My conversation with Baby girl (three years old) at daycare last week…

“Mommy, what hole did I come out of when I was a baby?”

My response?

I’ll let you know when I think of one…



Baby girl gave me the countdown the other day…yes, that’s what I said…the countdown.

It was bath time and she wasn’t in the mood to cooperate with Mommy. So she was running around and causing lots of mischief. Now Baby girl knows when she’s pushing the boundaries and she also knows just how darn cute she is so sometimes she tries to use her adorability factor to try to get away with stuff. She will just throw her head back and laugh as she refuses to put on her PJ’s or she’ll give me the big brown puppy dog eyes when I catch her putting her barrettes in her juice.

But I was tired and it was time for the girls to go to bed, plus Diva girl really wanted a story before she went to sleep so I was trying to factor all that in and make sure they still went to bed at a decent hour.


Well Baby girl wasn’t interested. Now, I had 2 choices…


Firm tone with consequences.

Yelling was my first inclination (yeah I know…bad mommy).

I went with the firm tone just so you know. Then I gave her the countdown.

1-2-3-4…..don’t let me get to 5

This usually works quite well, as the girls know that waiting until 5 is not their best option. Privileges and treats are in jeopardy and the threat of time spent in their room looms over them.

Well, she let me get to 5. Yes, she did. So she was put in her room while I helped Diva girl get ready for bed.

Now that the attention was no longer on her, Baby girl proceeded to wail at the top of her lungs (she was laughing in between so don’t feel too bad). Then she decided she wanted me to come help her get dressed after all, to which I said “When you are ready to listen to Mommy, then I will come back in there…”

The child started counting…

Now Diva girl is staring at me in shock and then she burst out laughing. I told her to stop and she said…

“But Mommy, it’s so funny!” and since I was trying not to laugh myself, I told her to try to laugh quietly so Baby girl didn’t hear us.

One…two….’free’….four….DON’T LET ME GET TO FIVE MOMMY!

What’s Happening…

What’s Happening…

Diva girl lost her two front teeth at the top. She got $8.50 (yes I was scrounging for change) and thank goodness she was happy with that.

Baby girl’s last swim class was today and we can all breathe a sigh of relief (until next Spring at least). Of course the last class was the only one where she didn’t cry (actually scream) through the whole thing. Makes sense…

Diva girl has been introduced to the ‘S’ word, the ‘F’ word and the finger…and she’s only in grade 1!

Baby girl has learned the art of manipulation. She’s realized that a few tears and telling her daycare teacher to call her mommy repeatedly will get me there sooner than normal. Throw in a refusal to eat her lunch and its game over. Until I get there and then she smiles as bright as the sun and eats two muffins in one sitting.

‘Me time’ consists of 20 minutes reading time before Baby girl wakes up on Saturday morning at 6:30 am. Something she and her sister refuse to do during the week when I need to get all 3 of us out of the house on time. If I let them they would both sleep until 8:30!

Tantrums, colds, vomit on the stairs, growing pains and attitude with a capital ‘TUDE’!


That was just the month of October!

Seasons Change

Seasons Change


Another summer nearly over.

Where does the time go?

Maybe it’s because I’m constantly reminded of how fast my children are growing.

Or how quickly they transition through different stages.

That makes me feel so melancholy when the season changes.

Their speech is clear and precise.

Their logic is often very hard to contradict.

They are independent and rebellious.

Their features are changing and the baby fat is quickly disappearing.

My heart seems to skip a beat whenever I look at them and see these things happening.

Diva girl starts grade one in September and Baby girl has one more year of daycare.

I’m not ready for the changes but it doesn’t matter because they happen anyway.

They say things like “Don’t worry mommy!” and “I’m a super big girl now!”

And I think….’Nope, you’re still my babies!’

But Diva girl told me the other day that if I called her ‘baby’ in public I would “totally embarrass” her.


I’m her mom. Embarrassing her is part of my job.

But as the fall season approaches and the weather gets eventually a little cooler (not too soon please)

I will give them both all the hugs I can get away with…

I’ll just tell them I’m trying to keep them warm

Little white lies….yup, that’s part of my job too….but only when absolutely necessary!


JUNE 24TH, 2013

JUNE 24TH, 2013


Oh what a beautiful morning!

Oh what a beautiful day!

My little girls are still sleeping!

No tantrums coming my way!


Good Morning,

This weekend was Baby girl’s PRINCESS PARTY for her 3rd birthday. She was ready to go, looking quite cute in her new dress that she has been wanting to wear for the past week. Mommy bought her a tiara and her hair was divine. She spun around in the mirror in total childish rapture. As we descended down the stairs so that her party guests could see her and take copious pictures…

She burst into tears and wouldn’t speak to anyone for hours.

