When my son started dropping feeds at 10 months I turned to the internet to find out why he was self-weaning and whether I needed to supplement with anything.
What I found was an accusation that I secretly wanted him to stop nursing. At least, that’s how I took it.
Last week my daughter turned 4 and we hosted her friends (and ours) with a My Little Pony party at our home.
We had so much fun putting together the games and activities.
Here are all the details
I’m so happy I stuck with the balance bike but we almost gave up.
I was introduced to Fitness with Jules by friends when big G was still in daycare. I would bring baby G along and he would sleep in his car seat while I worked out.
When I found out I could bring both kids to class I knew this was the perfect option for me.
One thing that has me on edge is the litterless lunch idea. I don’t see the point in unwrapping a snack and putting it in a container. I feel like that defeats the purpose so I want to come up with snacks I can make from scratch instead (remember, we are only a week in to school).
I figured I could use this space to keep it all together.
Even though I’m on maternity leave I still find the week a lot easier if I can get some meal prep done on Sundays.
The theme for pretty much everything I cook is simplicity. I like easy recipes.
Here are some of my favourites.
Our almost four year old is suddenly coming downstairs after we’ve put her to bed, complaining that she can’t sleep. Either that, or she stands at the top of the stairs sobbing until one of us goes up to see what’s wrong. Here is my simple trick to help her stay in bed.
We are kind of a bunch of nerdy patriots in my house.
With that in mind, we recently started buying eggs and meat from local farmers. And when making purchases for our two kids, we always have an eye on buying Canadian-made.
For the past two weeks we have bent the rules and turned on the Olympics during dinner. I really enjoy the conversations we have with our daughter (big G) as we are watching – especially with the women dominating the games for Canada. Here’s why:
She dared me.
My three-year-old daughter dared me.
Sure, she doesn’t know what a dare is, but when I suggested she and I could make her a wooden garden box, she scrunched up her face and said “maybe daddy should do it.”
That’s all she had to say for me to get my back up. Did she think we couldn’t do it because we’re girls?