Category Archives: parenting

The Things We Do

All of us do things for our kids that we would never normally do. It’s to keep them happy, to keep them quiet, to keep them calm, and to keep them from killing each other. These things range from allowing the family pet on the bed all night when they’re usually not allowed or letting…

The Mustard on my Shirt

Before having a child I remember going to friends houses who had children and having a look around and thinking, why is there art stuck to the bottom of the cabinets? How come there’s a Barbie in the sink in the bathroom that they haven’t moved? Why don’t they change their living room around it…

Dr. Dad vs Dr. Mom

We’ve been at this parenting thing for 4 1/2 years. We’ve seen some gross things, gone through some embarrassing moments, endured heartbreak, and redirected, redirected, redirected. We sometimes give ourselves a pat on the back for our parenting style and then we walk into a bedroom with a multi coloured carpet created by lip gloss….

Because, Love… even when there’s Barf.

I’m laying on my daughters single bed with her while she lays with her head at my feet and jams her toes in my butt. Bedtime is my least favourite time of day. It was going good for a couple of months and then Christmas holidays arrived and she got an ear infection which changed…

Is it January yet?

This week we’ve been getting reports of our little miss not listening in class or at her after school program. At first I was all NO SHE DI’INT. And then I had a look around at the stores, the snow, the decorations, the tree in our living room, the Elf on the shelf, and remembered…

Better than Christmas

The streets were glowing with the light reflecting off of them as the rain drizzled down, threatening to end what had been deemed, in our house, the most exciting day of the year. She told me it was more exciting than Christmas. We’ll see when Christmas comes. I was woken that morning at 5:30 am with…

Funny Face Cranberries

Every night, after dinner, I empty the same princess lunch pail, the same purple, green, and pink containers, and pack the same lunch for my daughter for school the next day. I try to pack something interesting for her but I also have to think of nutrition, children with allergies, packaging, and her likes and…

No One Wanted To Play With Me

We sat together in the big brown rocking chair, like we always do after school, and talked about her day. Her legs hung over mine, longer than they’ve ever been, reminding me of her growth and the way time flies. Every answer was “I forget” and “I don’t know” unless she was asked a specific…

Why Are You Staring?

I remember sitting cross-legged on the couch and watching TV, in the zone, and feeling eyes on me. Why did she stare at me so much? “WHAT?” “Nothing, I just like looking at you.” Weird, I thought, why did my mother look at me so much, so annoying. Doesn’t she have somewhere else to be?…