Tuesday, February 18, 2014

The Food Warden aka Mommy aka Mom Mom Mom Mom Mom…

Hi friends,

At this exact moment in my life, I feel like The Food Warden. My days seem to centre around other people’s food requirements. I shop for food, I prepare food, I try to get my offspring to ingest an acceptable amount of food, I clean a ridiculous amount of food from the floor, furniture, myself, them, then I have to deal with the after effect (diaper changes and potty breaks) and I have to start the cycle all over again. I understand of Sisyphus felt. The ironic thing is that I often forget about feeding myself. Most days, I do not get to sit down until the baby’s nap time and that’s when I need to take care of work stuff and other household chores. At that point I usually realize that I have not eaten. I have good intentions, I either make myself something and forget about it or assemble the ingredients but get distracted.

I have forgotten what it is like to consume an entire meal without being interrupted and while that meal is still at the right temperature. Someone ALWAYS needs something. Even if I end up eating dinner after the kids go to bed, I am usually rushing because something always needs my attention. I am so looking forward to the day when both kids can feed themselves. Please tell me that day will come! Until then, I will eat when I can. You would think from the amount of meals I miss that I would be size 0. Alas, that is not the case.

I'm done, now what?

This is where I put food for throwing at Mom. 

I ate some things but not the same things I ate yesterday, Tomorrow I will mix it up by refusing to eat something I said I loved today.


Thursday, January 23, 2014

I Belieb...

Hi friends,
I have been totally slacking on posting but it took Bieber to get me back (unfortunately). I have never been a fan and quite frankly the little punk annoys me. I know I’m showing my age with that last statement but he inspired me to rant. I feel like I can predict exactly what is going to happen based on all of his shenanigans to date. I really believe he has been allowed to run wild and grow a man sized ego for his boy sized maturity because he is a paycheck. A lot of people make a lot of money off him. However, this does not or should not account for his overblown sense of entitlement. I feel like he has been allowed to become out of control because his story will be more interesting and it will allow his team to manufacture a more compelling story than “overgrown child who had peaked at 19.” I am sure the Justin “cover his ass” team is working nonstop to spin the next chapter. Here is how I think it will all go down:
  1. Justin goes to rehab- exhaustion, alcohol abuse etc.
  2. Justin flies under the radar for an appropriate period of time. 6 weeks?
  3. Justin is apologetic, remorseful even. At least in public.
  4. Justin has renewed his belief in god. He may even get a few new religious tattoos, be spotted leaving church with his mom, grandparents, dad, siblings…
  5. Justin does an interview with Oprah or some other news outlet. He discusses how he lost his way, started hanging out with the wrong crowd, was negatively influenced etc. He still mentions all that he has accomplished at his young age and how he worked so hard and was misguided on how to blow off steam and relax. He also conveniently plugs his next project.
  6. Justin debuts new album and accompanying documentary. The album will have a more mature sound and his songs will talk about his past struggles and how he overcame them blah, blah, blah.
  7. The Believers eat it up. Justin goes on tour and becomes bigger than ever.
I really hope that I am wrong and this it all goes down differently but I am too cynical. He should take a few years off and grow up, out of the spotlight. I don’t think his team will allow him to go down the Lindsay Lohan highway but he is certainly taking some of her side roads.


Friday, November 22, 2013

I'm always tired...

