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Mama Life Mastered

Another apology ahead; I have found myself slipping away from the blogging world because, well, not to toot my own horn or anything, but I’ve been totally rocking this mom thing.

My house has had a pretty substantial deep clean over the last few weeks, my boys and I have been active and enjoying the sweet summer sun, and overall, I think I finally have some semblance of a rhythm going on in this crazy life.

When it comes to activities, it can be daunting to think up creative ways to keep the kids interested without always dropping a C-note on overpriced theme park tickets, and museum tours. Lucky for me my boys are dirt worshipers and anything that requires shoeless feet and muddy hands keep them entertained all summer long.

My camera, which I thought needed some major TLC is miraculously healed, and we’ve been busy trekking it around our neighborhood for some good old fashioned local fun. My three year olds mind was completely blown when he realized I wasn’t just telling stories and our seven year old Lab, Sophie, does actually love swimming. Honestly, if you could have witnessed his amusement in that moment, your heart would have melted too.

Needless to say our adventures have left me speechless, unable to record in this journal my thoughts, because I have just been completely lost in my boys, and my family.

Just when I thought I couldn’t keep up the excitement while revisiting the same beaches and parks over-and-over, I came up with the brilliant idea of collecting rocks, that we would later paint on gloomy days – SERIOUSLY BRILLIANT – this same routine stop became a whole new adventure with a completely new agenda. Also, throwing rocks into the water is a favorite pastime for these two.

As they are growing bigger they are becoming daring and confident. Watching as they brave new playground feats is the source of all this mamas pride, oh and their outgoing social skills as they make friends (clearly a trait they inherit from their father) has me getting all wobbly in the knees!

On the ol’ Homestead, we’ve got things rocking there too, squeezing in time for all the chores when there is just too much house to handle has been a serious thorn in my side, but making it a priority once in a while, making no excuses on cleaning day, and rocking a killer soundtrack has got me owning it. It feels “So fresh and so clean, clean” (I dare you not to sing that!)



While, I’m out now, I have some finger prints that need some windex, and a quick park date to arrange.

Tight Squeeze!


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The least used Phrase

Sometime between now and my last post, my boys grew taller and wiser, and their vocabularies expanded beyond imagination. Now when asking for sustenance they ask for the nourishment they actually desire, so instead of references to “Apple tea” I get more specific requests for milk, water, tea, or juice, gone now are the days my boys will ask for “apple tea” whenever they want something to drink. 😞

Our experiences with our growing children truly are short-lived, it’s so utterly important to soak it all in while you can.

Tight squeeze!


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Mamas Moment


It’s 6:15pm and here I am, minutes before I walk out the door for a string of 12 hour night shifts. I have about 10 minutes invested in my “professional” look; comfortably dressed, a little simple eye make-up, and crowned with a top-knot . In the 10 minutes it takes me to throw myself together, my kids manage to unravel a roll of Toilet paper, trash their play kitchen down the hall, run away with a few of my cosmetic essentials, empty a cabinet drawer into the bath tub, and throw several upstairs items over the railing to the main floor. My husband was home at 4:30pm and we basically greet each other in passing.

I stayed up late last night to launder the clothes in off-peak time (because we roll like that) and then spent all of my morning folding and putting away the clothes, prepping cloth diapers, and making homemade wipes, squeeze in a quick visit from my mom and sister, and a quick grocery shop before rushing home to make dinner. I barely sit down to eat before I am hauling ass upstairs to get ready, fortunately, I managed to squeeze in a shower during afternoon nap time (not that my 2.5 year old slept or anything).

Moments after I took these photos, I ran down stairs to throw together my lunch bag, and night shift essentials, and practically blew kisses on the run, whilst hollering to my husband “Have fun them, Sucker!”

And on that note, I am happy to have my workplace retreat at the Psych hospital tonight.


Tight Squeeze!



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Elliotts Eyes, Sick Kids, and MRIs



This mother is freaking out today, and I am not looking for pity, but I am trying to keep this journal real to our family experiences, so your going to hear about it.

For the last 6 months or so, Elliott has been having a slightly flawed ophthalmic condition investigated. As you can imagine, assessing a two year old boy has been difficult, and even worse so when this oddity is only notable when Elliott looks in his left periphery, hence the timely process.

We were fortunate enough to be referred to Sick Kids Hospital in Toronto, of course, as these things go, We had to back track back to our general Practitioner to have the referral sent, because apparently Optometrists opinions aren’t satisfactory in these situations (interesting to note).

