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Moms are the new sexy and I’m happy as hell about it

Who me? I’ll be digging past the worn out granny panties I’ve been living in for the last several years and rummaging around for the one last thong at the bottom of my underwear drawer. Then Imma shave my legs and put on some heels. Then I guess I’ll find a clean dress that fits, an actual pair of matching earrings … do my hair … put on some makeup …

Okay, but I could! Because moms are the new sexy. You heard it here first.

It’s not that women who happen to be mothers are more sexy than other women who happen to not have any children; it’s that they’re in the running. Of course, this year they also happen to be winning.
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Penelope Cruz was just named Esquire magazine’s sexiest woman alive for 2014. She also happens to be a 40-year-old mother of two,  as every damn story about this makes sure to point out in the first paragraph. But somehow Brad Pitt, sexy leading man despite being a father of six, never seems to comes up. Of course mothers can be celebrity sex symbols. Mothers can also be senators, CEOs and fighter pilots and it does drive me crazy when a woman’s professional accomplishments are trumped by the fact of her motherhood. This Telegraph headline from earlier this year comes to mind.

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Altogether now, I’ve got too much damn stuff!

Altogether now, I've got too much stuff!

Stuff.

Stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff.

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I am drowning in stuff. Or, rather, it more like being buried alive. I live in a cocoon made of stuff and filled with more stuff. I can still breathe through all this stuff but it is chipping away at my sanity at an increasingly alarming rate.

Before I left my parents’ home, everything I really cared about fit nicely in a mid-sized bedroom with a standard closet. I then lived in a 500-square-foot bachelor apartment with one closet and room to freaking spare.

Then I got engaged and my fiancé came with half a decade’s worth of kitchen gear, assorted furnishings and boxes and boxes of stuff.

Then I got married. Oh, the stuff we got from that. Towels and linens and cookware, oh my. Glasses and dishes and platters galore. We moved apartments every couple years and shed hundreds of pounds of stuff along the way. It was quickly replaced by new stuff. I looked around at my life and thought, “How did I get all this stuff?”

Next came the kids.

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Let’s do this thing

I am thrilled to be one of the blog ambassadors for this year’s Canadian Breast Cancer Foundation CIBC Run For The Cure. My daughter and I will be running the 1K in Toronto on October 5. You can donate to support our team here.

Okay, the pressure is on. We are down to the wire. The clock is winding down. There’s no time to spare. Do you catch my drift?

The CIBC Run For the Cure is THIS SUNDAY.

Here is where I had planned to be in terms of fundraising at this point:

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That kind of morning

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“I can’t be the only one who does everything around here!”

That was me screaming at no one in particular and everyone at once.

Apparently there was some weird and beautiful light this morning. I missed it because I was too busy yelling at my family.

It all started yesterday. Sometimes when my life is balanced on a teetering tower of Jenga blocks, I know it’s all my fault. At least I’m game to take the blame. I’m disorganized. I’m bad at time management. Maybe I decided to watch TV rather than make lunches and pick up toys all evening. The house is generally a disaster which can probably be tracked back to me somehow or other. I mean, sure, sometimes I will spend several hours cleaning and organizing the playroom, say, only to have the kids trash it before the day is over. And I don’t mean they left their toys out. I mean it looks like they drank a twenty-sixer of tequila, rocked out to a full house at the ACC and then came home to party out the remainder of a cocaine binge in the basement playroom. Only it looks a little worse than that.

But yesterday, man, I thought I was doing all right. I thought I’d done as good a job as I can ever reasonably be expected to do on a regular basis given the constraints of my very humanity. I helped two kids with their homework while entertaining a three-year-old, responding to email and cooking dinner. I then oversaw piano practice, creative play and read stories.

Next, since my husband still wasn’t home — shocker — I corralled everybody upstairs and into their pajamas. We brushed teeth, read stories, sang songs and little tots were carried back to bed a half dozen times.

Then (with the help of my husband who finally came home) I cleaned the kitchen and read all of three pages in a book before crashing for the night.

Not bad, Rebecca. It may have taken eight years, but you have finally got this day-to-day parenting stuff down.

