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It was a good visit

I was slouching on the park bench with a large coffee and my phone in hand. The kids were scattered around the playground that was splayed out before me, not needing my attention in the slightest. I was about to check my email and catch up with Twitter when a woman and her daughter walked toward me. I knew them from when Colum was in nursery school, just over three years ago. I wouldn’t have recognized the daughter in a million years and the kids didn’t remember each other at all, but us moms hadn’t aged a bit. Funny how that works.

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Vaughan Mills on Foot

I left Colum at Legoland for a birthday party and strode forth into the mall. My purse was slung over one shoulder and I hoisted my laptop on one hip, figuring I’d walk around for a bit before settling down with a coffee and my computer. That’s when I saw the sign: Aldo Outlet Sale Up to 70% Off. I was going to need to buy myself shoes at some point. Not taking advantage of the sale would be pretty irresponsible.

I gave my best guestimate of my bank balance, deducted the sum of bills that possibly, maybe would be automatically withdrawn at any point and then decided I should probably deposit the two cheques I’d been carrying around for several days before buying any shoes, sale or no sale. The mall directory didn’t list any banks at all, so I stopped at an information kiosk.

“Is there a TD Bank in this mall?”

“There’s one outside Entry One and past the plaza on the north side of the mall. It’s just over by the Boston Pizza.”

“Oh, great. So I walk this way to get to Entry One?”

The mall guy looked at me. “Aren’t you going to drive?”

“Oh,” I said. “Should I drive?”

“Well, you’d have to walk all the way through the mall. Then you’d have to cross the parking lot. And then,” he squinted from the excursion involved in imagining such a walk, “you’d have to cross the … and then the plaza … and the other parking lot … So, yeah. I think you probably want to drive.”

I’d only ever been to Vaughan Mills incidentally before. Once we went to a media preview of Legoland and once we stopped for lunch at one of it’s satellite plazas after visiting Reptilia. It’s a Goliath of a mall, just built in 2004 on a large swath of farm land (if childhood memories of trips to Canada’s Wonderland serve me right). Billed as “Canada’s premier outlet destination,” it’s basically a very large, egg-shaped mall surrounded by an enormous moat of a parking lot. Then there are further rings of plazas and suburban box-style shopping undulating out in all directions. It’s big on parking, short on sidewalks.

I had started back toward my car when I thought, “Screw it.” I wanted to walk. I had three hours to myself and it was a beautiful summer day and, besides, I had a sweet parking spot near Legoland that I didn’t want to give up. How bad could it be?

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Stuff I’m Digging: Planes

It’s a good one, guys. Don’t worry, it’s much more Cars 1 than Cars 2.

To be perfectly honest, I didn’t get a chance to give the first third of the movie my undivided attention. I decided to take the whole family with me to the media preview and, in retrospect, 23 months might yet be a little young for a feature length movie. (I know, I know, but she’s really into airplanes these days and I thought she might enjoy it. ) It’s certainly too young to line up for 20 minutes first and then wait while security rifles through your parents’ bags and frisks them with a metal detector. I’m so glad I didn’t wear my thigh-high phone holster. That would have been embarrassing.

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Family Swimming, Take Four

“Put your shirt on, son. Your shirt. It’s right there. No, there. Yes. Put it on. I … just … put it on.”

I was melting. I was standing in the middle of a swimming pool dressing room with a rabid toddler fighting to get out of my arms and to run headlong out of the change room into the pool, a four-year-old who was bouncing off the walls and a newly minted seven-year-old who was rendered incapable of getting dressed by an iPad game someone else was playing across the room. I had been either poolside or in the dressing room for over an hour ushering two children in and out of swim lessons while trying to keep my a one-and-a-half-year-old alive in a room full of hard wet tiles and a deep body of water without the aid of the slim umbrella stroller I brought since it’s not allowed in the change room because of safety. Fire safety.

Man, was I melting. I had shed my jacket and my shirt and was down to a skimpy tank top and jeans and I was still dying. It was hot in that dressing room. I don’t cope well with the heat. 

“Okay, now your socks. Your socks. Both of them. Don’t drop them on the floor! Oh great … OUCH!” My own baby just bit me. Then she dug her fingers into my flesh and twisted and started to thrash her body this way and that. Doing this once a week during the spring was killing me. How on earth was I going to manage everyday swimming lessons for half the summer?