At our first apt at Sick Kids on February 10th, they explained to us that the Nerve that controls his right eye is weaker than the left, thus weakening the muscle and off-setting the alignment of his eyes (again; only when he looks in his left periphery).   As far as they can tell, Elliotts vision is completely unaffected so at this point there is no NEED to do anything, however, if we desired to correct the alignment for cosmetic purposes it would be a quick and simple procedure. This is all good news and we were certainly grateful to hear it.

The scary part, is that this condition is generally contracted from birth, and the fact that we only started noticing it a year ago, means 1 of 3 things.

  1. It was pre-existing from birth, but we failed to notice in his infancy (In which case this would be normal and there is no concern about the possibility of it worsening)
  2. He contracted it from a viral infection (Sinusitis) that he had prior to us first noticing it (which also means there is a low risk for this worsening over time)

or lastly,

  1. There is a condition beyond this that has caused damage to the nerve, and could potentially worsen over time.

Obviously we are all hoping and praying for 1 or 2, however, at Sick Kids they are superfluously diligent and investigate as a proactive measure to be certain to rule out #3.

So that brings me to now, and why I am here writing this today. We are looming on the eve of Elliotts MRI, which we all know is a fairly basic investigative procedure, but because Elliott is only 2.5 and getting him to sit entirely still inside a potentially scary tunnel for a minimum of thirty minutes, he will be put under.

I am battling with it all today, because he is at an age, where these things are incredibly hard to explain to him. I want him to be informed and prepared, but even with my fairly simple explanations, he is still completely unaware. In the morning we won’t be able to feed him for several hours, and he won’t understand why. When we arrive at the hospital he won’t understand why mommy is anxious, and daddy is overwhelmed, he won’t understand why he is being poked in the arm or covered with a mask… then he will sleep, and when he wakes, he won’t understand why he lost a two hour chunk of time. I may be over thinking it all maybe it won’t mean anything at all to him, as long as he has mom and dad there beside him. But for now, it’s nerve-racking that I don’t know how to explain it to him, so he isn’t completely blind-sided tomorrow.

Just another one of those things, listed in small print on the parenting contract, we thought we knew what we were in for, but another sneaky responsibly clause creeps in and makes us do something we don’t want to.

Thanks for listening, Tight Squeeze!


EDIT/ UPDATE; Elliott was a super trooper during the whole experience. He was brave and excited to travel to Sick Kids, and was especially elated to get to wear the hospital gown (like mama promised him the night before). He didn’t cry out in fear once, and took the “sleepy mask” without hesitation. So far, we hear that the results are good, and will soon follow up with our plans to treat this.

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“Look Mommy! I drawing”

So many of our days here are beautifully stained with an element of accidental cheer. Silly me, I taught my children to draw on a painted wall chalkboard Naively unaware that I was teaching them the very skills to turn my hair grey. Today, My son showed me this with such excitement and pride, that even though it doesn’t fit my decor, it may just stay awhile. Even though there was a lesson to be learned here for both of us (for him; no drawing on the walls, and for me; no more painted chalkboard walls) that doesn’t lesson the value of these moments in our homes and in our lives. 

“I will cherish this” – a promise to enjoy even the undesirable incidents. 

Tight squeeze!


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Life Happens

I haven’t been inspired to write this week, the terrible twos are in full force, the forty hours I work each week are starting to feel like eighty, hubby is working a lot of overtime, and the house is turned upside down for renos. The kids are definitely feeling the strain, it’s been a lot of long days couped up inside amongst the dust and dirt (although they are happy about the jungle gym all the rearranged furniture and tools create). As a result, we are busy with fussing toddlers  and running mad balancing it all. I’m sure any parent understands, this is how it is sometimes. Not to mention we are literally squeezing in the time to DIY our little project. 

Anyway, my point is, it’s not always rainbows and unicorns life gets the better of us, it happens, There is no point in being in denial about it. One day, we will look back, and know these are the very obstacles that we overcame making us better parents. 

Oh and the teething… Did I mention the teething! Oi!  

Tight squeeze (to get you through)


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Success at the end of a day!

If you’re a parent, this is exactly how success is measured at the end of a day. Your child has spent all of his energy, has read a book with dad to wind-down, and is tucked cozily in bed.

Aside; Despite the appearance of monsters on his jammies, this particular set of nightwear will forever be known as robot jammies, because no one argues about clothing with a toddler! #itriedandlost


Sleep – tight – Squeeze!