and humming and hawing over the pro’s and con’s of various products. Most mom's, including me, have little time to do so. And, it's practically impossible when you have whining kids hanging off of you, shoving random goodies in the cart, and incessantly asking: "Mommy! Can you get me this? Can you get us that?" My personal modus operandi is: "Get in and get out as quickly as possible!" <br />
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Well, have no fear fellow paranoid mommies! I have found an incredible resource that will save a lot of worried days and sleepless nights, not to mention time at the grocery store. I would like to introduce you to the GOOD GUIDE, an online review guide that rates products based on their safety and environmental impact. Basically, this site is shortcut that has done the label reading for you! </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">Hope you enjoy! (…you can thank me later!)</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><a href="http://www.goodguide.com/">http://www.goodguide.com/</a></div>Steffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11936106795845415124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086693646235341007.post-82950614032511098892010-09-20T10:54:00.000-07:002010-09-21T14:24:55.725-07:00Day 4 - Fall Camping 101<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">What an amazing time we had in the <place w:st="on">Adirondack Mountains</place>. I’m so excited that we followed through on the plans because the weekend was a complete success. The days were sunny, the fall colors were out, and the scenery was spectacular. Not to mention that the company was pretty terrific too! In total we were four families, eight adults, seven children, and two babies. You would think that with so many kids that we would have some sort of minor incident to speak of. But, everything went smoothly. We even survived an almost below freezing night! The key was to be prepared! </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">And, we were all very prepared! All four families arrived at the campsite with their SUV’s filled to the brim with clothes, food and camping gear! We were all joking that we probably brought too much. But, as we were leaving the campsite, the were coolers empty, not one piece of clean clothes left in the bags, and all the sleeping bags and blankets packed, we were all glad we had brought so much. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">So, here is my list of <strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">MUST DO, BRING, CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT ITEMS</span></strong> on a fall camping trip with small children.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><strong><span style="background-color: #d0e0e3; color: #0b5394;">MUST DO AND BRING:</span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">1) Lots of clothes: Remember to bring lots and lots of changes of clothes. Between playing by a lake, hiking a muddy mountain, and a sandpit by the washrooms, all the kids had many opportunities to get really dirty! </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">2) Lots of layers: With temperatures that ranged from freezing to 20 degrees, it’s best to layer on the clothes and simply peel them off as the temperature gets warmer. My kids had a base layers, fleece joggers, and then a warm shell jacket (and in the case of the baby a fleece bunting bag). </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">3) Warm accessories: Bring hats, gloves and warm socks to keep their little extremities protected from the cold. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">3) Lots of warm blankets: Warm blankets (fleece or wool) are a good idea whether it’s to stay warm by the campfire or as an extra layer while sleeping in the tents. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">Ø<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span></span>Hook on High Chair – These <a href="http://www.toysrus.com/product/index.jsp?productId=2265745"><span id="goog_25099539"></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;">chairs<span id="goog_25099540"></span></span></a> make great portable high chairs and keep babies off the ground.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">Ø<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span></span>Baby Carrier – The mommies and babies (5 months and 9 months old) went for a hike up <placetype w:st="on">Mount</placetype> <placename w:st="on">Cascade</placename> and <place w:st="on"><placetype w:st="on">Mount</placetype> <placename w:st="on">Porter</placename></place> (over 4000 feet and 7 hours total). Anything is possible with a good baby carrier. For a baby that can sit up, I would suggest a real hiking backpack. For those with smaller babies or for those that don’t want to invest in a hiking backpack, I love the <a href="http://www.ergobabycarrier.com/"><span style="background-color: #d0e0e3; color: #3d85c6;">Ergo Baby Carrier</span></a>. The baby can sit on your front or your back and the design and straps are really comfy. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">Ø<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span></span>Fleece: My kiddies spent most of their weekend wearing fleece from <a href="http://www.mec.ca/Products/product_main_kids.jsp?FOLDER%3C%3Efolder_id=1408474395892021"><span style="background-color: #d0e0e3; color: #3d85c6;">MEC</span></a>. I love their stuff for the outdoors because it’s inexpensive and it’s durable, so can be handed down from kid to kid. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">Ø<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span></span>Sleeping Bag: I would invest in a warm sleeping bag. MEC makes a great <a href="http://www.mec.ca/Products/product_detail.jsp?PRODUCT%3C%3Eprd_id=845524442624488&FOLDER%3C%3Efolder_id=2534374302735357"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">mummy sleeping</span></a> bag for kids. As for the baby, I simply used a <a href="http://www.columbiasportswear.ca/Bugababy-Interchange-Bunting/SN7762,default,pd.html"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">bunting snowsuit</span></a>. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18pt;">Here are some of the trip highlights!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fun times in the wet sandpit by the washrooms!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eating and relaxing by the fire! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">Priceless photo ops!</td></tr>
