I am a Stay at Home Mom. I love Chai Lattes, anything chocolate, and all of the Real Housewives. I hate cleaning bathrooms.
I've been with my husband since 2000, married since 2005, and together we have two little girls. Little Bear was born in 2009 and Crazy Plates in 2010.
This is my blog. A place where I share all the fun and frustrating things about being a Stay at Home Mom.
I hope you can enjoy, relate, and have a little laugh.
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
1. The Freshman 15. This is like the perfect storm of weight gaining. I drank more in my first year of university than I did the other 3 years combined. Add to that the requisite post-bar pizza or gyros, and a fully loaded meal card with unlimited apple crisp at Creelman Hall (go Gryphons!) and you have, the freshman 15. Or 20. Depends on how dedicated you are.
2. The First Year of Marriage. I didn't live with my husband before we got married, so for me, the next major weight-gaining event was our first year of marriage. If you lived with your husband before you got married, then that year is the year I'm referring to. When you first move in together every night is a special occasion. You bring a cake home from the grocery store to celebrate your fist week of living together. Cupcakes to celebrate putting together your new IKEA furniture. Sunday night becomes pizza night. And so does Tuesday night. You discover a great Thai restaurant around the corner from your new place, and order in every Thursday. You see where this is going.
3. Pregnancy or Baby Weight. Obviously. This one needs little explanation. I gained 50 pounds when I was pregnant with Little Bear, and 54 pounds when pregnant with Crazy Plates. Being pregnant is really a license to indulge all your crazy food fantasies, because, who is going to stop you? Want cake for breakfast? Sure! A milkshake with every meal? Why not. A sleeve of cookies before bed? If that's what baby wants, that's what baby gets. Then you give birth to a 7 pound baby and are left with 43 pounds of chocolate ice cream and French fries.
4. Toddler weight. This is the weight-gaining event that no one talks about. No one warns you about. No one wants to blame the children, but it's their fault. You've lost the baby weight, but then those babies turn into toddlers, and with the toddlers comes the toddler weight. They want the crust cut off of their grilled cheese, so you cut it off, and then eat it. They can't finish the ice cream that comes with their kid's meal, so you finish it. They require a snack cupboard filled with Goldfish and Bear Claws and Rice Crispy squares. How are you to control yourself around such temptation? You're not. That's how. When you have toddlers or other small children, there is a birthday party every other weekend. Birthday parties mean cake and pizza. You can't not eat the cake and pizza, that would be rude. Toddlers and small children create stress for parents. Stress that can only be relieved with large amounts of chocolate or entire bags of ketchup chips. Not wanting to have hot dogs for dinner yet again, you make hot dogs for the kids, eat one yourself, put them to bed, then have dinner with your husband at 9pm while watching Blacklist. Toddler weight is the deadliest of all weight-gaining events, primarily because it is completely out of our control, and because, as I see it, there is no end in sight. As kids get older they just eat more, snack more, drink more juice, cause more stress, which leads to more chocolate and more chips and more 9pm dinners in front of the TV. I'm in the thick toddler weight right now, but, as the internet community as my witness, I will beat it! I don't know how, but I will. Right after I finish this bag of ketchup chips.
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
Step 1. Stick the lollipop sticks into the Rice Krispies squares. Easy peasy.
Step 2. Melt your molding chocolate in the microwave. Use small intervals, 30-60 seconds at a time, stirring in between, until melted. Then, spoon the melted chocolate over the Rice Krispies square and use the back of the spoon to smooth it out so you have a nice, even coat and the whole square is covered in chocolate.
Step 3. Let the chocolate covered Rice Krispies squares dry on a piece of parchment paper or silicone baking sheet. I find the silicone backing sheets work best. If you use parchment paper, be sure to move the Rice Krispies squares a couple of times during the drying process to ensure they don't stick.
Step 5. Arrange the flowers in the terracotta pot, sticking the bottom of the sticks into the Styrofoam ball.
Step 6. Finish off your flower arrangement by adding in the fake flowers. And that's it!
We're going to a Valentines party with the kids on Sunday, and I'm going to bring this as a hostess gift / treat for the kiddies. If you're having a party, another idea is to put each flower in it's own mini terracotta pot as a party favour. Or, make an arrangement just for you and eat the whole thing before the kids get home from school. I was more than a little tempted to do this myself.
Happy Valentines Day!
Friday, February 6, 2015
1. In 4th year university I had a job at an all day breakfast restaurant, and my shift started at 6am. More often than not, I was out late the night before, but having to work in the morning never tamed my night time activities, and a little hangover never stopped me from serving eggs bright and early the next day. Ok, one time an order of poached eggs sent me to the bathroom to revisit my activities from the night before, but the point is I could go out all night and still function in the morning. But, now that I have kids, I just can't do it. I had a 6-year-old's birthday party at 10am the next morning, and that is something you should NEVER attempt to do with a hangover. And so, I volunteered to be the designated driver. Something I never would have volunteered to do before kids. Which brings me to difference #2.
2. There was the very rare occasion before kids that someone would drive to the bar. But never, I mean never did we ever roll up to a bar or nightclub in...a minivan. Never. Not even once.
3. My plan that night was to have only 2 drinks over the course of the whole evening, which proved to be really easy. Do you know how expensive drinks are at a nightclub? I never thought much about the cost of my watery rum and Cokes before kids, but now, well, who has that kind of money? I mean, two drinks costs as much as half a season of skating lessons. Or an Elsa dress.
4. Have you seen what the girls are wearing to the clubs these days? The shirts are cut so low, and the skirts come up so high, and what the heck is with all the side-boob? Is this really what we're doing now? Because if it is, I'd have to have my arms in the air all night because, after having breast fed two babies, that is where my side-boob is. In my armpits. I wanted to slap them on the wrists and tell them to go back to their rooms and put on some more clothes.
5. Not even before kids could I dance sober, so nothing much has changed there. What has changed is that before kids I could at least fake it a bit. But now that I have kids? The only dance moves I have in my repertoire are ones I've learned from the Wiggles.
6. Kids or no kids, there is something about a nightclub that sucks you in and then spits you out onto the street at 2:30am. What do you do at 2:30am after a night at a club? Go for pizza. We were sitting in Pizza Pizza, as we had done so many times before kids, only this time it again was slightly different. There was a guy at the table next to us puking into a napkin, thinking it was a bag. I had a candy in my purse and a Kleenex tucked up my sleeve that I so desperately wanted to give to him. I wanted to get him a glass of water, rub his back a bit, then scold him for drinking too much. Then I thought, he's puking into a napkin thinking it's a bag. I'm not going near that.
7. By the time we finished our pizza, loaded up the van and headed back to the suburbs, it was 4am. Arriving home at 4am isn't very different from when I didn't have kids, but what is different is that I crawled into bed only to be greeted by my 5 year old an hour later, and my 4 year old an hour after that. Now it's 6am and I am in bed with my husband and two kids trying to squeak out another hour of sleep before the girls are up for the day. 7am arrives and like clockwork the girls are up and ready for breakfast. I scrape last night's makeup off my face, throw my hair into a ponytail, and make breakfast. Then it's off to the 6-year-old's birthday party, but first a stop at the Starbucks drive through for a venti dirty chai, extra shot of espresso, please. While I didn't have a hangover, I quickly realized that that didn't matter. My nights of being out late and bouncing back to my old self in the morning were gone. My bounce back was gone. And so were my nights at the club.
In case you were wondering, or ever find yourself having to choose between the two activities, serving a plate of poached eggs with a hangover is way easier than attending a 6-year-old's birthday party on 45 seconds of sleep. Way easier.