Then somehow (while packing lunch and overseeing breakfast and orchestrating shoes into backpacks and rain boots on because it looks like rain and weren’t you supposed to leave those shoes at school anyway?) things started to unravel. Remember, I hadn’t yet had any coffee.

“Your math book, Colum. Where’s your math book?”

“No, the book we had as I sat at the dining room table last night and made sure you finished your work.”

“Where did it go?”

“Didn’t I TELL YOU to put it straight into your backpack?!”

Meanwhile my husband who has never in his life laid eyes on this math book is searching under stacks of paper where it could not possibly be. And I am doing my best to blame him for the fact that I am the only person in the house who has any knowledge of where anything goes or how anything works (which is only partially true, probably). It’s completely unfair for me to blame someone who is working out of the house five or more days a weeks for not knowing that I bought these items for school lunches which go in these containers that are half in the dishwasher and half in this drawer here because I reorganized again. And Colum’s school pants are in the dryer and Irene will just have to wear Mary’s socks today because I haven’t had a chance to do her laundry. That’s Irene’s homework there, no it’s not library day today and, what? Are you for real asking me if there’s hockey practice tonight when it’s the one thing you’re in charge of?

It’s totally not fair for me to blame my husband for not knowing the things that only I can know but must I have to know them all at the same time as soon as I wake up in the morning and WHERE IN THE HELL IS THAT MATH BOOK!?

Well, it’s gone. Might as well take that kid off the math and science track now. I spent a full 40 minutes AFTER they’d left for school looking for the damn workbook and I have no idea where it could have gone on the trip between the dining room table and his backpack at the back door, but I can only assume that we’ll never find it.

Luckily he’s good with languages.

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Can we stop pretending that kids need more tech?

How much tech is enough

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“As a parent, I really resent anything that drives my kids to a computer,” I said. I was participating in a hypothetical group exercise at a social media/PR/marketing workshop a couple weeks ago. Our task was to create a media pitch for a charitable campaign. We were discussing the idea of incorporating a computer game or other digital element that would appeal to children.

This is a very popular idea, let me tell you. My inbox is flooded with pitches and press releases promoting apps, games, tech gadgets and online safety for kids. The summer reading program at the freaking public library had an optional online element, for crying out loud. “The kids want tech”, everybody cries. “And so they shall have it.”

Hold the eff up.

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The evolution of kiddie toothbrushing

A million thanks to Philips for sponsoring this post and finally putting some joy back into toothbrushing.

The evolution of kiddie toothbrushing

We brush our teeth at least twice a day every day of our lives and barely give it a second thought — until we become parents. Nobody told me about the toothbrushing fights. Nobody! It’s like a giant conspiracy of experienced parents who know they need to keep quiet or we’d all stop having babies altogether. It starts out innocently enough and then it gets real ugly, real fast.

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I’m raising money for breast cancer, but I’m running for me

I am thrilled to be one of the blog ambassadors for this year’s Canadian Breast Cancer Foundation CIBC Run For The Cure. My daughter and I will be running the 1K in Toronto on October 5. You can donate to support our team here.

All right! The Canadian Breast Cancer Foundation CIBC Run For the Cure is less than three weeks away. This is crunch time. This is when I tell you how all my training, exercise and general fitnessing is paying off. I should be bragging that I’m in peak physical condition and ready to run 5Ks in my sleep!

So. Um.

Er.

You see, the thing is that I had actually for real been doing a fantastic job on the fitness front all last winter. It’s mind-blowing, really, how good I was. Twice a week through the winter, I ran on a treadmill, and then outside on city streets as soon as early spring hit. Plus (!) I was doing other strength and cardio workouts at home on top of that at least a couple times a week.

That I only managed to drop a couple pounds last winter is a great testament to just how much I love food.

But, regardless of weight loss, I felt great. I was regularly and (eventually) painlessly incorporating real heart-pounding, boob sweat-inducing exercise into my daily life. I felt strong and healthy and good.

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17 things to know about having a baby in Toronto

About to have a baby in Toronto? Here’s what you need to know.

