We’ve been without reliable internet connection for a while, so I’ve been unable to do a lot of things on my laptop. I realize that I am too lazy and uninterested in blogging on my smartphone or doing anything else aside from occasionally checking my Twitter account or reading emails and sending text messages. I feel so old!

I downloaded Dropbox on my phone and still have yet to complete the download on my computer.

Sigh…by the time I get a moment to myself to do these things, I can think of at least 10 other things to do!

Yet my six and three year olds know how to manipulate the tablet flawlessly and can change the settings on my phone without a second thought. I’ve found countless random pictures in my photo gallery and my ringtone changed numerous times.

I often wonder what the world of technology will be like when they are older.

Will they be begging me to let them implant the chip for a newly invented phone into their arm ‘because all their friends are doing it’?

In September, Diva girl will unwillingly attend her new school where she’ll be in the French Immersion program. A newsletter came home on her last day of school before the summer break to advise us that the school board has implemented a ‘BRING YOUR OWN DEVICE’ program. So now children will be allowed to bring tablets, and other technology for learning purposes at school.

A room full of six year olds with cell phones, tablets and laptops?


I see no issues at all.



Okay, so I finally did it…

I took the plunge…

Not such a deep plunge I guess, unless you know me well and know what a truly private person I am.

Oh yeah…what am I talking about?

I’m finally on Facebook.

Yes, I know…that isn’t big news.

But I promise you, there are at least 3 or 4 people that have just fainted…

Now I just have to figure out what the heck I’m supposed to do on this thing!



I think its pretty amazing how your perception changes when you become a mother. Things that used to gross me out before are now, if not commonplace, at least not too surprising.

Let’s see… I’ve been puked on more times than I can count. Puke down my shirt after I’ve dressed for work or puke in my hand because the bathroom is too far away and there’s never a pail or even a towel when you really need one. You learn to catch it while you can!

I’ve had snot from a really bad cold sneezed in my face or left on my shoulder because I was more concerned that one of my babies was sick than I was about ‘catching the cooties’!

But the most prestigious badge of honour that any mother could ever receive is the first poo on any part of your body!  I remember when Diva girl was a few weeks old; during one of her diaper changes the stuff came flying right out of her little bum as soon as I removed the diaper. I tell you, it squirted out like water from a water gun and her father went running like a little girl! I looked down at the mess on my jeans and thought ‘Oh well, I’ll just have to change’. Before kids, I would have been running myself. There was the time I had Baby girl lying on a blanket because I couldn’t find the change pad and I figured I would just do a quick change and as I reach for the diaper, I can see the poo slowly oozing out all over the blanket. What the heck can you do? I’ve had it roll across my carpet because a toddler couldn’t wait to show that she could use the potty by herself. Any mom can attest to the big poo right up the back of the diaper that no matter how hard you try gets all over your hands.

Yes, for those who are not parents or involved in childcare on a regular basis, this all sounds pretty gross. But you would be amazed at what a happy occasion a child’s poo can be especially when they’re constipated or very sick. Sometimes a bowl movement (I finally stopped saying ‘poo’!) can be an indication that your child is on the mend. It can be a sign of accomplishment when your little one finally lets the poo go in the potty instead of her diaper. I am admitting to all of you, that I have done the potty dance!  Don’t judge me.

When it’s all said and done, I’m still a girly girl that is easily grossed out by many things. Never thought I’d see the day when I could actually say that a kid’s ‘poo’ isn’t one of them.

Okay, who am I kidding? It’s still pretty gross!