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How much sleep is enough?Why is it that so many of our conversations are about sleep and the lack of it?!My sweet little Miss 2 year old has stopped napping at daycare. This means by the time dinner is on, she's usually in quite a state. The daycare teacher and I have had lots of talks on ways to try and get Little Miss to nap better, of course believing its the daycare environment, not her slow

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As I sit in front of my laptop, my son is at my side watching an episode of Max & Ruby on Netflix on our modestly sized 42" TV (I say modestly sized as first we picked out a 55" TV, but I digress.)While we sit in our living room together, most of his little daycare friends are getting ready to see Cars 2. You see one of the friends at his daycare turns 4 today and apparently LOVED the first Cars

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Being forced to watch Bob the Builder with Little Mr. Man and I have to say, I am not a fan!The voices, the writing, the writing...gosh this is just awful!!! Maybe I should revisit my no Barney rule. Nothing an be as bad as this!Must find a way of removing this from the Netflix repertoire!!Such a lovely day outside, why are we inside watching TV anyway???? I promised Little Mr. Man he could watch

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The diaper dramas continue. You may recall last week I was going on about Little Miss' new developmental milestone - removing of diaper, well she's raised the ante.Since then we've had a couple more instances of stripping down in the crib, the last one was this morning. We talked about it some more, sat on the toilet some more and I thought we were good.A little while later I see her running

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At the Starbucks the other morning a man asked how old my kids were. I told him, 4 and 2.He responds, "no kindergarden???"I say "no"Him: "what about pre-school or daycare?Me: blank stare, start to say that they're in daycare 3 days a week, but before I could get the word daycare out he interjects with:"when my kids were small they were in Gymboree and busy busy after that. all day. all the time..

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Diaper on, diaper off.The other night I went in to give her a good night kiss and she was completely NAKED. No diaper, no jammies, no nothin'. Just her adorable little tush sticking up in the air. And pee soaked blankie, hop hop and sheets, of course (mercifully no poop!).After a long chat the next day, I thought we'd remedied the situation; and we did......until this afternoon that is.I thought

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Little Mr. Man announced that he thinks wearing underwear to bed is a good idea. When he's 5. He just turned 4. He wears pull-ups to bed.Up until that announcement he's never even expressed the slightest interest in night time potty training. He seems quite happy to pee in his pull-ups.Of course, I've been reading about this issue for quite a while. All my friend's children seemed to start

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How my children are not eco-friendly:From the uneaten food I throw out regularly, I think my kids must hate all living beings, farm animals in particular.From the emptied out boxes of unused Kleenex strewn all over my house, I think my kids must really hate trees.From the excessive water play and toilet flushing, I think my kids must really hate the notion of water conservation.From the sand and

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On Saturday DS and I had a wonderful day exploring this beautiful city on a very rare warm and sunny day. On the skytrain on the way home DS was a little disappointed at how busy it was and that he could not sit in the "driver's seat" at the very front of the train. When the spot was finally free he was thrilled, however before we could make our way to claim the seat, an older man was already

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Walking around all day today feeling very sad. Tried to shake it. Finding it hard. Feeling sorry for myself. Feeling all round unhappy. My children, however are the antidote. Their laugh, their hugs, even their screeches pull out of the very sad place I let myself go today. Today marks the 7th anniversary of my mother's passing. Incredibly, sometimes it's still raw. I think being back in the

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Just read an article that says the hands-free faucets carry more germs than the old fashioned ones. Innovation isn't always all it's cracked up to be!Better not let my kids find out about this though...any excuse NOT to wash their hands!!

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A big thank to my very own neighbourhood Mary Poppins!On the way home from the park Little Mr. Man took a bit of a spill on his scooter. As little ones do, he started to scream...and scream....and scream. My neighbourhood Mary Poppins stopped her car and asked if I needed a band-aid. My first reaction was "no" (because there really was no need for a band-aid: no blood, etc), however I quickly

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A whirlwind week has just flown by and the reality and a semblance of normalcy has returned:Kids fighting, rain, laundry, dishes, high fevers, you name it, we've got it!Amidst all the chaos and bedlam I am struck with the realization that my baby boy, my baby that really not that long ago, was growing inside me, will be turning four. Ya think, I'll be saying the same when he's about to turn 40 (

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By mistake I grabbed a box of Kraft *Smart* Mac & Cheese out of the pantry instead of the regular Annie's that we usually use.I cooked it up, set it in front of my darling children and Mister-almost-four (MAF) pipes up and asks: "Is this a different kind?"Being honest, I reply "Yes"MAF responds with: "it smells like pee"Again, being honest, I reply: "there is no pee in it so shouldn't smell like

