Shower woes


Shower Schizophrenia:The constant belief that you hear a child crying while you're trying to take a shower.

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As a first-time mum, this happened to me ALL. THE. TIME. I always made a point of showering when the baby was asleep and I always thought that I heard her crying — not to the point of running down the hall stark naked and dripping wet mind you, but enough to make me stick my head out of the shower and listen. I sometimes even turned off the water just to be sure. I stopped using the fan in case it was preventing me from hearing her cry. It was getting ridiculous.

So then I got smart and started using the baby monitor when I showered (which we rarely use at home; her lungs are strong enough that I can hear the baby cry from anywhere inside the house! It also helps that we have an open-concept layout, haha.). Even with the baby monitor on, I still thought that I could hear Bean crying, so I would stick my head out of the shower and take a quick glance at the monitor… no lights indicating any sound, so she was still asleep. At least I was a bit saner this way and could shower without turning off the water partway through.

Still, it was best when Bean got a bit older and didn’t spend all day sleeping & eating. I would put her in the bouncy chair in the bathroom with me while I showered and had what my mum calls a “mummy shower”. You know you’ve done it. Singing refrains of Old McDonald (or some other kid song) while suds-ing up your hair, peeking out of the shower periodically to make googly eyes at the baby and let her know that even though you’ve visually disappeared, you’re still right there, and managing to clean your entire body in 5 minutes, lest the baby need you. Let me tell you: it was a luxury when hubby was home on the weekend to keep an eye on the baby and I could take a glorious, relaxing, peaceful 10-minute shower with the fan on… ahhhh. Once I was back to work, I would get up and shower before Bean got up, and somehow, even though she was sleeping in a crib, I never once worried about hearing her cry while in the shower.


Jump to present-day and somehow I am right back to that meme. I’ve been sick with a bad cold for the past few days (that I caught from the rest of my family…. I mentioned it here), and although I am feeling much better, it’s still with me. I have a cough and am congested. (I’ll spare you the details, but trust me when I say that this is much better than how it was.) El was fast asleep and I decide to have a quick shower (because, let’s be honest, I need one!). I could have sworn I heard her crying almost my entire shower (even with the fan off!); not enough to turn the water off, but I sure as heck sped up my sudsing! As a second-time mum I am more realistic and realize that drying off and throwing on a bathrobe before going to pick up the baby is smarter than just booking it down the hall dripping wet. I quickly dry off and get as far as the bedroom door when I realize that there is no baby crying. Oh. Right. Good! So I go back to the bathroom and turn on the fan (since the water isn’t running, I can handle the extra noise), and the whole time I’m combing out my hair, I think I hear the  baby crying. Only she isn’t. I get dressed and go and check on a rather peacefully sleeping little heffalump. Haha, joke’s on me!

So why has this phantom crying baby returned to my shower? I might need to break out the baby monitor again until this cold disappears.

What do you mommas do with the kids while you shower? (Respond in the comments.) Apparently I’ve still got some learning to do about showering with kids underfoot (or rather, quietly asleep in a bed somewhere, haha!).

Where there’s a will, there’s a … will

Over coffee with one of my girlfriends recently, we were talking about the seemingly unsurmountable pile of things to do in our lives and how there never seems to be enough time to do it. We’re not talking about the usual things like the never-ending pile of laundry, but about the bigger to-dos, like renovating the Master bathroom (me) or making a will (her).

What??? You don’t have a will?!?!

I was shocked that my incredibly smart and savvy mother-of-two friend didn’t have a will. I got talking to some of my other mummy friends, and as it turns out, several of them don’t have a will either. How can this be???

So with them in mind, I thought it was about time to write about why (as a parent) it’s important to have a will. Even if only half of you reading this go out and get a will, that’s enough to make writing this post worth it!!! (And if you already have a will, congratulations!!!)

Reason #1: your kid(s)

“For parents, a will is the single most important thing you can do to make sure your child is cared for by the people you want if anything should happen to you.”


Seriously folks. Who would you rather decide the fate of your children: the government or you? I realize that seems a bit dramatic, but the way I understand it is this: if you have a will, you appoint a guardian to care for your children should anything happen to you. If you don’t have a will, the government gets to choose who raises your kids. Perhaps you think your sister would do a great job. After all, she already has kids and has a similar parenting style to you. But maybe the government looks at the situation and sees a stay-at-home mum in a different province from you with a husband who travels a lot for work and doesn’t think this is a good choice. They appoint your sister-in-law, who has a good income and lives in the same city, as guardian, ignoring the fact that you and her rarely see eye-to-eye and haven’t spoken in the past 6 months.

