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You Know You’re a Mom When

You know you’re a mom when…

You begin calling your husband “daddy”

You stay up until 9pm watching Netflix and call it a wild night

You consider putting make-up on in the car an occupational hazard

You know you’re a mom when…

You call getting four hours of sleep in a row a “good night”

You can sing along to all the lyrics from “Frozen”

You become used to random people catching glimpses of your boobs

You know you’re a mom when…

You resort to washing yourself with baby wipes

You consider castoffs and crusts to be lunch

You can’t shake the feeling that you smell like poop (oh wait, what’s that on your sleeve…)

You know you’re a mom when…

You hear your baby crying when no one else can hear it

You ache when they fall and hurt themselves

You have busy hands, full arms, and a warm heart



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What Sofia Says, Part 2

I had an amazing 28th birthday today. Greeted in bed with cuddles and presents, caffeinated thoroughly, and snowed upon while enjoying adult company and watching my kids relish the fresh powder. To make things even better, I got to spend the afternoon inside our warm, cozy and festively decorated home with my mom and kids. Topped off with an at home “date” with my hubby it was a pretty rockin’ day. And then I checked my e-mail. An unwelcome letter sent me off my happy but rather than go to bed filled up with pent up stress and fury, I decided to work with my husband on another “What Sofia Says” post. It can’t help but rekindle the joy that has marked this birthday.

When trying on her new dress: “I’m handsome like daddy.”

In response to the questions, “am I your big strong mommy?”: “No, you’re my big shiny mommy”

During potty training, running around the house in the buff: “I’m a naked girl!!!”

When reading about the nativity: “That’s Mary, that’s daddy, and that’s baby Ezra” (FYI Ezra is the newest addition to my sister’s pod of boys)

While practising the alphabet: “That’s “A” for Thomas” (every letter is “A” and every other is for Thomas, the tank engine that is).

At the dinner table when given a small pickle: “Awwww, it’s a baby pickle, snooki snooki. I’m going to eat you” (when I’m “attacking” the kids with cuddles I call them “snookle-doodle-berries” or “snookis” for short. In case you are worrying, I do not eat them afterwards).

While pulling the cat by it’s neck onto her lap: “I want you to be my friend Sheba!” in an aggressive, loud voice.

About our weekend plans: “We’re going to the Christmas tree patch!”

When I got into the car with a shopping bag of Christmas presents: “I want them! I want them!” When told she would have to wait until Christmas, replying with an impish smile and “helpful” intentions: “I’ll carry the bag for you mommy.”

While walking around the clothes section of the grocery store, touching the fabric: “ooh, beautiful fabric. Oh, it’s gorgeous. So pretty.” (she’s been to the fabric store with me a time or twenty, my little mimic)

While throwing herself into my arms for a hug: “I love you mommykinsers!”

Once again Sofia, I thank you for the joy you bring to my life on a daily basis.


PS. You forgot your sunglasses at our house Auntie Sherry.

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“Crafty Little Jerks”

Why is there broken glass all over my bathroom floor as we speak?

Because as an article in the National Post recently stated, cats are “crafty little jerks”.

And I have two of them living in my house.

If you have ever shared a house with a cat, you will get the humour in this video:


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I have to say that lately I have been feeling distinctly more mama and distinctly¬† less DIY/Decorating lady. Not to say that my evenings aren’t often dedicated to DIY projects (to be posted soon), but that the conversation I am generally engaged in 10 hours per day goes something like this:

S: Where did the clown go mommy?

Me: He’s back at the store.

S: Where did the clown go mommy?

Me: He’s still at the store.

S: Where did the clown go mommy?

Me: To the moon.

S: No mommy, he’s at the store.

S: Where did the clown go mommy?

Me: Please be quiet I’m trying to feed Charlie and put him down for a nap.

S: Where did the clown go mommy?

Me: Where do you think he went?

S: He’s at the store.

S: Where did the clown go mommy? (pulling at my shirt) Where did the clown go mommy.
Where did the clown go mommy ad infinitum.

If you have a two year old I’m sure you can relate to the extreme excitement I feel when my husband walks in the door at 5 o’clock, when the next door neighbor comes over after school to watch the kids, or when I come in contact with anyone over the age of 12.

*Oye! I’m cooking dinner while I’m writing and I just burnt the perogies. Lesson noted: don’t blog while cooking.*

Here’s to adult conversation and have a good night!

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What Sofia Says…

I needed a laugh this morning as so I began collecting in my mind and on paper things that my daughter has said that crack me up. Perhaps you need a laugh today as well.

What Sofia says…

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On my reaction to bashing our car into the side of the garage: “What’s a shit mommy?”

On her less than favourite new pants: “No! Those pants have wedgies in them!”

After being given a treat: “I NEED more candy mommy!”

Approaching the communion table at church, loudly: “Beer!”

To the rector after taking communion wine: “I need more beer.”

On our “broken” internet: ” Daddy fix it with tape.”

When daddy came home with a new hair cut: “Your hair is all gone daddy. You’re handsome”.

While learning about reflections: “Look, it’s the moon’s erection!”. Looking into the mirror, “there’s Sofia’s erection, there’s mommy’s erection, there’s Charlie’s erection, there’s lambi’s erection” (clearly we need to work on the pronunciation)

Alerting us to the fact that she is awake from nap: “Roar!!!! I’m a tiger!”

Upon being asked what she is telling a story about: “I talking about Jesus. Swish, swish, clank. Calliou. Swish, swish, clank. Our Father who art in Heaven”.

After accidentally being dropped, on her head, from her Auntie’s lap: “I went kerplop!”, with a giant grin on her face.

On my slightly less than shaved armpits: “Mommy, you have fur in your arm pitties”.

About taking transit: “Mommy, I love going on adventures with you” (okay, that one is just heartwarming)

Here’s to you Sofia!

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