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My son growls. He growls at me. He growls at his Dad. He growls at his sister. He growls at strangers. Strangers don't really know what to do when he growls. Sometimes they keep on walking, pretending that the half pint next to them on the sidewalk did not just growl.Others laugh and try and make him smile. This usually results in more growls and sometimes a bit of air punching (which is followed

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OK, so I know, you probably thought I dropped off the face of the earth. Well, if the world was flat, that's actually what would've happened ;-)Late August we moved from beautiful, sunny & lovely Sydney, Australia back to beautiful, not so sunny, but also lovely Vancouver, Canada. So, I've been a little busy. Yes, I know, not a valid reason for not updating my blog. I know and I'm sorry. I will

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I just read an interesting post on Everything Mom questioning about when and how to introduce your children to volunteering and what I would call being a good citizen.I have wondered the same thing myself, especially when our days are so busy that it is so hard to find the time to volunteer myself - makes setting a good example a bit difficult. Of course, I believe that setting a good example is

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In a time where we debate cloth nappies vs. disposable, do we *really* need disposable hand towels? I didn't think so.

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So, what's your take on DVDs in cars?If you know me you probably won't be surprised to hear (read) that I am not a fan. When I was a kid we did a lot of driving and, seeing as I'm near ancient, we did not have DVDs (or even CDs). We did have a tape deck, but I really don't recall ever getting to listen to 'my music' in the car. Of course that's because 'my music' was on records and those didn't

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Ok, so truthfully, how long do you take before getting your baby/toddler from their crib?Do you jump up from your comfy seat (or immediately drop the broom) as soon as you hear them stir? Do you wait for the rambling or gurgling? Or do you wait until they start shaking the crib and screaming?Me, I've always taken the really slow approach. I figure when they're good and ready , they'll let me know

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OK, so I had a ridiculously fun & exciting time at Costco last week. Seriously. Before you judge, imagine not having access to one for 4 years. That's what I thought. Now my exuberance *may* have blinded me a little bit. Just a little. In my defense, it is really, I mean REALLY frikkin' hard not to throw all the cute and CHEAP stuff for kids in my cart. I mean really really really frikkin' hard.

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Feeling a bit sentimental. And really really really proud of my two beautiful children.I've moved them from Sydney, Australia to Vancouver, Canada and they have been on their best behaviour!! I'm sure this feeling of euphoria will come to a crashing end sooner or later, so in the meantime I thought it would be nice to celebrate them!This picture is from a photo shoot we did about a month before

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Haven't had a lot of time of late to think, let alone jot a line down here. We have successfully moved to Vancouver, Canada from Sydney, Australia. In 4 short days, we test drove at least 4 cars, two of which we've had overnight. Checked out 2 preschools/daycares, finally got to see the house we bought (without having stepped foot in), got drivers licenses, put my name down on a VERY long list

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Well, this is our last night as residents of Sydney, Australia. Four years ago, my newly wed husband and I boarded a plane to Sydney, not really knowing what to expect...except lots of sun and really hot days. While there sure were a lot of sunny days, the heat was a bit more than expected, being pregnant and all makes you feel like it's 10 degrees warmer!Baby #1 was so much fun, we thought we'd

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Scary Mommy & Soy-Joy have a contest going on right now on JOY. In fact, the contest ends in but a few short hours, and I'm still struggling with what to say and how to say it. Here goes! I noticed a number of entries in this contest all have a similar theme...the little moments. It got me thinking about an article I recently read in the NY Times about how things don't really make us happy, but

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This is what happens when you let a 15 month old drink a hot chocolate...unsupervised. She managed to soak through 2 layers of clothes and make a lake on the footrest of the pram. Thankfully the pram's black so you can barely notice the hot chocolate bath it had and thanks to the power of Vanish Preen, the whites almost came clean.

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Not sure if this has caught on, but I'm big on Toast it Thursdays....the idea, raise a glass of something and toast something.So, on this Thursday, August 12th, I'm toasting the day with a cheap Australian Cab Sauv, Zilzie - the great thing about 'cheap Australian wines' - there all so frikkin' good!This one hails from the Coonwarra region, which, really, please show me a crappy wine from this

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When Little Mr. Man was born, I did everything by the book...ok, it's not like there is ONE book and I didn't do everything by the book (lets be honest, I hate being told what to do!), but in terms of his naps and bedtime routines, I was, well, pretty inflexible (understatement of the year) and insisted that he have all his naps at home in his cot and be home by 6pm for his bedtime routine. Oh

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Come and see my guest blog at kidsvancouver.com. The top 10 list of things every new (and not so new) parent should have!