We finally escaped the steam room of hell and found sweet relief in the cool spring air. I looked at their report cards. “Nice work!” “Good effort!” Neither of them had passed their level. As usual.

Screw it. I decided these lessons were just not worth the agony. We’d go swimming as a family as much as possible over the summer and revisit the idea of lessons when I’d had a chance to recover.

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Stuff I’m Digging: Fun Stuff for Kids in Toronto

I’ve been holding out on you, guys.

A lot of very cool things have come my way, but I’ve been so swamped with work and life and work that I haven’t found the time for my usual Friday recomendations. I’m contributing various lifestyle posts to the The Loop now as well as juggling this blog and whatever other freelance work comes my way and three children who are home ALL THE TIME for the summer. But I’ve decided that everybody is in semi-vacation mode during the summer and we’ll all just forgive each other our sloppy habits until September. Just play along.  Here’s some fun stuff for kids in Toronto (back-to-school is too fun) and then read to the end if you like giveaways.

SO. Princess Polly and the World’s Smallest Ninja at Second City in Toronto.

Colum, Irene and I were invited to see this and we LOVED IT. The kids liked that it featured a princess and a ninja and I can always get behind a subversive princess story. An energetic and endearing cast draws us into the story of a mini ninja and outcast princess who join forces to save the kingdom from a funk-inspired villain. There’s enough suspense to keep the kids at the edge of their seats and plenty of humour for kids and adults alike. Put this on your agenda if you’ll be in Toronto this month.

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Here’s To Summer Reading

This post is part of YummyMummyClub.ca‘s support of the TD Summer Reading Club program and other TD Children’s Literacy initiatives.

 

I’m looking out over a quiet lake as I write this post, the sound of water lapping against the dock and laughter carrying across the water from a far-off boat. There are tall trees and blue sky as far as I can see and the children run free.

This is not my cottage. Tomorrow we pack up and head back into the city where we’ll stay for most of the rest of the summer. My kids aren’t in any sort of camp or daycare either. Instead, they will be lazing about the house in desperate need of physical and intellectual stimulation while my own work commitments and deadlines hold strong.

How on earth am I going to manage? Well, I have a plan. Sort of.

The crux of my plan is to maintain a loose routine that will take care of the children’s basic needs while I work late into the night and during kiddie downtime, and call upon occasional babysitters when that’s still not enough. Basically, we will have lots of free play at home with daily outings to the park, the pool, t-ball practices and t-ball games.

Oh, and we will read.

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BlogHer 13: Trepidation and Advice

Oh geeze. I just realized I’m flying to Chicago for BlogHer 13 on Thursday. Groan.

I mean, woohoo. Woo hoo.

I know I’m supposed to be excited about this. I’m sure it will be fun. It’s three nights in a hotel room with a couple girlfriends in one of my favourite cities. Of course it’s going to be fun. But when I calculate the cost of airfare, hotel and my conference ticket, I really need it to be more than fun.

This business of making BlogHer make good business sense is where I’m feeling a bit less enthusiastic. When I attended BlogHer in New York city three years ago I was blown away by how much fun I had and how many valuable contacts I made. The assignments I have gotten through contacts made on that trip have paid my expenses many times over. The personal and professional relationships I have developed since that conference are invaluable.

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Movie Night! Featuring A Turtle’s Tale 2

Big thanks to Mom Central Canada and A Turtle’s Tale 2 for inspiring this great evening.

We invited some neighbours over for a screening of A Turtle’s Tale 2: Sammy’s Escape From Paradise and decided to make a party of it.

Ready.

Set.

Action!

It was raining so I had to prop up our welcome sign on the porch instead of on the walkway much to a certain boy’s dismay.

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17 Signs You Went to Catholic School in Ontario


1. The school gym was where you took communion, cheered on the basketball team and got groped during your first slow dance.

 

 

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Kitchen Confession

I have a confession, dear reader.

Okay, fine, I probably have more than one. Basically my whole life is a lie but if I start to peel off the outer layers of pretense that keep me propped up it could get real ugly, real fast. And besides, I’m tired and I want to keep this short. So just the one confession for today, a kitchen confession.

We have roaches, cockroaches that is. I haven’t held onto the end of a joint since that one time in high school when — right, sorry. One confession at a time. So we have recently developed a cockroach problem and I’ve been keeping it to myself. It’s quite strange, really, since I have no problem at all shouting from the rooftops about my dead sink mouse, but the cockroaches must be not be mentioned. It will be our little secret.