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A big birthday thank you to Sears Canada for sponsoring this post. Psst, this one’s also a giveaway.

Irene's First BirthdayI love first birthdays.

I love them because it’s such a huge milestone; your child has grown from a precious bundle of newborn joy to a bona fide toddler who is ready to take on the world. There are so many firsts to celebrate too. Baby’s first roll off of the bed, baby’s first fistful of hair yanked with the strength of ten thousand men, baby’s first choking scare and baby’s first clean sweep of a book shelf, for example. You survived them all!

But the very best thing about first birthdays is that you get one hundred per cent control about how to celebrate them. You think I’m kidding. But within a couple years, you’ll be busting out a bubble-gum pink Barbie cake or dodging Nerf bullets with a tray full of hot dogs despite yourself.  This is the year, man. You can celebrate with a few close friends and bake an organic, sugar-free cake and serve, I don’t know, sushi, smoked salmon, wonderfully spicy Indian food or something. Or you can invite everyone you know and buy the chocolatiest of chocolate cakes and do it up with pizza and beer and lots of it. It doesn’t matter because the first birthday is all about you!

*cough* And the baby, too. Sure.

Did you know that Sears is celebrating a first birthday too this year? And I’ve found a way to make it all about you!

This month marks one year of being able to buy ultra-cute baby clothes by Carters and OshKosh at Sears across the country. (They make my favourite sleepers, hands down. Not that you asked.) Sears is whooping it up by offering YOU two chances to win.

Carters OshKosh contest

First, head over to http:/sears.ca/carterscontest  for a chance to win a trip for four to Orlando, Florida, courtesy of Carters and OshKosh. The trip includes hotel and airfare, a car rental and passes to an Orlando attraction including dining. Sign me up!

But that’s not all. You can also enter to win a $50 Sears gift card right here on this blog! This is a super quick one; I’ll be drawing a winner at midnight on Thursday, February 27. Canada only, excluding Quebec (sorry). You must be 18 to enter and can only win once (although you can enter on more than one blog).

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Disclosure: I am part of the Sears Mom Ambassador program with Mom Central Canada and I receive special perks as part of my affiliation with this group. The opinions on this blog are my own.

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I never thought you’d ask: Babes on wheels

Sometimes I get emails from readers asking me stuff. If there’s one thing this blog makes clear, however, it’s that I’m basically winging this whole parenting thing. I’m not an expert. I have no degrees in anything remotely useful (for parenting or anything, really) and if you take the number of children yelling at me at any given time, multiply that by the pounds of toys strewn across my floor and divide by pi, you’ll see that I’m often wrong. 

The other thing this blog shows, though, is that I’m full of opinions. So yeah, let’s bring it. 

Hi Rebecca,

Here’s a posting a lady left in a Facebook group.

“To the Father i just caught leaving his baby in the car while he went into [a coffee shop] …I’ll shame you here on line too!!! Unbelievable, that you would think a coffee is more important than your child’s safety…You’re response was that you were in there for 13 seconds…well buddy, that was more than enough time for me to see the child alone in the back seat, notice that the doors were unlocked and walk into [the coffee shop] and call out 3 times “did anyone leave a baby in a car”, walk back out, turn the corner try [another] door …and your second comment “are you serious”, as if I\m over reacting to your poor choices…Listen here Buddy…I would have had enough time to snatch your kid, it’s doesn’t take long…like I said on the street, “you’re lucky I don’t have my cell on me…” Make better choices next time, you’re lucky this time…this villager was watching out!”

I’ve left my kiddo in the car like 100 times to run into a store for a coffee, to the bank machine, to the bakery. I did lock the car and I don’t consider myself a bad mom. I don’t dare respond to this posting because I’m sure i’ll be chastised as a bad. WTF.

East TO Mama

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Dear East TO Mama,

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Those were the days, my friend. We thought they’d never end.

Big thanks to Sears Canada once again for sponsoring this post.

Mary started to wriggle out of her restraints and climb out her high chair around 18 months. The seat belt adjusting mechanism was crusted into place from two kids’ worth of dried on crud. I tried to keep her in it. She kept climbing out. I’d turn around to tend to something on the stove and she’d be standing on her highchair tray. She finally started hang dropping to the floor and taking off in whichever direction she pleased.

“She’s done here, ” I said one day.