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Hooray for Gisele Bundchen - apparently breastfeeding her baby helped her keep her figure! I suppose there's some truth there, I breastfed both of mine and unfortunately I got to keep my figure too (it's just not one anyone would really want to keep ;-)Seriously though, to say that all mother's should be 'forced' to breastfeed, as she is apparently suggesting, is ridiculous. Yes, we all know

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Not the regular top 10 that will see you your local toy store and baby centre. No, this is the REAL top 10 list of things you actually need.1. smart phone - preferably an iphone, but any that have a big screen will work - this is not so you can text, email and facebook until your heart's content (well, ok, maybe it is) but it also works as a GREAT flashlight for middle of the night feeds, nappy

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My children will most likely never wear matching socks. Blame it on the dryer ;-)

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Shopping expedition = FAILSo my darling son and I were having a day out in the big city. The plan was to take the train, the ferry, have lunch and just hang out. The only glitch was that as we were heading into the city, I remembered that we needed to do some clothes shopping for a family photo shoot planned for the next day. No problem, I figured a quick detour to the department store wouldn't

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As we are in the middle of our first of two back to back winters, I've been thinking a lot about summer. Here's a lovely shot of Little Mr. Man running up the sand 'hill' at Avalon Beach, NSW last summer.

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So we all complain about being our jobs. Or at least I do.It's like the weather. No one's every *really* happy with the weather. It's either too sunny, too hot, too humid, too wet, too cold...too freaking something.Same goes with our jobs....too boring, too busy, too slow, too hard, not enough pay.What I wonder, is why should parenting be any different? How exactly is complaining about this 'job

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Ever have one of those days you wish you could start over?It used to be, you know, days before kids, you had options when you woke up on the wrong side of the bed. If a workday, you could call in sick and stay in bed all day or go shopping or go to the gym or do whatever it is that you used to do to shake the crabbies away. If a weekend, you could just pull the covers over your head and go back

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The humble potatoA potato,a skewer, an old fashioned counter mounted apple slicer, some batter and some oil and humble the potato is no more.

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Apparently the average American sees approximately 5000 advertisements a day - that's a lot of persuasiveness. Now, this isn't necessarily your old-school 30 second TV or radio clip. No, this includes all sorts of advertising, including that orange and white B you probably didn't even notice at the top of this page. Yes, that one. The one that lets you know that this blog is sponsored by Blogger.

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School holidays and once again it's raining! Not sure how it is that every year during the July school holidays it rains. Not just for a day or two, but it seems like for the full 14 days! Now if I was in Vancouver or Seattle, I'd get it. It probably wouldn't even phase me, being so used to the rain. But we're living in sunny Australia right now and I've forgotten how to be a duck. Especially a

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When I was a baby, my Mom had my ears pierced. At what age, exactly, I am not sure. In fact, I'm sure I wasn't a 'baby' in the traditional sense, but I was young. Under 5 maybe? Nowadays though, piercing a baby's ears is akin to mutilation. A comment on a recent blog read: "seeing a baby with pierced ears makes my stomach churn". Come on people, really. Pierced ears is so horrible? Now the writer

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But Mommy, you said you were hungry

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So, today the first food that passed my son's mouth was a cookie, soon to be followed by another cookie. Let's just say, by the time he sat down for his healthy breakfast of mini-wheats, well, he wasn't really hungry. Surprising, no.He was of course, very hungry at snack time, which since we were at the doctor's was some other easily transportable food item (read: chock full of preservatives and

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How much does sleep cost? Well, in my house, it runs around three hundred bucks a night.With two young children, having a good night's sleep usually means something around 6 hours of uninterrupted shut eye. Or if you're really desperate it means going to bed when your kids do, around 7:30 pm so you can get sleep in the double digits!But no matter what you do, you will be woken up. Whether you've

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No, Little Miss, you don't put the ham on your head....in your mouth!!

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Flitting through Twitter and Facebook, as you do, you are never really prepared for anything more moving than "need caffeine to get through the day" "kids driving me mad" or some helpful soul trying to sell you something or other. My online surfing is done sporadically throughout the day, stolen moments here and there. Never really thinking I'll stumble across something of significance or moving.

