I have been asked by so many people how I have survived summer with 4 kids at home. I would love to be able to rhyme off some very well put together list with really helpful tips and tools that have helped me survive my summer, but that would be a total lie. The truth is: I don’t really know how I have survived. I think I’ve been in a sort of “survival mode”, and the thing about survival mode is that there really is no plan or strategy, it’s just about doing what needs to be

I recently read an article that talked about a book called “The Danish Way” in which it describes how the Danes approach the toddler years differently. Apparently, the Danes don’t use the phrase “the terrible twos”. Instead, they call it The Boundary Stage. While I applaud the Danes for being so politically correct in their use of descriptive words, and I do admit that “The Boundary Stage” is a much nicer sounding and more productive way to describe the HELL that is the te

Tomorrow the Bad Moms are going to Casino Rama for the night, and we’re psyched! Not only do we get alone time, we get Bad Moms time! Woohoo! In honour of the highly worshiped alone time, here are my favourite solo activities (or just the ones I end up doing if I am by myself): Sit for random amounts of time, sometimes staring off into space – anywhere: in the car, on my couch, in my bed (there’s me, happy in my car, because I’m solo and it’s quiet!) Doze off after doing #1 f

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

The time has come. I have read time and time again that when the time comes where you’re face to face with all of the memories of your last child’s infancy piled up in bins, overflowing from every closet in your home, it will be bittersweet. You will feel nostalgic at the little tiny onesie with old milk stains marking the front. Simply seeing the tiny booties that never went anywhere near their tiny perfect feet will make your uterus sing a swan song. The smell of the baby b

9. Impulse control…one second they’re hugging and drooling all over you and the next they’re threatening violence over a hotdog 8. Watching them try to put on their own shoes is about as exasperating as letting a mosquito bite your finger 7. They have zero bladder control at all and will piss in whatever corner is within closest proximity 6. Have short term memory loss – they ask for pizza and when you present them with pizza it is slapped out of your hand faster than you can

You know the old saying that in order to truly understand someone else you have to “walk a mile in their shoes”? It’s about perspective. Perspective is everything. The definition of perspective is “a particular attitude toward or way of regarding something; a point of view.” It is amazing what a change in perspective can do. Any parent who has two children can tell you that they thought having only one child was tough until they had their second child, and then all of the

The dreaded C word…you all know the word, it’s bold, it’s potent, it makes a statement and it instantly makes you feel like you’re in the “other” category. Yes, the word I’m referring to is the dreaded Colic (what did you think I meant?!) When child No. 2 was born we felt this immediate beautiful bond. Fresh off my peaceful home birth I was radiating with this sense of, fuck yeah, well look at us go. Our older daughter took to her new brother like a duck to water, all nurturi