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Gifts. Of. Hope. Holiday shopping done. You’re welcome.

This post is part of theĀ YummyMummyClub.ca and Plan Canadaā€™s Gifts of Hope #YMCGiftsofHope sponsored program. I received compensation as a thank you for my participation. This post reflects my personal opinion about the information provided by the sponsors.

At this time last year, my niece Eloise was just home from the hospital, still underweight and still struggling to cement her breastfeeding relationship with her mother. I remember her little high-pitched cry, her eyes shut tight and mouth open wide, how small and fragile she felt in my arms and how she settled down instantly in her own motherā€™s embrace.

Eloise was born in a hurry when midwives discovered her amniotic fluid was dangerously low and her motherā€™s uterus was closing in on her, restricting her movement. Both her blood sugar and blood oxygen levels were low and she was whisked off to the neonatal intensive care unit where she remained for a week.

Plan Canada's Gifts of Hope: Newborn exam
This is a happy story. Eloise and her mother had unrestricted access to top quality pre- and post-natal care through our public health system here in Canada. Eloise is now a flourishing one-year-old who eats fistfuls of any food she can get her hands on and cruises her way around the living room furniture.

Without the care Eloise and her mother received, however, she might not be here today.

Not every baby is so lucky. Many newborns in developing countries are born without adequate medical attention. Itā€™s so easy to forget how fortunate we are to have the most basic, life-saving services freely available to us at all times.

We are especially fortunate to have a large, loving and supportive family. Moms-to-be are showered with gifts before the baby is born and the little outfits and booties keep arriving for weeks after. My niece has just celebrated her first birthday and with grandparents and aunts and uncles galore, I know she will not be wanting on Christmas.

So Iā€™m super excited about my gift. Iā€™m giving Eloise the Plan Canada Gift of Hope of a newborn check up for a mom and baby in a developing country. Eloise is with us today because of the medical attention she received when she was born and I know her parents will be very touched that her gift helps another newborn in need.

Newborn exam Gift of Hope

The gift of a newborn checkup only costs me $30, but it will be matched by another government or organization for a value of $120. Many more of the Plan Canada Gifts of Hope offer matching contributions so you can find the most impactful gift for somebody in your life. School essentials for one child are only $17 and offer a value of $119, for example. Help for orphaned children affected by HIV gives a $1200 value for only $75 and the gift of literacy training for two women will turn your $120 into $600. There are many, many more to choose from.

The Plan Canada Gifts of Hope are perfect for the person who has everything. How many hours do we spend browsing websites, flipping through magazines and wandering around the mall searching for something to give people who really don’t need anything? Really. We spend money just for the sake of having something to wrap, knowing the gift is destined to land at the back of a closet. With the Plan Canada Gifts of Hope, the same amount of money we spend on holiday trinkets can be used to make a real contribution to projects in communities around the world. Every contribution includes a greeting card that will be sent out to the recipient and if you really need something to wrap, you can even add merchandise to your gift as a reminder of the donation made in their honour.

Imagine giving a gift to a family member that will also bring hope and change to a family in need and knowing your money has truly been well-spent.

This year, try an alternative to traditional gift-giving for the person who has everything or to teach your children about giving back. Ā Through Gifts of Hope, Plan Canada supports sustainable programs dedicated to education, health, livestock, water, girlsā€™ rights, and livelihood in the developing world. Shop now at plancanada.ca/giftsofhope.

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Preparing for the holidays

Not yet Christmas

I was looking for the big, winter floor mat to put down by the back door, so I moved a big box of Christmas ornaments out of the basement closet. The kids found the box and, delighted, went about “decorating” their playroom for their “Christmas party.” There are now Christmas ornaments strewn across the basement, mixed in with toys and probably broken in pieces in the corners.

They are feeling the holiday spirit, those kids. I am not.

I should probably just pick them all up and go get a tree to decorate, but I don’t want to. Not yet. Ā People are making polite and gentle inquiries into holiday plans I’m supposed to be organizing, and I’m getting annoyed. Can’t they wait?

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Christmas magic

Excited to kick off my role as a Sears Mom Ambassador just in time for the holidays!

We must have been up past two in the morning that Christmas.

We came home from celebrating with my in-laws late on Christmas Eve and put the kids straight to bed. I ran around picking up the stray toys and wrappers and assorted clutter. I brought out the secret stash of Santa gifts and sorted out what was for who. I set out some milk and cookies and took a bite of one. Okay, maybe I had more than that.

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Can we talk about how crazy we’ve become about food?

First, a daycare worker in Manitoba followed a well-intentioned, if misapplied, policy to ensure that children are given a well-balanced meal and the internet broke. Ritz crackers as a grain?! How stupid is that!

At the same time, there is this New York Times article on rich Manhattanites hiring an exclusive nanny consulting service to teach their nannies how to cook healthier and more sophisticated dishes for little Imogen and Atticus. Mr. Leandro, one of the founders of the service, was quoted as saying, “Some of these nannies already do the cooking in the family, but theyā€™re throwing chicken fingers in the oven, or worse, the microwave ā€” theyā€™re doing the bare minimum.” And feeding children the easy way is clearly not good enough for one mother featured in the article who “wanted her daughter to adopt a more refined and global palate, whether itā€™s a gluten-free kale salad or falafel made from organic chickpeas.”

So, pretty much: The poor people I pay to take care of my children are feeding them poor people foods!

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New solution for Toronto’s overcrowded daycares!

Rob Ford goes on record saying, “I have more than enough to eat at home.”

The birth rate plummets.

 

 

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Our favourite things

This post is part of the YummyMummyClub.ca and Fisher-PriceĀ® sponsored program. IĀ received compensation as a thank you for my participation. This post reflects my personalĀ opinion about the information provided by the sponsors.

