Hockey is a big deal in our home. We can’t get through a day without someone playing some form of hockey. Road hockey, floor hockey, ice hockey, we even tried field hockey today up at the University (4yo totally vetoed that, he said it was too slow which it’s not but whatever). With this fierce hockey obsession it is no surprise that when the Vancouver Canucks play an early game it is on in our home. Like tonight, the Canucks are playing Anaheim and the game started at 5pm so, of course, we are watching. Just a few minutes ago, read more…

My four year old is in love with his little sister. It is a big love that explodes out of him and he can’t help but express it on a regular basis. He often leans over her and says things like: You are the most beautiful girl in the world, I love you sooooooo much! Ooooh you are so pretty Poppy! You are the most special girl! I love you so much that when I grow up I am going to be your Daddy. Mommy when I grow up I am going to marry Poppy & she is going to read more…

Let’s start this New Year off with a bang… or how about a spank. Oh come on, you know you like spanking. What??? You don’t? Are you thinking I am losing my mind? Perhaps I am, after all I am consistently sleep deprived these days. But no, I am not losing my mind and I promise this is going somewhere. Today I make my radio debut as a guest on Real Parenting with Shirley Broback on CFax 1070 from 10am-11am. The good news is, the show was pretaped on Dec 16th so the hard work is already done. The bad read more…

So you have probably noticed I have been a bit M.I.A. when it comes to blogging over the last few months. It wasn’t just blogging, I have been unable to write in general and it was very depressing. Every time I thought about sitting at my computer I felt totally uninspired, uninteresting, unfunny and like a general waste of word space. I really felt like a huge bore and let’s face it blog and bore do NOT go together. But here I am one week post popping out baby #3  – yes I had my baby girl and she is read more…

I remember the first time I was pregnant, how everything was new, so strange and wonderful. Now, as I near the end of my third pregnancy, I find it hard to believe that at one time this whole process, the journey of motherhood, was ever a mystery to me. In my first pregnancy (like all first time mothers) I had no idea what I was doing. I poured over books and devoured information to help me make any and every decision, I feared making the wrong choice or experiencing judgment from those more experienced. My how things have changed. Now read more…