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Well, it would seem I am no longer good at this blogging thing. Even though no one ever comments on my blog, I’ve had more than a few real-life remarks about the fact that I have not blogged since April. Apparently, someone was reading this all along!

The reason I have been post-free for awhile now is simple and obvious – I went back to work. And, being back at work with 2 little kids is way different than being back at work with one little kid. I just seemed to have a little more time before, certainly not lots, but enough for a few superfluous things in life. Now, I really struggle to find the time to blog (and shave my legs and read and watch movies and chat on the phone!). For one, I’m at work 3 or more days/week. Second, the kids never nap at the same time anymore on the days that I am at home (on the one hand, life is more manageable when you are down to one kid for some of the day because the other one is napping, but on the other hand there is never really a “kid-free moment”). Third, we’ve had other things going on, too, like soccer nights, visiting friends, visiting family, the occasional mini-trip, a weekend of solo-parenting, etc. which has kind of meant that the blog was the first thing to go on the chopping block.

I keep intending to blog, but I have to admit that given the choice between sitting on the patio with a Strongbow and the newspaper and blogging, well the former wins. I guess I am not a true, ardent mommy-blogger.

The other big contributing factor to my bloglessness is Twitter. Yes, shameful as it is, I tweeted a tweet and I liked it. You can enjoy my twitt[er]ing here. I seem to be able to find the time to "micro-blog" under 140 characters at a time. I really enjoy other people’s tweets, too. It’s astounding really – I never thought it was for me and thought it was just as ridiculous as could be. However, I find it quite entertaining and informative and fun.

So, if you miss my blog posts why not try my equally self-centred and pointless tweets? Who know, maybe you’ll join too? In the meantime, I will try to come up with some real blog posts on:

• the unbaptised state of child no. 2


• daycare redux


• "All I ever need to learn, I learned at preschool soccer"


• motherhood turning me into a complete book-sissy


and, last, but certainly not least


• second dog vs. third child – which would be the most stupid choice?

Til then!

Snow falling on (stunted) cedar

Is this is a cedar, i don't know?! The point is that this is what my fair city looks like on April 27th:


For reals!

sigh.

sigh of relief

It took a bit of detective work, but apparently when my son says,

"Let's get neutered!"

He is really saying,

"Let's get lunar"

Similarly, his nattering about "Barbie's vagina,"

actually refers to some commercial about winning a trip to see Barbie in Shanghai, China.

Um, does our kid maybe watch too much TV?



Image source: http://feministing.com/imageStorage/barbie+necklace.bmp

'Cause you know what they say, fake plastic Barbie boob are a girl's best friend.

Lifelong learning, y’all

What I’ve learned since you last checked in with me:

• Travelling with kids is really freakin’ tough



• Travelling with kids makes you appreciate home



• Travelling with kids makes you appreciate “just okay”



• A vacation with kids forces you to enjoy the small and simple things . . . like sunshine or the hotel’s swimming pool. This is actually a blessing.



• Adults with the flu are really not much better at coping with it than kids are. Perhaps even worse!



• I have finally become OK with the fact that I WANT and NEED to work part-time even though we don’t need me to work. . .



• Because me being at work makes me a better and happier mom and a better and happier person. I need that “me” thing, “selfish” or not! I’ve kind of shifted my thinking on this and it is liberating. I don’t feel “bad” anymore about choosing to work three days/week.



• But . . . the mom guilt about daycare is NOT easier the second time around. L.E. adjusting to daycare (and me adjusting to her being in daycare) is just as hard and stressful the second time around. This too shall pass and it will be ok.
• My wee baby turning one has me equally considering not having any more children and wildly, crazily going for three in a year or two.

How zenlike is this post??

I’ve also learned:

• how to Twitter, kind of


• that Bob Geldof was in the Boomtown Rats (how did I not know this?)


• what the song “I Don’t Like Mondays” is really about


• that the octo-mom was a stripper

What can I say? I love to learn!

the attention span of (the mother of) a three year old

There are a million things I could blog about and yet I don’t.

Why? Because I am easily distracted.

I have been back at work since March 31st. It takes up quite a bit of time, but not quite as much time as I spend obsessing over my wee baby being in and adjusting to daycare. I should be blogging about the back to work transition and the whole work-life balance thing, shouldn’t I?

Prior to going back to work we took a little family vacation . . . that was a disaster. Half of us had the flu there, half of us waited til we returned home. I should really blog about that, too, seeing as how so much exciting stuff happened on our trip such as my baby PUKING ON THE AIRPLANE. Ah, but I digress from my list of distractions.

I sincerely hope to blog once more about all my fascinating parenting adventures, but sometimes life gets in the way. Life and asinine things like Twittter.

this just in

Rod Blagojevich's hair

has fled to Canada

Isn't the hair resemblance uncanny?

Anyway, no blog posts lately because life has become very busy . . . we had a family vacation that nearly killed us and I returned to work this week. Perhaps I will blog about it all, one day, after I have caught up on sleep and the house and the kids. Oh yeah, and my baby's first birthday party is this weekend. Hard to believe! Whee . . . busy, busy, busy.

Mom of the year

I was in Chapters the other day and because I was by myself (gasp!) I was able to leisurely browse around. I was looking at the stationery and photo albums and so on and there was this adorable little photo album with a frame on the cover and the words “mom of the year.” Kind of cheesy, but also very cute!

So it got me thinking about “mom of the year” and the idea of just what kinds of things moms do to be up for the title of “mom of the year.” The “small” things that this story refers to or the big things like how one of my closest friends is very deftly and delicately managing the sudden departure of her nanny and the subsequent “daycare transition” in a really amazing way.

I am nominating my sister-in-law for “Mom of the year!” Her daughter recently came up with the idea of bringing to real life an imaginary stuffed animal friend. My sister-in-law (with the help of grandma) facilitated bringing this creature to life as per her three-year-old daughter’s very precise (and convoluted) instructions. She didn’t have to do this, didn’t have to go to Fabricland or wherever, didn’t have to let the child draw out this creature so they could come up with a sewing pattern. She didn’t have to do any of it – I’m sure she could have just gotten away with “That’s so interesting and nice, dear. That sounds like a very interesting creature. Let's colour a picture of it.” She didn’t have to, but did anyway and it’s all these kinds of small, fun, attentive things - and, of course, the big things - that culminate in the creation of “mom of the year.”

Here is “Heta.” S/he would love to hear your “mom of the year” stories!