Maybe you don’t think your siblings would be the best choice. You can always appoint your parents (although I recommend choosing someone in the same generation as you, since your parents are more likely to die before you do), or a close friend. Although if you choose to appoint a close friend as guardian, don’t insist on 2 unmarried friends to share the guardianship, unless, of course, your life is going to be turned into a Hollywood rom com. 😛

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Reason #2: money for your kid(s)

Without a will “… the government will decide your child’s financial future. The government will also take a portion of your estate, as their fee.”

— Jim Yih,

Without a will, your kids might not get as much money as you want them to have. Why not? Well, for starters, the government will deduct a fee for sorting out who gets what. Secondly, it will take longer for the money to get to your kids since the government needs time to sort it all out (and if you happen to die with a 17-year-old who needs that money for post-secondary in a few months, this delay could prove costly and frustrating).

Thirdly, with the government controlling the money, your child will receive their share once they hit the age of majority (18 or 19, depending on in which province/territory you live). How many 18-year-olds do you know that are fiscally responsable? When I was in high school one of my girlfriends was dating a guy whose mother had sadly passed away when he was younger. When he turned 18, he inherited a rather large sum of money and over the next year proceeded to squander it on new sneakers, clothes, and entertainment. With a will, you can avoid this by putting the money in a trust or by specifying when the child is to receive their inheritance.

Reason #3: family heirlooms

In your will, you can specify who gets what. Sure, you might not care who gets your clothes, shoes, or trusty lawnmower, but what about the portrait of your grandmother as a baby? A watch your grandfather managed to smuggle out as he was escaping Nazi-Europe back in the day? Without a will, these things might be sold off to cover any fees or debts that remain once you die. (Of course, having proper life insurance will also help with this, but that’s a post for another day — I’m still learning about that myself!)

For example, my daughter “has” a necklace that used to belong to her great-great-grandmother. (I say “has” because although it is technically hers, it is waiting in a safe deposit box until she’s old enough to treat it with respect instead of using it as a leash for her stuffed horse.) This is not something that I want to see sold off to cover estate expenses.

Reason #4: Peace of mind

For a couple of hundred dollars ($350 according to, you can have a lawyer draft up a will that, if you’re smart about it, will function quite nicely for the next 20 years or so when you might want to redo it. You can use wording like “assets to be split equally between all of my children” to cover the possibility that you might have another kid one day (and thus save yourself another $350 down the road). For me, the peace of mind of knowing that my kids will be well looked after and taken care of (both financially and physically) was well worth the money. It didn’t even take much time — just 2 meetings with a lawyer (the first to hash out the details and the second to sign it). We made sure to get a copy made (we left the original at the lawyer’s office) and let our executors know where to find it. (Tip: Experts advise against putting your will in a safe deposit box as there are strict rules about who is allowed to open it. A better option would be a metal filing cabinet or a fire box somewhere in your home.)

Yes, you should review your will annually, but that doesn’t mean you need to change it all that often.

Reason #5: Providing for your honey

“Common law relationships … are not recognized under the Interstate Succession Act. This means that your significant other may not receive anything from your estate upon your death.”

— Jim Yih,

The quote above speaks for itself. However, as David Chilton points out in The Wealthy Barber, even if you ARE married, your spouse will benefit more from you having a will than if you don’t.  When you don’t have a will, your assets are “divided according to a rigid set of rules…  No thought is given to the … needs of the potential inheritors. For example, even if a surviving spouse needed a great deal of money for medical reasons, the estate would still be allotted according to the rules. The bulk of the estate might be tied up in a government-administered trust until the children reached the age of majority.” (Chilton, 67-8)

Need some more resources? Check out the links below:

12 Consequences if you die without a will

Why every parent needs a will

Or check out this book:
Chilton, David. The Wealthy Barber. Stoddart Publishing Co. Limited, 1996. — pages 67-70 discuss wills and the importance of having one. You might be able to find it at your local library too.