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Why are we obsessed with judging?

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Good news! I don’t care what you think anymore.

I mean, of course I want you to like me. I’m still an insecure 14-year-old at heart hanging out at the edge of the cafeteria, hoping someone will invite me to sit down. That’s never going to change. But I don’t really care if you think I’m a good mom or not.

I’m interested in reading about the newest studies and discussing various parenting approaches, for sure. But it doesn’t bother me if you disagree with me. I won’t take it personally. I won’t think less of you. We can still be friends.

What a relief to finally be free from the tyranny of mom-on-mom judging. In case I was tempted to think it had disappeared altogether, though, a couple recent Facebook threads proved that holier-than-thou mothering is still going strong. Today’s Parent has a regular page called “The Debate” in which two parents argue opposing sides of a parenting issue. Keep in mind that Today’s Parent is brimming with well-researched, informative articles on all aspects of parenting. They have this one, opinion-based page which aims to be entertaining and to give some real-life perspective while exploring a divisive issue. I always enjoy reading it, so I was more than happy to argue for the con side of this month’s debate: Should your family use cloth diapers? BOOM.

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Get a bit fit and also a Fitbit

Fitbit flex

Yes, I wrote a post about new year’s resolutions I can actually keep, and I stand by that post. But the truth is I have other secret resolutions. I guess they’re not so much new year’s resolutions as they are long-term ambitions  I’m firming up my resolve to achieve.

The first has to do with professional/literary goals and goes something like this:

Turn on computer --> ? --> Nobel Prize

 

I’m sure it will work itself out.

But the other is much trickier. It’s about fitness or health or not completely succumbing to slovenliness.

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My life’s true calling

Shh. I’m not supposed to be here because I’m up against an actual paying deadline, but I finally realized my true roll in life yesterday. After asking Irene to please change out of her school uniform before she spills her lunch on it, I found myself standing over her as she undressed.

“MO-OM! Grrr. I need some help here.”

She stood on  her bed with arms slightly raised, waiting for me to lift the shirt off her head and then put it away, help her on with another shirt, fix her  hair and go downstairs to serve her lunch.

I’m a freaking lady’s maid.

Lady's maid!

Yes, I also just finally watched the first two seasons of Downton Abbey, why do you ask? I pay ridiculous amounts of money for cable (but not the channel that airs Downton, of course) and for Netflix, and that’s all I’ll do. I like to watch one TV show right before bed and if it’s not something I can PVR or find on Netflix I won’t be bothered to dig it up. So enjoy season 4 everybody! I’ll be waiting to catch up with season 3 as soon as Netflix Canada gets around to airing it sometime in the next five years.  In the meantime, I’ll get more than my share of servitude right here.

Update: I totally get PBS and Vision. I just didn’t know. So now I still have to wait for vision to rerun season 3 and record all of season 4 on PBS except for the the season premiere that I already missed. So much figuring out!

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14 resolutions I can actually keep for 2014

1. Eat more Egg-in-a-Holes. True story: I didn’t try my first Egg-in-a-Hole until I was 35 years old. I turned 35 last week. Those suckers are delicious.

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How we got the biggest Christmas tree known to man (hint: we used a Honda Odyssey)

Extra big thanks to Honda for sponsoring this adventure.

We always get a real tree and we always get it home by carrying it from a nearby parking lot in our arms. And by “we” and “our arms,” I clearly mean Ed. I’m just there for moral support and to helpfully call out things like, “Are you okay?” and, “Watch out for the curb!”

When I found out I was going to get to try out a Honda Odyssey for a week in December, though, I knew this year would be different. That’s right $20 Ikea Christmas tree with the $20 off coupon to be used in January, we were coming for you!

Three kids Honda Odyssey

 

The three kids easily fit in the second row which is SO NICE because it frees up the third row for more passengers or extra cargo, ie. $20 Ikea Christmas trees. It is also nice because there’s nothing worse than a kid whining at you from the third row and not being able to reach back to shut them up, er, I mean, lovingly hand them what they need.

Before I tell you about the Ikea midnight madness sale that I had no idea was happening and because of which I used up all my will power for the year resisting a half-price fridge that we could totally have fit in the minivan (maybe, I’m not sure), let me tell you about the drive there. It was amazing! While I always appreciate the extra space that a bigger vehicle provides, I usually kind of hate driving them. The Odyssey, however, handles super easily and it didn’t feel like I was driving some giant monster vehicle.