Now anyone who knows my daughter is nodding or laughing. She does not like to be the center of attention and she told me later that evening when everyone left that she didn’t want anyone taking pictures of her princess dress.

Mind you, she warmed up when all the aunties, uncles and cousins were just about ready to go home and gave everyone big hugs and kisses. I know she was probably so relieved, she couldn’t help but give them a great send off.


Maybe next year everyone can just come over and say ‘BYE’….




I love how my almost 3 year old works so hard to put her shoes on every morning and they almost always end up on the wrong feet. I rarely ever change it, because when she’s done, she stands up with all the pride of a toddler and really…who cares?

I love how my 6 year old is so much the older sister now. She scolds, she chastises and she tattles when her sister refuses to listen, and even if it’s something that I might say is not so bad, I will then get a slight lecture as to why her sister isn’t supposed to be doing whatever it is she’s doing.

I love how both my children get silly around bath time, when I’m exhausted and all I want to do is get them ready for bed. One of them says or does something silly to make the other one laugh and they both fall on the bed in a fit of giggles. I’m pretty much on the edge of irritation and past the outer limits of fatigue, but they just look at my serious face and collapse into laughter. How can I resist the smile that is fighting its way to my face?

I love how a long day and all of its frustrations can melt away as soon as I see my kids.

I love how they love unconditionally and shower me with hugs and kisses and sometimes never knowing that it was exactly the right time because maybe I was stressed or sad about something.

I love how they are able to bounce back after a ‘big’ fight and play and hug as if there was never a problem.

I love how having these 2 crazy and wonderful kids puts all other things in my life into perspective. Whenever things get too heavy, I just have to remind myself of what’s important and then I just focus and work on getting things done.

I love how being a mom provides you with continuous opportunities to learn; about yourself, your kids and your partner.

I love how every day with kids, is a new day, never boring, sometimes challenging, but always worth it.



Baby Girl is 2 ½ years old. She can keep up with her sister during play time and can call the shots on what type of game they should play. Sometimes she’s the Mommy and Diva girl is the baby, or she may decide that they’re both mommies going shopping and ‘yours truly’ is the shop keeper.

She can have full conversations and explain what she likes or what she wants. Those of us that live with her can easily decipher any words that are not clear, although most of them are. She still drops the ‘s’ on words like “s-now”, “s-nort”, “s-cary”, “s-mell” and “s-noring” but otherwise she is pretty coherent.

She is getting taller and awful mother that I am, I have bought all kinds of ‘skinny’ jeans in multiple colours for her (in an appropriate fit for toddlers, of course)…they just look sooooo cute!!!

…and you should hear her sing a song! She can make a song out of just about anything she’s doing.

But as she grows, so does her independent streak.  Join me if you will, on a quick trip down memory lane…to last Thursday.

Getting ready for school, daycare and work that morning… it was a fairly peaceful morning and we were all up at a reasonable time. For the most part, there were no issues at all with the girls co-operating.


But hold on, I celebrated too soon, silly me…

Baby girl, who is in love with the concept of playing dress up, decided that day that she wanted to wear her yellow “s-parkly” slippers. Now these ‘slippers’ are actually a pair of gold jelly sandals that are sparkly all over. I bought them at Old Navy last year and she re-discovered them in the back of her closet. Since then she has put them on every morning before we leave and every evening before bath time. The rule is that she can play in her shoes (if they’re clean) in her room until ‘time is up’ and she usually has no issue with it.

Until last Thursday morning….

Okay, so let’s skip the part where I explain why she can’t wear them (we live in Ontario, Canada and it’s March…you get it, right?) This is where the tantrum takes place.

I put on her coat, she takes it off. Put it on again, off again. Boots??? Ya, right! So I decided that the best thing to do was use some reverse psychology, because she’s 2 ½ and that should work, shouldn’t it?

So Diva girl and I get our coats and boots on and we grab our bags and we say goodbye to Baby girl as she is now in the living room and refusing to move. I grab my keys and turn off the light in the entry way.

She’s not moving.

So, we leave and I lock the door for dramatic effect.

Diva girl looks at me in expectation as we stand on the front step and says “I guess we’ll open it when she starts crying right?”


One minute, two minutes, three for good measure!

I open the door; because of course she is only 2 ½ and I don’t want this to turn into cruel and unusual punishment!


Baby girl is watching TV (yes, she turned it on), coat and sweater off eating Melba toast and sitting on the living room floor. She gets up to see who is at the door and when she realizes it’s me, she sits back down to continue watching her show as if to say “Oh, it’s just you”


Yes, I’m sure she is only 2 ½.

Let’s just leave it there; needless to say my voice was ‘a bit’ stern before she decided to do me a favour and saunter over to put the ‘dreaded’ boots and coat on.

After seeing the look on my face, her daycare teacher asked her if she was having a good morning and the child had the nerve to say “YES”!