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</tbody></table>Steffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11936106795845415124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086693646235341007.post-9518327124816679632010-09-16T13:18:00.000-07:002010-09-16T13:25:57.145-07:00Day 3 – Going Camping<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">Tomorrow we leave for a camping trip in the <place w:st="on">Adirondacks</place> with the boys. When I was planning this particular camping trip, I was very excited. What a fantastic idea for family bonding and adventure (…images of roasting marshmallows by the campfire and hiking in the fresh air). I mean, my husband and I are pretty outdoorsy and adventurous and we always said we wanted to pass on these excellent traits to our sons. Ok! So what if my oldest is two and my youngest is only five months old...don’t they say it’s never too early to start?? </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">Now, did I mention that the weatherman in <place w:st="on">Lake Placid</place> is calling for sun, rain and clouds, warm and cold weather, and everything in between? So, what am I supposed to pack for my babies on this wilderness adventure? Shorts and mittens?? On top of that, we have to bring a change of clothes in case of spit ups, spills, and potty training accidents! <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Needless to say that as I sit here, surrounded by a huge stack of camping gear, baby gear, snow suits, rain suits, warm weather clothes and all the fleece that I could pull out of the kids drawers, I am feeling a little overwhelmed. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">So, little red flags are raised and that annoying voice inside my head is thinking “What are you doing? Why are you bringing a two year old and 5 month old camping in the WILD? Are you nuts??” </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">My reasoning: </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">1) Before we had kids, my husband and I were avid campers! Alright, alright…good enough campers! </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">2) I’m not an expert on many things, but I am somewhat of an expert on travelling with small children. At two years old, the oldest has more stamps on his passport than many people get in a life time. We’ve trekked him all over Europe, <country-region w:st="on">Mexico</country-region>, <country-region w:st="on">New Zealand</country-region>, and pretty much all across <country-region w:st="on"><place w:st="on">Canada</place></country-region>. So, if we can travel up to 26 hours with one toddler in a crowded, confined plane, we can certainly handle 48 hours in the wilderness with that same toddler and an additional baby.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">3) For occasional camper, we’re well equipped! We’ve got the below 30 sleeping bags, the tent that could survive Mount Everest’s base camp and a stove burner that could be lit in a hurricane. (My hubby, although never having been in the Scouts, likes to Be Prepared!)</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">So, why shouldn’t we go? Oh, let’s see…</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">1) The images that keep creeping into my head of my babies wet, eating dirt from the ground, being eaten by bugs, and with the onset of hypothermia. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">2) And, this huge pile of clothes, diapers, toys and baby gear that doesn’t seem to fit into any camping knapsack I own…</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">Putting all worrying aside, which is what all mommies do best, let’s try to be positive. This will be quite an adventure filled with lots of great stories and learning experiences. At best, we have loads of fun, and at worst, we hop back in the car and make a B line for the closest motel.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">Oh! And, one last question. Is it acceptable camping etiquette to bring a travel suitcase? Would that be really wrong? Because it’s the only thing that will house all of stuff I have to bring…</div>Steffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11936106795845415124noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086693646235341007.post-4087985170232312142010-09-15T09:09:00.000-07:002010-09-16T13:24:16.962-07:00Day 2 – Project 20 minutes for 21 days<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"></div>A wise mother once said (the wise mother being my mom); in order to ensure that you have a successful day you <u>MUST DO</u> the following: <br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">1)<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span>Do one thing for the house (including, but not limited to any house cleaning, repairing, maintenance, and organization. <em>Note: ensuring that the cleaning lady has the key to get into your house does not count.</em>)</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">2)<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span>Do one thing for your family (including, but not limited to cooking a nice meal, a family outing to a movie or museum, a sporting activity, getting down and dirty and playing with your kids, or simply a 15 minute cuddle session on the couch. <em>Note: the proverbial “bringing home the bacon to feed the family” does not count.</em>)</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">3)<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"> </span></span>Do one thing for yourself (including, but not limited to at least 20 minutes of things like yoga, exercise, meditation, book reading or internet surfing. Anything spa related, such as pedicures, manicure, massage, etc. <em>Note: managing to quickly hop into the shower, actually shave, and slap on some deodorant does not count</em>.)</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">Now, while these guidelines may seem easy enough (heck, most moms do items 1 and 2 before sitting down for breakfast), item 3 seems to be a bit more tricky. After all, it’s hard to ignore screaming children, the stack of dishes on the kitchen counter and the out of control laundry pile. But, as the saying goes, you can’t take care of anyone unless you take care of yourself first!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">So, in order to ensure I do something for me and that each day is a complete success, I am henceforth beginning <strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">Project 21 minutes for 21 days</span></strong>. If you haven’t guessed already I’m going to do 21 minutes of exercise for 21 days (I know, totally original). You might be asking, why 21 minutes? Because health experts say that you should do at least 20 minutes of exercise a day and who am I to argue with the experts. Also, I’m an overachiever…so 21 minutes it is! And, why 21 days? Well, research shows that it takes at least 21 days to form a habit. I’m hoping that by the end of 21 days I will be totally addicted!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">Stay tunned…</div>Steffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11936106795845415124noreply@blogger.com0