Mamas! It's time! There has been a call to our group to help some families up north. We need to send diapers and formula (recently a few newborns and babies have not had the basics and this just isn't acceptable!) We can also send winter goods, sponsor a family, or just make a donation! In Canada's north there is a #foodsecurity crisis and families who used to be able to sustain themselves can no longer. The prices for basic necessities is through the roof. This is an issue t

Well mamas, I have to officially say it - I have arrivvvvved! (Please picture that announcement with an Oprah-like sweeping arm gesture and huge applause). The sheer overwhelm of motherhood, and in my case motherhood crossed with self-employment (i.e. always thinking about work when I'm not working and in many respects not being present) has SUBSIDED. Like, really, for real, no jokes, not kidding you, full on. Recently, the magic of young children playing has entered our hous

Well this is a controversial topic isn’t it? I honestly didn’t know just how strongly people felt about this until about a year ago when we were trying to decide what to do for our son. It seems as though there is no “grey area” when it comes to circumcision; people believe strongly one way or the other, they are either for or against. They are passionate in their convictions and conversations regarding circumcision can get quite heated very quickly if two people happen to

I’m sitting on my couch crying right now, because I’m the worst mother, ever. I yelled at my four year old this morning at the park because despite me asking 14 times, he wouldn’t let his brother on the swing he was on, and finally pushed his 2 year old brother, making him cry. So I yelled in public at my son. I’m the worst mother, ever. I have only a few days with my kids that are truly “ours”, where the pressures of my job don’t intrude on our precious hours as a little cla

One of the hot topics right now in the momnewsmedia (just made that up), is the concept of the “mental load.” We stress, and sometimes we break over the mental load of momming, working, being a wife or partner (if that’s the case) and keeping up with…well, everything. The endless lists upon lists: what will the kids eat tonight, do they have clean shoes for tomorrow, when is that doctor’s appointment, is this weekend booked with something, is that rash just from the heat, et

I had heard the phrase so many times…’oh she’s a momma’s girl, he’s such a momma’s boy’ and felt very ambivalent towards the phrasing. I know that there are many mommas out there who feel a special twinge and a fullness that comes from being the ‘one’ their child needs to get through daily transitions but for me, 99% of the time I feel smothered by it. When my daughter was going from infancy to toddlerhood I remember being asked ‘so who’s the favourite?’ and I remember being

I remember when I had my son. I had decided I was going to breastfeed. What no one told me was that making the decision to breastfeed was the easy part, (which, also turns out is indicative to all other decisions you end up making as a parent). I had a hard time. I remember day 3 with a newborn, struggling to give my baby the best by breastfeeding, and having girlfriends who were saying, “oh breastfeeding is going great! Fantastic, couldn’t be better!!!” and there I was, trul

Nothing has made it more clear to me how crucial you are to the equation that is our family then you being away, and I’m sorry for that. I sometimes like to delude myself that I can handle it all. Mornings, breakfast, school lunches, school bus drop off, daycare pick up, meals, baths, bedtimes, story times followed by wine times. I told myself most recently that I could do it all because well, I had to! You were going on a big, special trip and I was mentally prepping myself

There was that question again: ‘are you going to have any more kids?’ I’ve been asked it a million times since baby #2 was born in January. People get wide-eyed and oddly excited asking – and I am not talking about my friends who I gladly love to dish on this topic with. And although many super personal questions like this irk me to no end (especially when it comes to what I may or may not do with my reproductive system), I can tell you that any time someone has asked about

The hubby asked me last week: “what do you want for Christmas?” knowing that I would have no idea what to answer. I’m known by my close friends as notoriously against “stuff” (need to de-clutter your home? Call me, I’m your gal), and I always buy for my family, rarely for myself. So I really had to think about it. And in the end, he already has an idea of a gift, and will do just fine. But if I’m being real with myself, and going into 2017 that is a HUGE priority for me, my r