(My daughter is just slowly growing out of Dr. Seuss so cheesy rhymes come all too naturally, hahaha!) But seriously, if you’re on the spectrum of extroverted like I am, this mantra (or message behind it) saved my life when I became a new mom of 1, and then glaringly necessary when I became a new mom of 2 (cuz honestly its a whole new ball game with each additional blessing). When I was sinking and felt like someone was plugging the straw I was trying to breath from, I suppos

I am a proud Military spouse, I am an adoptive parent, I am an infertility survivor, I am a 3x Gestational Surrogate, and this is my story…………. My journey to motherhood began in 2002, the year my husband and I were married. Right after our wedding we stop all prevention and started down a long and bumpy road. After six years of tracking cycles, taking temps, ultrasounds, medication, and intervention, we come to a cross roads. In August 2007, my husband received his first post

We hear about lots of “bad mom” moments at Bad Moms Canada, but this contribution from a reader, Sam, is all too familiar! My babies are my life, and I try to be the best mom I can to them. Having my second baby in January and then off to start a new career just three months later, I was already feeling guilty about leaving my babies. Olivia isn't a baby anymore - she's 6 going on 16! She's a mini me so sometimes she out sasses me and out smarts me! She's so independent and l

You know those Saturday mornings – the lazy ones where you let the television occupy your toddler? Where you ply them with snacks and juice just so you can SIT and surf social media and have some downtime? But you know when you do this and it hits you…You’ve got those hornies and haven’t had a good pony ride in at least a couple weeks? You look over at your husband who has been fighting a morning rod for the past hour, all disheveled, and comfy looking in his Roots track pant

When Alex and I got married, we had a small city hall ceremony followed by a cocktail reception at a local restaurant- nothing fancy really. I ended up make my own bouquet however- out of brooches and jewelry. It was gorgeous and unique and added a special touch to a day where there were not a lot of those signature wedding type things (decor, flowers, table settings- you know what I mean). Not long after we got married, I started up a small side gig making these bouquets for

Kids say the darndest things, don’t they? My very well-spoken two year old has had some doozies, but the worst thing he’s said to date has to be Dump Truck. Not long ago we were out shopping as a family at a local Winners. G-man was in the cart and we were perusing shoes down an aisle when a woman turns the corner towards us pushing a stroller containing a cute little boy (also a toddler), holding a MASSIVE toy Dump Truck. There was nothing special about the woman or child, o

We live in a world where babies are constantly around us (or so it seems). When I was younger, I always thought you got pregnant when you were ready. Yes I’d heard of endometriosis and cervical issues but they were never discussed in terms of how it affected your ability to get pregnant. It wasn’t until I tried to conceive that it hit me: not everyone gets pregnant when they want to (even if it seems that way to outsiders!) People are quick to talk about their pregnancy, thei

If becoming a parent made one thing abundantly clear to me, it was the fact that both my husband and I have dirty trucker mouths and drop f-bombs like they’re verbs, nouns, adverbs and quite frankly commas. I joked while I was pregnant that my greatest goal as a parent was really just to ensure my child would swear in the correct context. I will never forget Gunner dropping his sippy cup on the floor and saying “Shit.” His daycare lady says it was one of the funniest things s

Our journey began 16 years ago, when my husband and I celebrated the birth of our beautiful baby boy, Nolan Bruce Robin Jackson. He was the first to be born at RVH in Barrie on Saint Patricks day in 2001. We knew that all of our St Patty’s days to come would be super special. We never knew then how special they would actually be. It would be five and a half years later when we would have to say good bye to our beautiful boy after an almost life long struggle with an incurable

When I was preggo, and hubby and I would discuss parenting strategies, there were a lot of things that we surprisingly agreed on. Rules, curfews, manners- it was a long list of things. Discipline was a long detailed discussion, but in general we agreed that we would never second guess or contradict a discipline that the other implemented on our son, in front of our son. If we disagreed, we would discuss it later, privately. We would need to be a united front. Spanking was ano