There they were, two mops of golden ringlets bobbing up and down on the living room carpet. Sisters. My heart was awash in maternal pride to see them playing together. I was also thrilled they were so into the Fisher-Price Little People Fun Sounds FarmĀ that had just been delivered. Hey, this Fisher-Price FavouriteĀ farm rocks out sing-along songs and animal sounds. Of course they loved it. This sponsored post was going to be a breeze to write.

I tiptoed closer, camera phone in hand.

“No, Mary. I was playing with that. Give it to me!”

“WHAAA!”

“I had the cow first. Here. You play with this hay.”

“Stop dat, Weenie! Stop DAT!”

There was snatching and grabbing. Pushing and shoving. Somebody kicked the farm right over.

“Give your sister back that cow right now,” I said.Ā “You will sit up and play nicely while I take some pictures or I cancel your birthday party. Don’t think I won’t do it.”

So I think it’s fair to say that they really like the Little People Fun Sounds Farm. My kids canā€™t get enough imaginative play and they loved exploring the farm with the farmer and his animals. The doors open and close to music and animal songs and sending hay up with the tip-up baler and then dropping it into the silo was lots of fun. Mary loved assembling and reassembling the fenced in area too.Ā The cow, in particular, is a big hit.

But, really, when I think back on my childhood memories, all my favourite games and toys are tied up in a mess of emotions that involve fighting, sharing and otherwise negotiating with brothers and sisters, cousins and friends. I remember sitting in the basement with my Raffi album playing on the Fisher-Price record player, lyrics in hand, when my kid brother raced in and tried to change the record, scratching “The Corner Grocery Store” irreparably. I remember running around and around in circles, trailing my Little People School Bus behind me until an older cousin staked his claim to it. I remember sitting in my grandparents’ living room, quietly waiting for my turn to play with the Fisher-Price house. It was the one with the bell that rang if you hit the red button hard enough.

It was the one that my grandmother still has and that my children still play with, elbowing each other out of the way until they examine every last moving part and move on.

Our favourite toys are the ones we play with most, sure. But they’re also the ones we lose our cool over. We jockey for position and stand our ground, and sometimes finally even learn to share.

Ahem. And by “we,” I clearly mean the children. They’ll be fighting over that Fisher-Price Little People Fun Sounds FarmĀ for years to come. (Because in all honesty it’s an awesome toy for toddlers and, apparently, their five-year-old sisters.) It’s probably for the best.

ReadĀ more product reviewsĀ onĀ Fisher-PriceĀ® FavouritesĀ and newĀ Fisher-PriceĀ® Ā toysĀ for every stage of development.

 

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Motherhood is not …

 

In “really, freaking obvious things that Rebecca is still trying to wrap her head around” news, I scrawled out some thoughts about motherhood on an actual piece of paper yesterday. I was having one of those moments in which having the best of both worlds really feels like having the worst of them. Or, rather, it feels like I’m just doing a shitty job all around.

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How to talk to your kids about our crack mayor

It was easy enough to sweep the whole “the mayor smokes crack” angle under the carpet when it was just Gawker and, uh, the Toronto Star who had seen the video. But it’s getting kind of tricky now, parents of Toronto, isn’t it? Now that the chief of police has confirmed that there is, indeed, a video of the mayor smoking crack cocaine and making racist and homophobic statements, and now that two major daily newspapers have also reported in detail on a night of extreme drunkenness and abuse, it’s kind of hard to keep this from the children. It was already on the Daily Show which means it’s only a matter of time before it makes the Sesame Street news. We basically have to sit down and talk to them about this or monitor their screen time. And, well, let’s face it, we don’t want to talk about anything else anyway. UPDATE: The mayor admits to smoking crack! All the more reason we need to talk to our kids.

I did what I always do when I need parenting advice: I turned to the internet. Several Google searches for “talking to your kids about the mayor doing drugs,” however, didn’t yield my desired results. So I’m going to have to take the six pieces of advice listed in an article on PsychCentral titled, “How to Talk to Your Kids When You Think Theyā€™re Using Drugs,” and tweak them to fit our needs. It should work.

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Done like dinner

A super-big thank you to Just-Eat.ca for sponsoring this post!

You know that feeling of satisfaction you get from coming home after a long week and scraping together a barely passable meal out of the dregs of your refrigerator to feed your family? Or how about the sense of achievement you earn spending an hour catching up on dishes and scouring pots and pans? No? Me neither.

Takeout is never a hard sell around here. As much as I truly and honestly do value home-cooked, nutritious food, I’ve also learned that I can’t always do it all. As a work-from-home mom who has a habit of biting off more work than I maybe should, my workday sometimes spills into the after-school hours and I find myself working on the computer when I should be spending time with the kids. It doesn’t feel fair for me to then continue to ignore them for another 45 minutes on those days while I try to get a meal on the table. So we order takeout and I get to help with homework, read stories and admire craft projects brought home from school. It’s not much, but it’s important.

But, man, do I get sick of the same-old pizza and burgers. Wouldn’t it be nice to be able to order something different? Maybe something even a little bit healthy?

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Hooked on screens

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“Kids? Guys? We have to get dressed for school! Where are you?”

I stumbled down the hall, looking into their rooms. Only Mary needed to be rescued from her crib and as I helped her use the toilet I could hear the familiar SQUEEEE SQUAWK CRASH of Angry Birds SomethingOrOther being played in the living room.

“What are you doing!? Are you even dressed?! It’s a school day. You don’t wake up and turn on the tablet!”

Some days I think we’re doing all right on the excessive media and screen time front and other days I’m not so sure.