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Learning to Fend for Yourself

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They were laughing, he was running.

They chased him around and around and it really looked like fun.

But it didn’t stop.

Are you having fun with these boys?

No. They keep chasing me. They’re being mean.

Oh dear. Tell them to stop. Tell them you don’t like this game.

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When TV Doesn’t Work

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I look up from the computer.

Okay, you’re sitting too close. Move, I said.

That is way too loud. Your sister is trying to sleep.

You can have some volume, you know. No, that’s too loud.

Yes, you can have chocolate. Yes, you can eat in the living room. Yes, you can watch another show.

Not so close, I said!

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Public Breastfeeding: Sex, Breasts, and Facebook

My mother breastfed all four of her children. And her mother before her, and so on. I am incredibly fortunate to have an unbroken tradition of breastfeeding in my family; and the support and understanding that comes with that tradition. Why, then, am I the first woman in my family to feel comfortable feeding my baby in public? To feed my baby at a cafe or a mall, on a bench or on some steps — wherever I am when my baby is hungry? Why did my mother duck into public bathroom stalls (can you imagine?!?) to breastfeed her babies? And what has happened since?

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Baby Holding

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She was so tiny as a newborn.

Her big brother sat up in the arm chair with a nursing pillow across his lap

And he held his baby sister and he was so much bigger and she was still so tiny.

Now, six months later, she slings one leg over his and leans into the arm of the couch.

She is robust, she is sturdy, she can hold her own.

And he is still the same.

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Does Crawling Matter?

Learning to crawl. I love this. L’il I flips over onto her front just as soon as she hits the ground. She lifts her head up high and reaches out toward a toy or some piece of junk that Young C’s hauled out of who-knows-where and left on the ground. She reaches and squirms and wriggles herself just a little bit closer. She starts screeching with frustration before long, I know, but her stamina is improving.

Young C never did this. He rarely rolled over and hardly played on his front at all. I do remember him sliding backward quite a distance over ceramic tiles once or twice, but he never did get the hang of moving forward on all fours. He was always focused on lifting his head up while on his back and trying to do little baby sit-ups. (Until he finally succeeded in rolling from his first sit-up into a somersault off the bed. But that’s another story.) He would insist on being pulled into a sitting position and did eventually develop a half-crawl, half-walk scoot move that would propel him a couple of feet toward a stray toy.

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Direction

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“Hey, Mom? Has anybody seen a street called Mortimer?”

We just drove up Pottery Rd and are pulling across Broadview onto Mortimer. We haven’t been here for months.

“Yes, you’re right! This is Mortimer.”

This three-year-old can give you better directions than most thirty-year-olds. Direction is important in life.

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Shhh! Concerts For Kids by the Toronto Symphony Orchestra

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Last Saturday Young C and I took our first solo trip (without L’il I). We took one bus and two subways all the way downtown to Roy Thompson Hall to go see a symphony concert. It was his first symphony and mine (I’m pretty sure). The Toronto Symphony Orchestra (TSO) schedules a handful of concerts aimed at children aged 5 through 12 each season as part of their Concerts for Young People Series. Even though Young C is only just 3, he is really way into music, and we were offered a complementary pair of seats at the last concert of this season, so I decided to check it out anyway. (This particular concert was also the only one performed by the Toronto Symphony Youth Orchestra in place of the TSO.)

I knew that the half hour before the concert would feature intimate pre-concert performances in the lobby, and planned to arrive in plenty of time. A truly amazing sequence of slips, spills, and falls just as we were getting ready to leave set us back, of course. (You can never allot too much time for travel with kids. Never.) We did see the last five minutes of an Africa-inspired drum performance that Young C absolutely loved. We then found our seats as I reminded him again that he really needed to be on his best behaviour. Sit still and listen to the music, this is the symphony.

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Head Gear

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This is called the Thudguard and it’s really for sale. No joke.

Ever said, I should put a helmet on that kid? Of course. Ever really meant it? Of course not.

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Super Supper

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It’s all in the sales pitch:

My three-year-old gets macaroni and cheese for dinner. My husband gets whole wheat penne, sauteed red onion, and crisp broccoli florets tossed in a creamy old-cheddar-spiked bechamel. Either way, it’s dinner in under half an hour.

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Cleaning House, Somebody’s Gotta Do It

Yes, my home is a mess. And I don’t just mean that I have a couple books lying out and the laundry still to be folded. It’s a real disaster. Now, nobody has ever accused me of being a particularly stringent housekeeper to begin with. Nobody has ever had to plead with me to just let something go and nobody has ever, ever made any claims about eating off my floor. I’ll even admit that we have lived in states of squalor worse than this back in our newly-wed days if only because we could all but abandon our apartment and only come home to shower and sleep. This may be the worst it’s been, however, since the children have arrived and since I’ve had to really live in my home.