Z did What?!

Being a mother is hard. Add on deliberate defiance from Z and a sensitive, strong-willed S and you have a recipe for disaster.

I'll give you a glimpse of the type of defiance I'm talking about. It's the type that makes you want to pull your hair out. The destructive and completely illogical type. I laugh at the parents who say they're having a hard time with their children who won't listen to their instructions to pick up their toys, or to brush their teeth. Their cute defiance is a screaming "NO! I DON'T WANT TO. I WANT TO WATCH TV!". It's verbal defiance, or maybe their defiance is not following instructions. My Z has something I call active defiance. He goes out of his way to create disorder. But here's the catch. He's such an easy going kid. He's not angry, he's not loud. It's such a weird complex. 

So when you read the following, picture him smiling and laughing while doing it all:

1. Today he woke up before me and flushed his pajama shorts down the toilet. Gone. 

2. He wore boots and kicked S in the back 

3. He went to the kitchen and got the nutella jar, then dipped the remote control in it. 

4. He'll try peeing in the waste bin beside the toilet

5. Bath time means all the water in the tub is dumped on the floor 

6. I find food hidden in places I'd never think to look. I found a half eaten nutella sandwich in the closet. An apple hidden under a toy UNDER the bed 

7. Lately he has been coming home from school without a hat. I figured he forgets them at school, so I give him a new one to go to school with. When he comes home without a hat for the fifth time and I've run out of hats, I asked him to bring home the hats from school. His response: "they're gone". Where did they go Z? "in the garbage". Apparently while waiting for the bus, he takes his hat off and throws it in the garbage. Every day. 

8. I just bolted to the kitchen as I was typing this post because I saw him dumping pancake syrup into the sink. And the floor.

I have to go clean the floor now. 

Thanks for reading and pray for my sanity. 

Ridiculous Reasons why S cried this week

Toddlers. If you have one or know one, you've seen the tantrums they're capable of throwing and you think Oh no something really awful must've happened, I hope they're ok. 

S is the queen of tantrums. She wants to be independent, but she's so tiny. Being a toddler is a very confusing stage. They want to explore, but 90% of their exploration is dangerous. So when we try to stop them, they hate us for it.

Here are some reasons why S hated me this week:

1. I won't let her hold my hot coffee mug when it's full

2. The smoothie isn't coming up the straw fast enough

3. I wouldn't let her stab me with a fork

4. I wouldn't let her eat toilet paper

5. I wouldn't let her drink hand sanitizer

6. I asked her if Z could watch a video with her

7. I told her she has to wear pants before we go out.

8. Z sat beside her on the couch

9. Someone sat in the passenger seat in my car

What did you just say? Awkward edition

Lately Z has been commenting on people's appearances and belongings IN FRONT of them. It's horribly awkward. Especially because he looks older than his age. So he should know better. But he doesn't.

Here are some of the things he's said:

1. Today I took him swimming. There was a young woman there swimming. He seemed to enjoy her company and she was friendly with him the entire time. As we were leaving and we passed her, he goes "I don't like that lady". I almost died out of embarrassment.

2. Elevator rides are already awkward. Where do you look? What do you do with your hands? On top of that, I have a kid who decides to say this beauty after an elderly man entered, "He smells bad".

3. Again with the elevators. A man enters holding a small-ish leather bag. Z inspects the bag, points and then says, "That's a girl's bag".

4. While waiting for the elevator along with another person, (I think moving away from condos will eliminate the awkward elevator encounters) Z lets one rip. He proudly boasts "I tooted! I farted mommy!" People will think I reward this behaviour judging by how excited he was. He said it like he got an A on an assignment.

5. Z has a friend with long hair. His friend recently cut his hair. When I brought up his name to Z, he said "(Bob) was a girl and now he's a boy". So apparently, gender to him is based on the length of one's hair.


That's all for this week's edition of "What did you just say". Thanks for reading! 

Picture Timeline

One of the many things parents worry about is whether or not their kids will get along. I panicked about that for a while before S came along. Yes, there are times (every day) they fight, but at the end of the day, they love each other. Every time Z leaves for school, S cries. When I tell her it's time to pick him up, she cannot hide her excitement. The first thing Z does when he wakes up is check on S. He runs to her when he hears her wake up. Sometimes he runs to her to give her a big hug and says "I love her". I pray that they will continue to be close for many years to come.

Here's a timeline of S and Z's time together:

The first time they fell asleep together. 

One month: Cautiously curious. Slowly warming up 

Two months: First time sharing a toy

3 months: Holding. 

3 months: Admiring

4 months: I'm not sure if this is nuzzling or what, but it happened a lot. 