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So Little Mr. Man thinks it's fun to smell like a hobo. He must, otherwise why would he insist on peeing in his pants?OK, so yes, next time round I'll pay more attention to the know-it-all-adults who say you should not follow the child's lead, in terms of TT, but rather wait until they're 3 (for boys at least, so really what am i saying, there won't be a "next time round" because i only have the

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Some days you just have to let things go. You know, life is way too short to police a 3 year old and a 1 year old. What good is it to be those ages, if every once in a while you can't just let loose. You know, fling your toys in the air, stomp around and well, act like the zoo animal you are. This picture is a small example of what happens when you take a "laissez faire" approach to parenting!The

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I recently came across an article about Ellen Pompeo and her approach to motherhood. Or more accurately her approach to feeding her baby. It's lovely that Ms. Pompeo vows not to feed her daughter (Stella Luna) any junk food. I commend her. And really I felt the same. With my son, I even suffered through watching him throw countless meals on the floor, that I'd worked so hard to prepare. It really

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I tried to write a list on the perils of being an older mother, but kept on coming back to reasons why it actually isn't such a bad thing. So here you go: 10 reasons why having kids later in life isn't such a bad thing:1. you don't care that you don't get to out to clubs any more. Been there done that.2. you don't care that you spend most of your days in daggy clothes. 3. you've proven yourself

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Every month my beautiful Donna Hay magazine arrives replete with food porn to shame the best of us. Utterly amazing pictures depicting the "special made simple" selected to tantalize wannabe gourmets. My monthly ritual is to leave the magazine around the kitchen for a few days, then the dining room table and then the lounge. Notice how each week the magazine migrates further and further from the

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I feel my Mommy mojo coming back. Well, I did, at least for about an hour the other dayI mean I really had it going on. Made goop (cornflour & water, even added some food colouring), had the kids enthralled. No kicking, no screaming, no fighting...for nearly an hour!! It was GREAT!! And then, it was over. The novelty of the goop wore off. I could no longer tell what colour the kids' clothes were

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This was one of the winning posts! As the big 40 is less than a month away, I've been giving a lot of thought on how to be just a little bit healthier. Let's face it, the cards are stacked against me as it's hard to teach an old dog new tricks, so these tips are very simple and hopefully easy to incorporate into your life. Notice I say nothing about drinking less wine ;-)1. Walk instead of Drive.

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So Little Mr. Man started pre-school yesterday. What a momentous day! I think he was a little nervous, but you never could tell, because as soon as he found the box of trains & train tracks he let go of my hand and was off. As I stood there watching him, trying to ingrain the moment in my mind (because of course I forgot my camera AND phone at home), I couldn't help but feel proud of him and

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At Little Man's activity this morning, I was "that" mother. New term, new location (closer to home), same company. As I walk up and see which group my darling son has been placed with, I am horrified...all the other kids in the group looked SO YOUNG. how will these children challenge my son and push him to do his best? It looks like they've only just learned to walk, let alone run, jump, hop on

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i am slowly recovering from the Little Man's 3rd birthday. We had an awesome Dinosaur themed birthday party, complete with dinosaur cake, dino volcano toss and pin the horn on the triceratops. For goody bags, the kids were each given a space and bucket filled with sand with little dinosaur treasures buried for them to discover at home.On his actual birthday we spent something like 8 hours at the

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Trying to avoid all things branded, a couple of months ago I planted the idea of a dinosaur themed party with my soon-to-be-three year old for his upcoming birthday party. I knew that if I didn't plant something soon we'd be having a Thomas the Tank Engine party and I'd be making a train cake...again. So, at the time, the dinosaur theme seemed like a good idea. As did the non-branded thing. Until

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So my not-yet-three-year-old is channeling his future teenage self. (Or maybe that's my old teenage self!). From morning to night he challenges me. On the one hand, I'm proud of him. You know, it's because of his brilliance that every step of the way he asks me "why" and questions my every move. His desire for independence and natural ability to lead causes him to ignore most of my requests...