Action items:

  1. Choose a guardian for your kid(s). If you don’t have a sibling or close friend, you can always appoint one of your parents for now, but know that you will have to rewrite your will in the future as your parents age and predecease you.
  2. Choose someone to manage the money of your estate for your kids. It can be the same person as the guardian, but if you don’t think they’d be good with money (despite being great with kids!) you can choose someone else.
  3. Decide who gets what (ie. where your money & assets are going and if you want to mention any special family heirlooms). You can have it be split equally among people, or specify a certain percentage amount per benefactor (spouse, kids, charity, church/temple, etc.)
  4. Choose an executor (someone responsable for ensuring that your will gets carried out. Experts recommend someone in your generation (or younger), who lives in the same town as you. I say don’t put down your spouse or anyone else who might be too grief-stricken to want to deal with everything.
  5. Ask friends and family for a recommendation for a lawyer. Call and book an appointment.
  6. Get that will written (well, technically it should be typed), dated & signed.
  7. Tell your executor where to find your will. (If you’ve put it in a fire box, let them know where to find the key too!)
  8. Congratulate yourself for looking after future problems before they happen. Celebrate with a glass of wine (or whatever you fancy)!

What do you think? Did I miss anything? Add your inspiration in the comments below.

Remember when nighttime was for sleeping?

… or partying… but eventually after the party, you DO go to sleep, even it if’s not until after the sun has risen. 😛  For most of us, there comes a time in your life when nighttime becomes the time to sleep — whether you choose to go to bed at 9pm or at 3am, there’s something luxurious about laying down in a comfortable bed, on your favourite pillow, snug under a duvet and closing your eyes for some much-needed restorative sleep. Mmm…. just thinking about it makes me smile. (And for this sleep-deprived momma, it also makes me want to crawl back into bed, haha.)


Of course, all this changed when I had a baby. Yes, sleepless nights and functioning in a zombie-like state were my reality for a few weeks, but then she started sleeping for longer stretches. Little-by-little I stopped needing a nap every day, until eventually Bean slept through the night and life was wonderful.

Then I had a 2nd baby. The first few nights she was up every 30-45 minutes. (WTH! Aren’t babies supposed to sleep well the first night??? Maybe El’s passage through the labour canal wasn’t traumatic enough to induce a good first night’s sleep… not sure if that’s a positive or a negative.) Thankfully she improved (albeit slowly) and eventually we hit the milestone of sleeping-through-the-night! Yeeesssss! Except that it didn’t stick. It’s more like every now and then she does it… sort of like getting a free sample at Starbucks. You never know when it’s going to happen, but when it does, it’s always a pleasant surprise.


Enter cold-and-flu season. Last weekend Bean got sick… 2 days later Hubby got it… 2 days after that El got a cold too, and that’s when I stopped being allowed to sleep for more than 2 hours at a time. We’ve been using hydrasense on her and I have the humidifier going in her room every night, but poor El keeps waking up from this cold and is miserable and just wants mummy. So there has been lots of comfort sucking at night. (Did I mention that El won’t take a pacifier??? Or a bottle, but that’s a problem for another day.) Add to that mix Bean’s random night scares (not nightmares… or at least not always), and I seem to be dangerously close to zombie status once again.


Last night was a bad night for El. Tough to put down, she finally fell asleep only to wake up at 12:30am. I feed her. She falls asleep comfort sucking on the boob and then I try to transfer her back to her crib and she wakes up crying for me again (before I’ve even left the room). I try waiting various amounts of time after she’s asleep in my arms, but no matter what I do (even if it’s been 2 hours because I fell asleep in the rocking chair!) she wakes upon transfer. After trying everything (clean diaper, hydrasense, fed her twice, rocked and paced and patted and snuggled and sang and… you get the idea), I gave up on getting her to sleep in her room and brought her into our bed for some co-sleeping. Just before (or as?) I’m falling asleep I hear Bean wake up, definitely upset about something and calling for me.

I stumble down the hall into her room, climb into her single bed and start to snuggle her when she says “Mummy, I have to pee.” Right. Action required. “Ok, let’s go to the bathroom, fast fast.” (Yes, I said fast twice… after all, it was about 1:45 in the morning and I had just put in 75 minutes trying to calm down the other kid.) Thankfully we make it to the toilet on time. She asks for some water too and then it’s back into her bed. Since it wasn’t a bad dream, I tuck her in and then ask if i can go back to my bed. “No mummy, stay with me.” Sigh. Ok. So I climb into bed with her, expecting her to drift off to dreamland fairly quickly so that I can sneak back to my bed and get some sleep before El wakes up again. No such luck. Bean was not falling asleep. I can hear her tossing and turning in the dark beside me. I curl up under the covers and fall asleep myself. I wake up when I roll over and smack my head on the metal bar of her toddler rail. Ouch! Why do we still have this up? Would it hurt that much more to fall on the floor? Probably. Sigh… Ok, it can stay.