Hi friends,
It’s been a really long time since I’ve written. I don’t have a good reason, just excuses, two kids keep me busy, I’m always tired…blah blah blah. I also procrastinate and quite often fall asleep with my laptop, iPad, phone on top of me, all the lights on, TV blaring. Glamorous life I live, right? This morning I got a new twitter follower (hello @Travelbugbaby) who left me a very sweet message about this blog. It gave me the kick I needed and even better, inspiration to write again.
Mommyhood isn’t glamorous at all for me but it makes me feel good. There is so much work ALL THE TIME but there is so much love too. I love the little snuggles and hugs and sloppy kisses. Noah is almost 3 ½ and he is always talking up a storm. Every day there is something new in his vocabulary and his deductive reasoning always amazes me. The terrible twos were rough and so are the tumultuous threes but we have our moments of sanity. I try to sneak in solo dates with him too. It usually involves trips to Target to look at Skylanders or toys but I will take that over no time with him, even if it means delaying bedtime a little. My little boy is becoming such a little man.
Julia is turning 1 next month (bawling my eyes out over that). I cannot believe how my time with my little kidlets flies by. She is walking (practically running) and is becoming a cheeky little monkey. She lights up at the sight of Baby Daddy and gets really mad of he doesn’t pay enough attention to her. Right now, as I’m writing this, she is taking the play room mat apart, holding the pieces high above her heard and walking around scream singing. I wish I knew what was going through her head.
I love being a mom, it’s the only thing I was ever sure that I wanted to do with my life but it is not a glamorous job at all. Maybe one day I will not be tired all the time. One day I will get to sleep in. one day I will leave the house without having a washcloth tucked into the front of my nursing bra because I ran out of hands and tucked it in there and forgot about it. One day…there are so many things that I want to do but today I will steal one more snuggle and a few more kisses from my babies and my Baby Daddy.
Here is a little bit of our year so far.
Sibling love.
Plotting against me.
Spontaneous moment of love. 
Dynamic duo in their "pyjama costumes."
Spider-Man and Ladybug.
Silly faces. 
Everyone sitting relatively still.



Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Coming out of hiding.

Hi friends!

It’s a really long time since I posted. I have a great excuse though.

This- as big as a whale.

Julia Rose. Born on December 27th, 2012.

To be perfectly honest, I was struggling. Struggling with going back to work full time and struggling with being pregnant and parenting a toddler.  Some people can use writing or other creative pursuits as an outlet for stress. Not me, I shut down. I lose all inspiration and the ability to string 2 words together. I could not even find the energy to bake treats, one of my favourite things to do. I did however, have the energy to eat treats.

Today, my little girl is 2 months old and I feel inspired once again to put my thoughts to paper or cyberspace in this instance. Bring a mom of 2 is tough and as clich├ęd as that is, it is true. It is also amazing. What I was not prepared for was how much I would enjoy watching my son and husband interact with my daughter.  It makes up for when I’m going batsh*t crazy from being locked inside on a snow day with 2 kids under 3.

To mark my return to more frequent posts (fingers crossed), I wanted to share a little snow day craft project that I did. I’m not especially crafty but I want to be, mainly because I love playing with a hot glue gun. I did not realise how many accessories girls accumulate. You think I would have wised up to this, being female and all and also being a little bit of a hoarder. Anyway, Julia’s accessories needed to be organised since they were all over the house. After looking at Pinterest and Google images, I decided to make something myself using leftover craft stuff I had. Here is it.

The before
Ready to glue
Added some ribbon
Used some leftover felt to embellish the lid

Headbands organized

In can storage

I also had some Velcro strips with tape on one side so I stuck it in her closet and clipped the barrettes to it. I think it’s pretty smart for someone who is not getting a solid 8 hours of sleep. Also easy to pick out barrettes to match an outfit if they are stored in the closet. 

Check back with me to keep me sane. Next week we move Noah down to 3 days at daycare instead of 5. I know, I’m asking for trouble but being on maternity leave, with a severely limited income and an extremely expensive daycare is not working out to well for the wallet, especially if I have to buy tights, headbands, barrettes  and matching shoes for each of Julia’s outfits.


Monday, February 20, 2012

Jumping on the Downton Bandwagon

Hi friends,

I have been hearing about Downton Abbey for a while now. I know it really caught on in the US but I just haven’t had the time to check it out until this weekend. Baby Daddy said “I found this British romance old time show that you might like, right up your alley.” I was pretty excited when I found out it was Downton Abbey and even more excited when he wanted to watch it with me.  So in 2 days, we watched 2 seasons and the Christmas special episode. Yes, we do have a 20 month old and no we did not neglect him. He had an impromptu sleepover with my in-laws last night and since we are young, hip and happening, we went grocery shopping, had the car washed and spent a few hours watching Downton. See? Told you we were living the life.

Much like Lost and Mad Men, I fell fast and hard for Downton. Everything, the clothes, the romance, the drama, the tension, the angst. I love it! It has been an emotional roller coaster for me too. I’ve gone from hating characters, to feeling sorry for them, to liking them to disliking them again. And again, much like Lost and Mad Men, I know I am going to go into withdrawal until new episodes come out. I can already tell that I will find myself goggling the characters just to get a fix. If only I could be obsessed with physical fitness as much as TV…

I love the contrariness of the social conventions of the early 1900s in the British aristocracy. Marriage as a business dictates who can marry whom, while keeping within social station. The marriage of lord and Lady Grantham baffles me. He married her for her money and later fell in love with her but she is American. I did not think an Earl could or would marry even an American because there was no way she could have the pedigree but I guess her dowry was large enough for him to overcome that and save his beloved Downton.   I could go on and on about the show so I better stop.