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Seriously. My lovely, beautiful, sweet, loving, caring and wonderful little man broke me today. Seriously. I'm not sure if it was the 6 changes of clothes (care of sudden fear/dislike/??? of the toilet), the hitting, bashing or name calling...but he broke me. So bad that I broke down in tears at the MAC Cosmetics counter (yes, although broken, I am fortunate to have a husband to come home early

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I was once told to help Mr. Man feel more secure and less antagonist towards his sister, I needed to spend at least 20 minutes of quality time with him, alone without said little sister. Easy peasy!The caveat: it has to be doing something HE wants...so, 20 minutes each day of watching him play trains, trying to join in, only to be told I'm not doing it right, followed by "mom play trains" (after

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I did my hair, put on make-up, even put on jewelry other than my standard,-always have on-necklace. At the outset, my clothes were clean. Throughout the course of the day I have been peed on, puked on, had food spit into my hand, pooped on, kicked, punched and spit on. Needless to say, I'm not so sure why I made the effort and more so, why all the other women in this area do? Personally, I find

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...to get out of the house. In the past couple of months I have gone to Bikram's Yoga--you know the one, 26 postures in 38 degree heat (plus humidity); Power Yoga (more downward dog than Lassie did in her lifetime); Spin Cycle (with seats so hard the pain in your ass takes away from the pain in your legs) and started running, all in the name of escaping the four walls I call home and all that

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Ah, the summer of 1980, how I remember it well...and shudder with horror whenever I do! You see, that summer was my very first summer at sleep-over camp. It was to be 2 full weeks of Fun! Fun! Fun! Instead it was 2 full weeks of absolute, non-stop misery, that will only ever be healed by a couple of years of therapy.Why, you ask, was this such an awful summer camp experience, whose scars have

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OK, so I don't like reptiles. Any kind, whether they are harmful or not. It was only about 5 years ago that I could even say the word "sn*ke". Seeing it in print still gives me the chills. So you can just imagine my despair when I walked into the house, after taking smelly nappy bags to the bins, to see a baby blue tongue lizard writhing on the floor of my front entrance. My black cat clawing it,

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When Mr. Man started solids I was apprehensive to make my own 'baby food', especially when it came to meat & chicken. For some reason I was grossed out about pureeing steak, and there was no way I was going near fish. However, I slowly got over my disgust and started to make his meals. I even bought a cookbook for babies & toddlers, dutifully going through it, trying out different recipes and as

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4 days into 12 days of solo parenting and I'm ready to pack it in. That or eat 3 chocolate bars and drink about 5 martinis. And then pack it in.We have entered the WHY phase with gusto. So much so, that the other morning, when Mister Man woke up at 4:30 in the morning he was replete with them. Me: Sweetheart, you've got to back to bedMM: Why?Me: Because it's the middle of the nightMM: Why?Me:

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In the last two days I have cleaned up more poop & pee off floors, carpets, shorts, underwear, toys and patio stones then I'd care to admit. I've also had less sleep than most people nap.My food intake has revolved around 1 food group, sugar, and my liquid intake has all been caffeinated.My son told me that today he likes me, no in fact he loves me, but lots of weeks he doesn't really like me.My

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It is only 9 am and I feel like I'm ready for lunch, I've been up that long! OK, maybe not lunch, but I'm already on my second cup of caffeine and could use another. OMG why oh why does Mr. Man think it's OK to rise before the roosters? The last few mornings he's been waking up at 5:40, this morning it was 5:20. As said in Planes Trains & Automobiles "you're going the wrong the way"!! After a

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Australia Day came crashing down to a bitter end this year when Mr. Man decided that it was OK to bite down, hard, on Little Miss' hand. And I mean hard...No blood, but imprints that lasted for a very long time. Really, this should not come as a surprise to me though. All my life I've been reminded of the time, when, as a mere 1 year old (with a full set of teeth apparently), I chomped down so

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Little Mr. Man is not even 3 years old, yet has the attitude of a 15 year old. After calling him to the dinner table tonight, his response was "I can't hear you". "I can't hear you"?!!! Are you kidding me? How does a not-even-three-year-old learn to dish out that kind of attitude? And this is from the boy child; can't wait to hear what the girl child will be coming out with once she learns to

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For the last few weeks Little Miss has been showing off her yoga skills: downward dog, table, plank, etc as well as showing off her gracefulness in getting from these positions back to sitting. She’s been working on her bum shuffle and arm reaching to get at things just out of reach. Over the last few days all of this has come together and she is now officially crawling. It appears that she is

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For some summer is the season of choice. For others, like myself, it brings on the dread of having to go to the beach and be seen with not enough clothes on. Over the years I have been been able to get out of going to the beach without much hassle, however, now that we live in Australia (without air conditioning) and have 2 kids, the beach and summer are synonymous and not going is simply not an

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Poor little man has been over tired for over a month! He had a very exciting visit with his cousins but between that and dropping his afternoon nap he has been a very cranky, over tired, hard to handle 2.5 year old!!I am happy to say that we are on our way to getting him back under control and catching up on some of that missed sleep. Last night was stellar - a solid 11 hours!! Little Miss is