Listening to her deep sleepy breathing beside me, I get up and tiptoe back to my bed, where El is miraculously still asleep. I snuggle into the bed, only to have Hubby’s alarm wake up El (and incidentally me) 5 minutes later. I let El breastfeed in the bed as I mumble “What time is it???” I tell Hubby that I spent most of the night sleeping in Bean’s bed and am a little stiff, to which he replies “Better than sleeping in a chair, non?” I have to smile. Apparently he does notice when I go missing from the bed for long spurts in the night. And let me tell you, I am SO thankful we spent the money on a comfortable glider and ottoman (rather than just going with something that worked, or the wooden rocker I originally thought I wanted for the nursery) — as I have spent a lot of time sleeping in the chair lately!

My gem of a husband lets me sleep, gets Bean up and ready and then the two of them leave me a nice breakfast before heading off to work/school. Awww. What love!!! (I posted a breakfast pic on Instagram @theelephantmomma if you’re curious what they made for me.) So despite being stiff from spending most of my night in the rocker and in Bean’s bed, I can greet the sunny day from a happy place. (Although I am looking forward to an afternoon nap!)


What do you mommas do to survive the rough nights? Share your tips in the comment section below.

Adventures in entertaining

Last weekend we had our monthly dinner date with friends: 6 adults and 6 kids under four. A bit chaotic but tons of fun! It was our turn to host (we rotate houses each month), and although getting ready for it was a test of my patience, I’m happy to say that I survived and was actually able to enjoy the evening.

Due to unfortunate circumstances, my husband had to attend a funeral the same day as our dinner. I offered to cancel, but he is great at time management and said that we could make it work; he would be home in time for the dinner party. Normally we’re a really good team and work together to throw fabulous (or at least semi-fabulous) dinner parties, even with 2 small kids in tow. However, today, it was up to just me to get things ready. I can do this. I can simultaneously manage 2 small kids AND get everything ready to entertain. Take a deep breath….. aannnnnd GO!

Step 1: Make sure the girls are well rested to avoid any meltdowns at the party.


Ok, nap time! All 3 of us climbed into the big bed (a special treat) and I hoped we would all have a nice nap — I even set an alarm to make sure that I still had plenty of time to clean up the house before hubby got back. Well apparently I was the only one who wanted to nap. Both girls were fussing and playing and accidently bumping into me so much that I decided to pull the plug on that idea.

Next attempt: Offering to take Bean for a drive (which she usually jumps at when she’s tired and can’t shut down for a nap). Here’s how that went:
Me: Let’s go for a drive.
Bean: No.
Me: You don’t have to nap, but El needs to nap, so let’s go for a drive.
Bean: El doesn’t need to go for a drive. Just put her in the carrier mummy and she can nap on your left shoulder.
Me: Ok… yes, she will nap in the carrier, but mummy wants a coffee. Can we please go for a drive so that mummy can get a coffee?
Bean: You don’t need a coffee.
Me: But I want a coffee. Let’s go for a drive.
Bean: Daddy has coffee here, you can have some of Daddy’s coffee.

Since when did my kid get so smart? How can a 3-year-old win an argument with logic? Sigh… so I guess that means no nap. Ok Bean, if you’re not going to nap, you can help mummy clean up the house.

Step 2: Clean up the house

As per usual, there were toys everywhere. Corralling Bean to clean up her toys was an effort in patience…


I think she made a bigger mess “cleaning up” than she did playing beforehand. You know how it goes: she’s cleaning up, picks up a piece of duplo that managed to fall under the coffee table and then inspiration hits: “Mummy, let’s build a house!” While building the house she decides she needs people for the house, so back into the toy cupboard for some little people and she sees her Little People birthday party set and then wants to play with that. The birthday party needs more cake so back into the toy cupboard for some of her play food…

Ok, let Bean amuse herself for the moment while I tidy up. El was having a rather fussy day and just wanted to be held. So I put her in the carrier and then proceeded to clean up. I did the dishes, tidied the kitchen, fluffed pillows on the couch, put stray items back where they belong, and even cleaned up the boots, etc. in the front hall to make room for our guests.

Check in on Bean: She had decided to dress up for the birthday party her dolls were having. Umpteen necklaces had now joined the mess of toys on the floor as Bean wiggled into a fancy outfit from the dress-up box.