1. Which subways STILL don’t have an elevator. 

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The TTC is working toward becoming completely accessible and is in the process of installing elevators in every subway station. This is a very, very, very long process and about half the stations are still without. We’re looking at you:  Islington, Royal York, Old Mill, Runnymede, High Park, Keele, Lansdowne, Ossington, Christie, Bay, Sherbourne,  Castle Frank, Chester, Donlands, Greenwood, Coxwell, Woodbine, Warden, <deep breath>, Wilson, Yorkdale, Glencairne, Dupont, Museum, St. Patrick, King, College, Wellesley, Rosedale, Summerhill and Lawrence. You don’t strictly need an elevator to get around with a baby in Toronto (and please do let those with more permanent accessibility obstacles have first dibs on elevators), but they do make life easier and it’s nice to know that you’re facing a three-story-high wall of stairs before you load up your stroller with a week’s worth of groceries. (Updated: Oct. 6, 2016. Check here for the most recent list.)

2. The city will freeze over. You’ll still need to get out of the house. Be prepared.

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It’s really, really, extremely easy to just stay home during the worst of the winter if you don’t have anywhere to be. This is especially true when you have to juggle feedings and diaper changes and enough gear to survive an antarctic expedition just to have coffee with a friend. So give yourself somewhere to be. Schedule coffee dates, drop-in programs, grocery shopping or whatever. Getting out of the house is probably the single best thing you can do for your own mental and emotional well being.


3. Get on all the lists as soon as possible.

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There are A LOT of people having babies in this town, but there are not always a lot of the things you want for your baby. If you think you might, possibly, maybe like a midwife, then pick up the phone and get on your local clinic’s waitlist as soon as you find out you’re pregnant. Really, your parents can wait to hear the news — and so can your partner. Then you’d better start working on securing your spot on the two-year-long waitlist for a daycare spot for your one-year-old!

4. Everything about your closest Ontario Early Years Centre.

17 things to know about having a baby in Toronto

The OEYC is a government-funded, completely FREE, community centre that offers both drop-in and registered programs for children from birth to six years old. Find out where your closest one is, download their calendar, commit their drop-in hours to memory and get over there as soon as possible. There are 23 centres in the City of Toronto alone. Tip: this will be a lifeline to sane, adult human interaction for you and that’s even more important than what the baby gets out of it.

5. Your local farmer’s market, organic grocer and health food store.

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So maybe you already know this. But even if you don’t because you don’t go in for that crunchy, hippie nonsense because you’re living on a budget and food from a standard supermarket is just fine, thankyouverymuch, wait for it. There’s nothing like motherhood to bring out your inner hippie and drive you to fill your freezer with homemade, locally grown, organic squash puree. Don’t think it won’t happen.

6. Where your breastfeeding support is at, yo.

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Breastfeeding is almost always hard at first and you want to know where to turn when sore nipples and a fussy baby conspire against you. Doctors, nurses, friends and family are all good for support. And sometimes you need to talk to as many people as possible before you find the advice that works for you. La Leche League Canada has groups all over the country (and 13 right here in Toronto!) for ongoing breastfeeding support and encouragement. And for especially difficult cases, the Newman Breastfeeding Clinic is one of the preeminent breastfeeding clinics in the country. It’s a good name to have in your back pocket.

7. These streets were made for walking.

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Leave the car behind because there’s nothing more therapeutic for both you and baby than to go out for epic, marathon walks as much as possible. Walk from the Junction, through High Park and right down to the lake and back. Stroll through Dufferin Grove and then along College St all the way to Kensington. Make the trek from Leslieville to the Beaches, I’m not even kidding. Rock your subdivision and shop your local strip mall in the burbs. You may never again have the chance to spend this much time checking out your city on foot. And your baby will SLEEP.

8. Love your library.

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I forgot about the library until I had kids. And then suddenly there I was again, once a week or more. It’s warm and friendly and filled with books and good memories. The TPL has free programs and story times for kids from birth on. We have so many branches, guys! They’ll transfer books from across the city for you. They have ebooks and movies to take out or stream and magazines and more.

9. Trains, subways and streetcars!

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Older babies and toddlers are all about the choo-choos. So talk about a score for them being a baby in Toronto. We’ve got rail lines full of freight cars and Go Trains crisscrossing all over this town. Plus we have streetcars and subways which totally count as trains. You might as well find your own train groove now because there’s really no escape.