In this day if all the crap on TV, I am happy and refreshed to see something entertaining and original. The language is beautiful, the dialogue is smart and the acting is outstanding. I cannot wait for the new episodes. Until then, I will be surfing for my fix.

Dressing for dinner? Maybe if I the staff.

Great cast.

I would wear this. Well maybe not that hairstyle.


Monday, February 13, 2012

Food fixes everything

Hi friends,

I have not written in a while. I’ve been blocked. Work has been crazy and life is busy but most of all I just could not string two words together. Being blocked made me realise something about myself. When I’m stressed out, my “creative” side shuts down. I was not inspired to write or cook. Two of my favourite things to do. It’s sad because I wish that I could write and cook my stress away.  It is almost as if a part of me shuts down completely.

I just came back from a work trip and Baby Daddy had to leave on an impromptu trip this morning. We had three days together and the weekend just flew by. The Boy had his first swim lesson, we had a family function to attend and all the other errands that comes along with the weekends these days. I did have a nice surprise. Baby Daddy is going to be away for Valentine’s Day and since I was gone for last week and he will be gone for a few days this week, he surprised me with a dinner date. And then is happened…the old familiar feelings started to come back, the magic slowly started up again…

I started to feel inspired again. All it took was an amazing diner and laughing with my husband to help me feel like myself again. I’m even contemplating cooking something not boring this weekend. I must tell you about the food. Please forgive me for not having pictures. I hate taking pictures of my food in restaurants and really I was too busy diving in to remember to take photos.

We went to Scarpetta. The food was scrumptious. Baby Daddy started with the creamed polenta with truffled mushrooms (I just giggled typing that fancy term). It was soooooooo yummy. Smooth and silky and flavourful.  I had the Crispy Fritto Misto, basically friend goodness. I believe that anything deep friend is good but this was a whole other level of good. Shrimp, squid and veggies that were crisp and full of flavour without being greasy. A pleasant surprise was the prices of fried lemon. They were mellow. Not sour but still tart. Lemony without being too lemony. I don’t know how else to describe it. I think my favourite part was the fried basil and rosemary. They crumbled in my mouth and the flavours were muted without disappearing completely.

The entrees lived up to the hype from the waiter. Baby Daddy had the spaghetti. It sounded simple but was delicious! It was as If the handmade pasta taook a bath in the yummy tomato basil sauce and refused to dry itself off. Each strand of spaghetti was perfectly coated and the sauce was not acidic, like some tomato sauces can be but it was not too sweet either. I snuck a few bites. I had the agnolotti which was stuffed with a short rib and bone marrow concoction and coated in brown butter. The chef finished it with tasted breadcrumbs (I think). I loved the crispiness of the breadcrumbs but it was the filling that melted in my mouth. I’m drooling thinking about it.

And dessert…dinner is never complete without dessert. I quite often will look at a desert menu before I decide on my meal, just to make sure I save room. In a role reversal, I did not have anything chocolate but The Husband did. It was good but not my favourite part of the meal.  It was like a cross between a browning and a lava cake that didn’t quite turn out right. Mine was great. I am happy with my choice. It was a coconut panna cotta with a guava “soup” and a coconut wafer. I do not usually like coconut deserts because most have pieces of dried coconut, which I do not like. Growing up on “the islands,” I know what real coconut and guava taste like. The panna cotta was light and refreshing with a lot of coconut flavour. The guava soup was also very good. I expected it to be grainy but it was smooth and subtle. Overall, a great dessert for a diehard chocolate lover like me.

If I had to find fault, I wold say our waiter was not fully on his game but the service was still better than at most chains that we unfortunately go to, being out in the suburbs and all

I hope I did not ramble too long but I really did have a great time. It is good to feel like myself again. I need to let go of stress more and focus on what really makes me happy. Laughing with my husband and snuggling with my baby. Ah…weekend family naps, I live for thee.

P.S. The restaurant did not pay me or comp my meal, I’m gushing out of my own somewhat free will.