Ok, do a quick vacuum and wipe down the table, counters, etc.

Check in on Bean: at this point it was safe to say that there were more toys on the floor than put away. You almost want to shake your head at it all…

Knowing we were on a time limit and that I was dealing with someone very skilled in stall tactics, I *might* have suggested that any toys not cleaned up be put into a box in the basement. A shocked little face peeks up at me from the mess of toys on the floor. Bean, you can pick ONE thing to play with. Please put everything else back in the toy cupboard. Success!!! She chose to play with her tea set and started putting the other toys away. I seized the moment and helped her out, hoping that if we worked fast enough, she would forget she wanted to play with everything at once.

Step 3: Get dinner & drinks ready

Dinner was easy: we’d already decided that we were ordering pizza. As for drinks… with El still in the carrier I went down to the basement and lugged up the beer and then set it outside in the snow to get cold (thank goodness it’s winter!).

Check in on Bean: Playing with her tea set. JUST her tea set. I smile.

Step 4: Get me ready

Hmm… how exactly does one get changed while wearing a baby strapped into a carrier? Quick answer? She doesn’t. That’s right folks. Our friends arrived and I was wearing leggings and a t-shirt, compared to my friends in their stylish outfits, their husbands in button-down shirts and jeans. No make-up. No fancy jewelry. I can’t even remember if i brushed my hair. But you know what? It doesn’t matter; friends will love you no matter what you’re wearing. (And it’s a good thing too! These ladies know that I sometimes wear track pants to drop Bean off at school, the horror! haha — but my lack of fashion is a post for another day.)

The dinner party


Not much to say here other than us adults had a great time! So did the kids. Who wouldn’t? They had pizza, cake, and a chance to play with their friends.

You can tell that us parents don’t get out much when the kids are all whining and clearly it’s time to go home for bed (at the oh-so-late hour of 8:30pm — said tongue in cheek) and us parents are the ones asking “Do we have to go home now? Can’t we stay a little longer and play with our friends some more? Pleeeeassssse?”

All in all it was a great evening and I look forward to doing it again soon. (Especially since next time, it’s at someone else’s house! 😉  )

Homemade with love

This past weekend (with Valentine’s Day just around the corner), I decided that Bean and I should make some valentines for her friends at school. Making the valentines would give us some quality time together and besides… it’s been a while since I had some good crafting time! 😉

First, I needed a little inspiration. Specifically something easy enough for a 3-year-old to do on her own (or mostly on her own). A quick search found this:



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Easy enough, yes? Of course, I would do the words, but surely she could manage most of the rest of it. I started by showing her how to dip one finger in the paint and make a few fingerprints to create a caterpillar. Well… that was fun. So much fun, that one painting finger soon turned into 2. Thankfully I had the good sense to put an apron on her at that point, because 2 fingers in the paint soon turned into 10. Paint everywhere! Few of the caterpillars actually looked like caterpillars, but I’m creative enough that I knew I could rescue it somehow. We made a few extras just in case.


Bean’s gotten fairly good at drawing faces lately (that actually look like faces), so I thought that adding some eyes, a smile and a few legs to the caterpillars would be easy for her. I underestimated her own creativity.
“Look Mummy, this is a sad caterpillar.”
“This one is wearing a necklace.”
“This one has a really big mouth.”
“I gave this heart a belly button.”



“This one is wearing a necklace.”




“I gave this heart a belly button.”


I absolutely love how she brought her own individual touch to this project. I had long since given up hope of perfect Pinterest-worthy homemade valentines, but I’m so glad I did. What resulted was more fun and creative than what I had originally planned, and you know what? Bean is so proud of her valentines, I just know that she will be thrilled to hand them out to her classmates at school today.

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!



You can do it, momma!


This meme used to be my reality. As a first-time mum with a newborn, being dressed and showered before dinner was a major accomplishment. Thankfully, things got better and were much easier the second time around. I have survived those days when you’re so sleep-deprived you can’t even remember if you’ve brushed your teeth and I have made it to the days where there are more and more small accomplishments to celebrate. I am here to tell you that you can do it momma!

When El was only 2 weeks old, I took her with me to pick up Bean from preschool all by myself for the first time. It might not sound like much, but at the time, that one small success made me feel like superman; like I could conquer the world!


