Never in my wildest dreams did I think my firstborn would ever need academic help. He walked at 11 months old, spoke in complete sentences by 18 months and knew every colour (even grey and beige!) well before his second birthday. He pee-potty trained in three days. And he had a voracious appetite for books,…
#PhotoFriday: Hot Wheels Track Builder Challenge at the CNE
Belly Bandit, B.D.A. & Mother Tucker
Remember when you first heard the word “girdle”? It sounded so old, constrictive and…ich. Thankfully, the People Who Do Marketing came up with the terms “shapewear” and “compression garments” and those of us who have a pound or two more than we should, post-partum mommies and anyone who has a couple of body bumps they…
Wordless Wednesday: Entrepreneur Barbie
Canada’s Wonderland
The first memory I have of Canada’s Wonderland is being there in pastel purple shorts with suspenders that buttoned onto them; I was missing one front tooth. It was 1981 and the park had just opened. My cousins were visiting from out of town and we took them there. I remember screaming like a baby…
Wordless Wednesday: Alice Through the Looking Glass
Wordless Wednesday: NERF Super Soaker Water Blasters!
NuuNest app (guest review)
“Saskmom” is a mother of two from, you guessed it, Saskatchewan. When she wrote this review, her oldest child was 28 months and her youngest was just five weeks old. She is on maternity leave and quickly learning what life with two kids is like. This lucky lady has a helpful husband at home and…
Pedalheads bike camp
I don’t really remember anyone teaching me how to ride my bike. I have only vague recollections of being on training wheels, but a very clear memory of the day they came off. I woke my Dad up at the crack of dawn and told him I wanted him to remove them. I think I…
#NikonMOMents, part II: Canada Day (sponsored post)
I was never more patriotic than when I left Canada to work and travel abroad for three years in my mid-20s. Being away from home soil, connected to strangers in another country by flags and shirts of red and white, is a powerful experience. I’ve celebrated Canada Day with ex-pats both in Covent Garden (a…