5 months 

6 Months 

8 months 

8 Things about S and Z

I'm always complaining. My friends and family can attest to that. When bad things happen, it's so easy to get pick up the phone and vent. But who needs to vent when good things happen? That's called boasting. Today I will boast.

10 8 Things I love about S and Z 

1. Z has a unique way of looking at life. Which make the things that come out of his mouth all the more hilarious. He sees a lot of what we miss. He's my second pair of eyes. 

2. S pushes the pimples on my face and says "beep beep". She really thinks they're buttons. 

3. Z surprises me every day. His incredible memory puts mine to shame. He can remember what you wore last year on July 14th, 2014 and what you said and did. He can remember which cars I parked beside last week at the grocery store. He can also tell you if they had winter tires or not. 

4. Whenever S is eating and there's a person within two feet of her, she has to feed them. Sharing her food is imperative and she will not let you go without a piece of it in your mouth and you're actively chewing. 

5.  Like many other four year olds, Z has quite the imagination. It's always fun to see what he will imagine, especially if he makes me a part of his plan. Yesterday he insisted I was a Don Cherry bobble head and he was an inflated Gorilla on the roof. 

6. Since S was a baby and was able to sit up, she has picked up tiny things off her surrounding area and has eaten more than I'd like to admit. (There may or may not have been wrappers in her diaper once). Because of this habit she's encouraged me to vacuum and sweep way more often than I normally would. *positive twist on her annoying habit*

7. Z is my energizer bunny. Because of his never-ending source of energy, he encourages me to get out more to burn some of his fuel. Otherwise I'd totally hermit for the rest of my life.

8. This is harder than I thought. Especially when my coffee reserves are running so low and I'm tired. S and Z find joy in the little things. Seeing S's face light up when she hears a dog bark and she looks at me gleefully and says 'daw?', or when Z runs to the window to see the fire engines drive by when he hears sirens. It's those little things that they find joy in that puts life into perspective again. 

When I say "guess where we're going?", both their ears perk up and they stop everything they're doing. "We're going to the throw out the garbage". S waddles over with a massive smile on her face and says "Eww" (Her word for garbage is ew, how fitting) and waits at the door. Z's already waiting with his boots on at the door and a garbage bag in his hand (I'm not making this up, this stuff happens). You'd think I said we're going to Disneyworld. I'm telling you, it's the little things.

On a more serious note, whatever life trajectory you're on, whether it's a job, a baby, or even a relationship, it's important to look at both sides of the fence in order to find your balance. All too often we're looking on one side. Worrying and stressing over the negative. This focus overshadows the positive and we forget it's even there. So for my S and Z, I will try to look at your positive side more often. Love, Mom.

About Us

Who are we? And why am I doing this?

I'm a full-time mom of two silly, wild, incredibly awesome kids. Every mom says that about her kids, but I'm serious. These kids are wild.

Z is four. If he had the freedom to do what he wants, he would live in a trampoline park and bounce his way through life. He is truly a ball of energy.

S is one. her favourite thing to do is follow me around and make sure she gets into everything I do. Her other hobbies include taking toys from Z, and eating tissue paper.

They say writing is therapeutic. So instead of going to a therapist, I'm writing a blog about the two little people who will undoubtedly have me admit myself to a pychiatric facility. 

My monsters 

If you're not with-child and are considering the possibility of conceiving, this blog may have you thinking twice about having your own. You've been warned.


Children are only young for a short period of time. This blog is intended to share the special moments with family and friends. I will share my experiences parenting two very different personalities,  their quirks and adventures. 

What Did you Just Say?

The past few days Z has been saying some seriously noteworthy stuff. Since he does this so often, I'll be making this a weekly feature. 

Here are his recent ones:

• We live in a condo overlooking the lake.  On really cold days, part of the water freezes and looks cracked and really cool. But to Z, well...let him explain it in his words: “Daddy, the lake is clogged.”

•    After peeing a few minutes before, he tries to go pee again. He comes running with his pants down saying “my pee broke, my pee broke!” I respond, what do you mean it broke? And he says “no pee coming out, it’s broken” Sigh. I had to explain that pee doesn't come out on demand and that he needs to drink water if he wants to pee again

•    Every now and then I straighten my hair. One time after showering, Z stares at me for a bit before saying this gem “Mommy, your hair got ruined” I laughed and laughed before I realized I was insulted. He thinks my curly hair isn’t nice. Hmph

• He’s recently taken a liking to Hazel Mccallion (don’t ask). After looking at some pictures of her on Google, he goes “Hazel Mccallion has dry skin”...I had to explain what wrinkles are and how it’s different than dry skin. 

• Another unusual new favourite of his is Don Cherry. He'll scrunch his face, use his finger as a mustashe, growl and say, "I'm Don Cherry, I'm angry" 

      That's all for now. Thanks for reading, hope to see you back here again!