10. We literally have hundreds of parks. The really good ones have people like you.

17 things to know about having a baby in Toronto

“This is the summer of parks,” I told my kids. “We’ll go to a new park every day!” We didn’t manage it, but we could have. Definitely check out the big destination parks like Centennial, Sunnybrook, the Scarborough bluffs, the Beaches, Dufferin Grove, High Park and so on. But the small park near your house is where your community will be. If you can connect with the other families, your park will be about so much more than the playground.

11. Going out of your way to find construction sites is a thing that will happen.

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What can I say? Tots love diggers almost as much as they love trains. Don’t worry. This too will pass.

12. The city will love you and your baby, but not at rush hour.

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If at all possible, do try to avoid travelling either by transit or car during rush hour with a small infant. It’s not fun for anybody, least of all your hungry/wet/tired newborn. I say this only because it’s so easy to forget rush hour even happens when your living on a spit up and poo routine. Also, worth noting: eating out is also much, much better if you can avoid the lunch and dinner rushes.

13. Skip the zoo or the aquarium for the first few months. We have more than enough squirrels and pigeons to go around.

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Babies and toddlers love them some random street critters. For serious. Dogs, cats, squirrels and even those blasted sea gulls will bring endless peels of laughter, smiles and points. Hold off on the rhino and sting rays until they’re a bit more jaded.

14. You can breastfeed anywhere in this city.

17 things to know about having a baby in TorontoPictured here, the multi-talented Laura of Cubits Organic Living

I never received so much as a dirty look in four and a half years of breastfeeding three different children all over this town. That’s not to say it doesn’t happen, but it’s pretty rare. Breastfeeding is fairly normalized in Toronto as a whole, so don’t be afraid of feeding your baby on the go.

15. Four months is too young to ride the Tilt-a-Whirl at the CNE.

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14 months is still too young. This one’s for the dads.

16. Baby-wearing is wonderful but in this town there’s a 76% chance of dripping tahini sauce onto your baby’s head.

17 things to know about having a baby in Toronto

Don’t worry. It wipes off.

17. Support your local businesses.

Toronto has a wealth of businesses and agencies that have products, services and resources that will help you through the first year and beyond. Big exhibits like The Baby Show happen seasonally and are a great place to be to find out who these are.

Oh, and follow my #kidsTO hashtag on Instagram for the latest. I’m here for you.

 

 

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5 easy ways to fundraise for the cure

5 easy ways to fundraise for the cure

I am thrilled to be one of the blog ambassadors for this year’s Canadian Breast Cancer Foundation CIBC Run For The Cure. My daughter and I will be running the 1K in Toronto on October 5, but first we have to fundraise! 

I know, I know, I know. You really believe in the cause. You totally get why the CIBC Run For the Cure is so super important. You’d even be game to get your run on and finally have a reason to start exercising again. But fundraising? Ugh.

That was me too. But, you know what? We’re just psyching ourselves out. It’s not that big a deal. The minimum fundraising commitment for the CIBC Run for the Cure is only $150 per participant. That’s like asking 15 people for ten bucks. Easy.

A few more easy ways to raise some cash money for breast cancer research, education and advocacy.

1. Baby and kids sale
Wait. Don’t sell your actual kids. Do sell all their old stuff. Declutter your house and fundraise all at the same time. I know. I’m a genius. And if you still have some get-up-and-go left over after dusting off the bouncy chair and boxes of wee sleepers, you could even organize a community sale. Open it up to donations of gently used baby and kid stuff from friends and neighbours and spread the word at local moms groups and drop-in centres.

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The four days of school (lunches)

The Four Days of School (Lunches)

So how did the first week of school go, you ask. How was the first week of lovingly and thoughtfully packed lunches for your middle child, the likes of which your first born has never seen? Could have gone better, I’d have to say.

Here, I wrote down a few lyrics about it. I really wanted to make this into a video, but it turns out that my only two skills are cracking inappropriate jokes and scoring free lunches. Sadly, neither of those skills is useful for producing a quality video. Nor will they help me learn how to carry a tune.

So, you’re on your own.