Any new mom and mother to be will no doubt feel inundated by advice from well-meaning, “been there done that” women around them. From breastfeeding/bottle-feeding to co-sleeping/sleep-training it can all get very confusing very fast when conflicting bits of information are constantly being thrown your way. Yes, some advice is welcome, especially when it corresponds with your values and beliefs… View Post
You know that moment when you realize that you’ve officially become a “mom?” Mine was when my slight obsession with beautiful purses had slowly morphed into an obsession with having “the” best diaper bag. First of all, let me preface this by saying that when I began my diaper bag search I was in the middle of 5 months of… View Post
Austin, Tiffany A Call me Mom First sight, First cry, First memory Love and pride and mystery We are making history You can call me Mom Books, baby signs and tummy time Songs and dance and nursery rhyme A personal entertainer on no one’s dime You can call me Mom Organic, unprocessed 9:48 PM Call Me Mom First sight, First… View Post
WAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! startles me from my peaceful slumber and awakens me to the day. Except for the fact that it’s not really morning according to my own personal definition, as it is only 5:30am or 5am or if I’m really (un)lucky 4:30am. UGH! Why isn’t there a magical device that let’s my child know when is an acceptable time to get… View Post
I heard once that becoming a mother meant learning to live with your heart forever floating outside of your body. That is true in more ways than I ever could’ve first imagined. Along with the constant state of worry that we as mothers engage in as soon as we enter into parenthood, we are also expected to accomplish the impossible…. View Post
“It’s been a long, fun-filled, exhausting day. I’ve been dragged around from playdate to playdate. I’ve practiced walking between furniture at least a dozen times, I’ve ate, I’ve slept, I’ve laughed and wailed when I didn’t get my way. I’ve had my bath, brushed my teeth, mom read me a story, and now all I want is my bottle. I… View Post
On June 3, 2011 I found myself in The Rockyview Hospital being held in a locked white room with only a bed and some supper that the crisis team had kindly brought for me. I was out of my mind sleep deprived with obsessive thoughts, hopeless, soul-crushing depression and the idea that anyone in the world would be a better… View Post
It’s the middle of the night – bleary eyed and exhausted you peel yourself from your bed and tend to your screaming infant for the fifth time that night. You open the door to check on them, scan the room for the soother that no doubt has been hurled across the room or has wedged itself between the crib slats… View Post
Is there any other hallmark that would automatically place you as somebody’s mamma aside from the oh-so-sexy snot streak that can be found painted all over your favourite clothes at any given time? Yup these super attractive badges of honour make for great first impressions. Especially the ones you didn’t notice on the way to your most recent job interview…. View Post
Sippy cups have gotten a bad rap lately. There has been an array of articles posted recently regarding potential problems with tooth decay and difficulties with proper speech development with prolonged use of the beloved sippy. Yes, it’s convenient and easy for a child to use, and it’s hands free for parents. However, do the pros outweigh the potential cons?… View Post