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haven't seen them, but apparently mini-bras or crop-top style bras are being marketed towards toddlers. Now being the mom of a 2.5 year old I'm a bit surprised that this is such an issue - so far my toddler doesn't go to the shops and pick out his own clothes. Should the manufacturers of these products really be blamed or the parents that think this is appropriate or even necessary for their

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When Little Mr man decided it was a good time to be toilet trained I was not really sure. I'm from the school of thought that TT could wait until he was 10...why not. Seemed like A LOT of work, let alone with a 3 month old in tow. But alas, the boy speaks and we must listen.We've been going at it for a little over a month now and I guess we're seeing progress. Just now he told me he has "holding

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Little Mr. Man has a great imagination, but where's the fine line between imagination and fibbing or out right lying?On our walk the other day he was telling me about the Monster he saw when we turned the corner, describing in detail the colour and what it was doing. it was a friendly monster. it was green. it was on the road.This is fun and the type of story telling I expect. What I didn't

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After going away for a two week holiday and taking somewhere near 1000 pictures I have a constant nagging feeling like I'm forgetting to do something. Oh right, do something with the damn pictures!Now don't get me wrong, they are off the camera and I've even uploaded them to facebook and Flickr. But you see, while we were on holidays I was talking about making a photo album for Mr Man, so the

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I never really paid much attention to sleep before having kids. I mean, I used to get a lot of it. Probably more than your average person. I really really really like(d) it. But with children sleep becomes something different. And I'm not even talking about my lack of it. It is often the first thing people will ask you when they see your newborn. "Oh, what a cutie" they'll say, promptly followed

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It has been such a long time since I've posted anything. I'm a little surprised the blog is still here...I guess, where would it go?Well, my darling son never did drop that midday nap, thank goodness, and I now have a darling daughter to wish about being a better mother to :-)I just came across this video Extreme Makeover: Toddler Edition | momlogic.com, which I'm sure is a lark, but makes you

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We struggled a couple of days last week, but I chocked it up to the heat as later in the week he started to nap again. We are now enjoying the same struggle this week, and yes, it is still hot, but...but I fear we are coming to the end of midday naps.How can this be. He's not even 2. I'm pregnant. I need my 2 hours in the middle of the day to...to do things. Ok, maybe not actually do things, but

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I love being a Mom. It's the best job ever. Yeah, I know the hours are long, there really isn't an exit clause but the rewards are worth every second. I keep reminding myself of this as I try, desperately try, and crack my one year old's habit of picking his nose!"He does it out spite." "He does to get attention." "it's a power thing" "He does it because he can". "It feels good".You name I've

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I spent the better part of early Sunday morning searching the net for the perfect playground. You know, the one that's shaded, has the rubber on the ground (to help prevent serious injury when DS falls), has lots of swings and things for toddlers, perfectly manicured lawn surrounding it, with no dog poo, needles or other unsavoury items...I found what i thought would be the perfect place, and it

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Maybe tomorrow...you know for well over a year now, there's barely been a day that the phrase "maybe tomorrow I'll do a better job at/be a better mother...." hasn't flicked through my mind. Now that I've decided to put fingertips to keyboard, I've stopped thinking like that. Maybe blogging is the cure to guilt?...nah. Maybe I've simply just been too tired and busy of late to pause long enough to

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Patience, on the best of days, is not my strong suit. I have, however, gotten much better over the years and sometimes even delude myself into thinking that I may actually be a patient person. I am not.It is not for a lack of trying. I fear this lack of patience haunt me as I try and be a good role model for my DS.I went for blood test yesterday...now I know from previous experience, whether in

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Without fail, I'll be about 2 minutes away from the house and I'll realize that I left Ryan's carefully prepared and packed food on the kitchen counter. Do I turn around, drive back to the house, take him out of his car seat, rummage through my purse/diaper bag for house keys, run into the house and get his food, then put him back in the car seat and go on our merry way? Or do I keep on driving

Maybe Tomorrow I'll be a Better Motherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11707551826470271421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454060169237009657.post-7507863868888099442008-01-08T20:01:00.000-08:002008-01-09T03:16:48.257-08:00

Maybe tomorrow.......I’ll sit and play with you instead of checking my friends’ status updates on Facebook;...I’ll play with you instead of talking on the phone;...I’ll pick you up every time you whinge, cry, make a whiny;...I’ll cook all your meals from scratch instead of feeding you commercial baby food;...I’ll do your laundry, fold it and put it away before the cats sit and shed all over it;..

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