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I don’t know about you, but my boys have gotten to the age where they’re starting to tease me. They’ve got wit, they’ve got a sense of humour and they’ve got some nerve… I remember saying these types of things…
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I’ve been struggling with this thought for the last few days. It was a really painful epiphany when I realized that I’d stolen my grandchildren from myself. I had my first son two weeks before my 37th birthday, my second…
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By now, you’ve heard the story of how I lost my job, house and sanity last year; an unholy trifecta and veritable s**tstorm that would level any normal person. But not this mama! It wasn’t easy, but I finally see…
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I don’t bake very often. Which is to say, I bake never. Two weeks ago, for my sons’ bake sale at school, I bought three boxes of nut-free, gluten-free, sugar-free, flavour-free snickerdoodle cookies and placed them very deliberately into a…
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My kids are big. They’re big for their age. They’re big for their age plus three. My just-turned-seven-year-old is finishing up grade one. He’s taller than half of the grade three kids. My grade three kid keeps trying to pass…
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I’m raising three boys. I married one, gave birth to the other two. Before you label me an emasculating nag, let me just tell you that my husband is an awesome father and partner, and he routinely scrubs the finish…
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There are 48 hours till Mother’s Day, and I’m running through midtown Toronto looking for seeds. Not just any seeds. “Basil, mama,” came the edict from my oldest boy. “I want to plant basil. And sunflowers.” Right. No problem. Only, it…
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I recently went on a bit of a rant about the Mom Bod – That we should be proud of our mama bodies, embrace our battle scars but be free to – how did I put it – “Raise ’em and…
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So you’ve decided to go to the bathroom by yourself. You know as well as I do that your kids will turn your home inside out in the time it takes you to post a blog (ahem), but congratulations on…
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If you’re like me, you have all the time in the world to daydream about how easy this parenting gig would be if you only had a (fill in the blank). For every step forward in the “useful kids’ crap”…
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My son wants a gun. He wants a gun so he can “gun” people and “dead” them. (The fact that he hasn’t connected the appropriate verbs to the nouns may or may not imply that he’s ready to have one.)…
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