Halloween 2016


Halloween was fun. The weather stayed gorgeous so we didn’t have to trick or treat in the snow (seriously, we’ve done it some years) This year C went with a friend – yes my 15 year old still trick or treats, no I don’t even care if you think that’s ‘okay’ or not. He enjoys it and his happiness means more to me than some random online people. C dressed up as Gingy (the gingerbread man from Shrek) and had a blast. Mister was The Grim Reaper, Blue was a demon, Lady Girl was a witch and Little Miss was a ghost. We lucked out and found the boys’ costumes at goodwill (in mint condition) and the girls re-used old handmade costumes that we added new colours and accessories to.  They were super cute. This year Little Miss was just over 2, so it was her first year out of the stroller, walking up to houses. She made it over half way before needing to be put in the stroller.  She was absolutely adorable with her little “trick or treeaat” and “thank goo” <3

How was your Halloween?


Spilled Milk

No Use Crying Over Spilled Milk: (A theme from Mama Kat)

I remember when C was a baby. I had decided to give breastfeeding a go. That went well for a while, but like most moms, after a while I wanted to be able to go out for a period of time without him, and since nature hadn’t figured out a way for us to detach our breasts to leave at home with baby, that meant pumping.
I learned quickly that pumping wasn’t fun. I had a crappy manual pump (it was early 2002, I didn’t have home access to the internet, so I couldn’t quickly look up reviews before purchases. Totally a first world problem)  that barely did it’s job, and even when it did do it’s job, it took forever.  I remember wanting to go to a concert (Aerosmith!)  so pumped milk was a need. After all, C was almost one. Surely I had earned a few hours out, right? So I sat there, and pumped, and ended up with 6 oz after 30 mins.  SIX! This might just be doable! I decided I’d be smart and put the milk in the fridge until later when I could pump some more. I put the lid on, and put it in the fridge, patting myself on the back and feeling good about it.  Until later when I went into the fridge to get something and saw the bottle tipped over. No biggie, right? Wrong. Apparently the lid was not on right because there on the shelf was a puddle of milk. The precious milk I had spent thirty minutes pumping.  I cried. I managed to salvage two of those ounces, and luckily I had given myself more than enough days to be able to leave a couple of feeds and I made my concert.  But in those moments after discovering the puddle I saw my ability to go out for the night pouring out too.


I’ve been quiet most of January, aside from occasionally posting some random things. I tried harder this week, because I really do love blogging.
This month has been hard. Getting back to life after Christmas break usually throws me off, but also because C has run into some issues in regards to school. Nothing major, but also not something I can overlook. After much thought and research, Hubby and I have decided to do a version of homeschool/self study until a time when his being at school will be something he can do.  Not because I think that teachers aren’t amazing, or even that I could do better, but because at the end of the day I have to put my son’s mental state above his grades.
I can admit I’m scared, but I’m also excited.  There is a program I’m going through that will allow him to still earn his credits, and I can also do some fun curriculum myself. Our school community has been absolutely amazing during this process, which made it easier.

So, onward and upward on a new adventure in parenting.