So we get to Ikea and the midnight madness sale and end up with two questionable shimmery/sheer curtains that will maybe one day go into the girls room but avoid walking out with a fridge we don’t need, so win. We then go to check out the trees which are all bound up and the same price no matter their size which you can’t tell anyway because they’re bound up. Did I mention that they’re bound? I’m thinking that $20 usually gets you a pretty skimpy little tree at most places so I eyeball a tree that looks a little fatter than the others and say that’s the one. When we’re carting it off to the van, the Ikea guy tells us, “That’s the biggest tree I’ve seen all year and I’ve seen over 8000 of them.” I figure he’s trying to impress the kids.

We fold down the third row of seats, easy peasy, and the tree fits nicely in the back.

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We finally lugged the tree inside and it weighed, like, a million pounds. We fit it into the tree stand and started cutting off the binding. Oh my. That is one big tree. It still needed to settle before we could fully appreciate the insanity of it, but I knew right away that we could kiss our dining room table goodbye for the next few weeks. When Ed measured it the next day, it was seven feet tall and EIGHT FEET WIDE. Our house is only about fifteen feet wide. Oops.

But onto the highlight of this story. As you may have heard, the Touring model of the new Odyssey comes equipped with a built in vacuum cleaner. Cue the singing angels; it is Christmas, after all. I once bought a crappy little hand vac for the dust bunnies on the stairs and it made my year. Imagine what I could do with a vacuum in my car?! Actually, we don’t have to imagine, because Christmas tree needles. Yikes.

Honda vacuum

 

I could have cried for joy, you guys. The clean up was so easy. It literally took me less than five minutes to vacuum up the needles. I was tempted to try to reach the vacuum nozzle over to our actual car, but I thought better of it. (Who am I kidding? I totally would have except I was freezing.)

As for the tree. Well, it’s a presence.

Biggest Christmas Tree ever
This post was generously sponsored by Honda, but the opinions and images are my own. For more information, visit honda.ca/odyssey  

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10 “Better her than me” reasons you’re happy not to be engaged

I hear it’s engagement season. By which, of course, I mean I read it on Jezebel.

I can only imagine how hard times like this must be in the brave, new era of social media. Back in my heyday, you could enjoy months of blissful ignorance before hearing about your ex’s engagement to that skinny bitch from work. You only had to deal with your good friends lording their diamond-laden fingers over you while you were actually with them. And you could honestly not give a shit about casual acquaintances because you never had any idea what they were up to and we were all better for it.

But rather than pine for a time that has come and gone, it’s far better to to take a page out of the sour grapes playbook and think to yourself, “Better her than me.”

Here you go: The “I don’t want to get married and start a family anyways,” guide to why you are over the moon about being not engaged this year. Take it from me: I got married at 23 and now I have three kids.

1. Everything about him instantly becomes annoying. There is no bigger downer on a relationship than realizing you have to live with this guy’s inability to recap a tube of toothpaste for the rest of your life, so help you god. You do.

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Wish listed

A big shout out to Sears Canada for sponsoring another #SearsMom post.

We found ourselves at the mall a little over a week ago and Santa was there with a big, old easy chair, some dude in an elf get up and a camera crew. I saw my kids’ eyes light up, so I went over to the woman selling photo packages and asked if we needed to buy pics in order to visit with Santa. She said we didn’t so we lined our three, ketchup-streaked kids with messed up hair and rumpled school uniforms up behind two girls in formal holiday dresses. There was one kid on Santa’s lap and another kid screaming out of sheer and unmistakable terror while his parents kept laughing nervously and trying to coax him over toward Santa. They did this for a solid five minutes which feels like a long time when you’re standing around with three kids trying to keep the magic alive. I guess they were really invested in that holiday shot. I dunno.

Anyway, we finally got our kids up to the big man with the beard. They kind of gathered around his chair and Santa asked what they want for Christmas. Mary was quite sure she wanted a present, Irene came up with some line about a doll you design yourself and Colum could not for the life of him come up with anything to ask for. You know, I try to manage material expectations around here, so it looks like I’m doing an all right job. It’s not that they don’t want anything so much as that they don’t sit around dreaming about stuff. They took their candy canes and we shuffled off quickly so some paying customers could get a turn.