And mommas, we need to celebrate those successes! Because there will be days when your house looks like a tornado has gone through it; there will be days when you feel like if your kid has one more tantrum you’ll join her on the floor; and there will be a day when your husband comes home from work to find you exhausted and asleep on the couch while your 2-year old is busy unrolling an entire jumbo-sized roll of toilet paper, one fraction of a square at a time, so that she can clean up her dolly’s imaginary poo. (Then again, maybe that last one is just me. 😛 )

When you have those moments (or days) when you just want to scream, you need to remember your successes, no matter how small, and celebrate what you CAN do. Take the example above when Bean unrolled the toilet paper while I slept.  Yes, there was a big mess to clean up, but on the plus side, she didn’t colour on the walls, destroy any of the furniture, or hurt anyone. In fact, she found a way to quietly play by herself and let her tired pregnant mummy sleep. Clearly, I must have done something right. 🙂 And you know what? Between you and me, having had that blessed 20-minute nap made me rested enough to laugh about it instead of getting upset about the waste of TP and the mess to clean up.

So when things are going sour, just remind yourself of the good moments and learn to laugh at the oops ones. To quote @theMomsNetwork, “a bad day doesn’t make you a bad mom”. Take that to heart mommas! Sending love to all of you, especially those of you having a bad day. xoxo

Make “library, ho!” your adventure call this weekend



(photo by Barney Moss)

Ah, the library. I loved going there as a kid. Still do. There’s something calming about all of those books surrounding me, comfy chairs to snuggle up in and read, and tables at which you can do your homework or some research. I have fond memories of trips to the library as a kid: picking out my own books, seeing a puppet show, going to story time, and once I even saw a kid puke in the front foyer… greeny-beige and all over the floor. Gross. Funny how those things stick with you.

As an avid reader myself, I love reading books to my girls. True, at 5-months, El just wants to eat them, but I know that soon there will come a day when she’s just as hooked on the content as she is on the way they feel in her mouth.

Bean loves story time and will often bring me piles of books, asking for me to read them to her. Yes, there are times when reading her the same story over and over and over can get a little tedious, but that’s when I just memorize the book so that I can read it at bedtime with my eyes closed. Of course, I have been known to fall asleep once or twice while doing this, but Bean is sure to wake me up with a “next page Mummy!” Still, I really enjoy those moments when I can curl up with my daughter and spend some quality time reading together. She even takes after her grandpa and enjoys reading a book while on the potty.

Every three weeks we go on a special outing to the library (or as my 3-year-old would say “lye-berry”) and have some fun there together. She gets to pick out some books to borrow (although I usually add a few new ones to the pile as she tends to go for her favourites) and she’s even quite helpful when it comes to using the self-checkout (we use the wheelchair accessible one so that she can reach) — she does most of it herself! We make time to snuggle up and read some of the books while we’re there, and there’s usually some time for her to play with the library toys too; one of her favourites being the duplo table.

So this weekend, in honour of take-your-kid-to-the-library-day (Sat. Feb. 4th), I think that everyone should make an outing. Even if you don’t borrow any books to take home, just curling up together in an armchair to read a few new stories can be a great way to spend some quality time with your kids.


Looking for something new to read? Here are a few of the kid favourites in our house:

  • Anything by Sandra Boynton (try Blue hat Green hat)
  • The Ladybug Girl series by David Soman and Jackie Davis
  • If you give a Moose a Muffin by Laura Joffe Numeroff
  • Grandma and the Pirates by Phoebe Gilman
  • The Thomas & Friends series (Thomas the tank engine) by W. Audry



Laughter is the best solution


Being a mum is hard. Really hard. But it’s also super rewarding and better than anything I could ever imagine. Sometimes there are tears (and not just from the kids!). More often there are moments of joy. And some days I am so proud of what I accomplished that I want to shout about my success from the rooftops. I think that to be a good mum, you need to be real with yourself. Nobody is perfect. You WILL have cringe-worthy moments, but you will also have moments of pure bliss. Recognize the good moments when they happen and find a way to laugh about the bad ones. Maybe it’ll take an hour / a day / a week to see the funny side of what was, at the time, apocalyptic, but know that even the messiest moments have a silver lining. That’s what I hope to do with my blog. Write about my adventures in parenting; share the good moments, but also the not-so-good; help myself to grow as a mum by writing about these moments; and learn not only from my own experiences, but from yours too (if you’re comfortable and willing to share). Maybe you’ll laugh at me, maybe you’ll laugh with me, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll learn to laugh at yourself too. Either way, if there’s laughing involved, I’ll consider it a win. 🙂  Welcome to my blog.