tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-229145872012-01-11T18:08:16.353-05:00The animals may be smaller, but I'm still all at sea.kittenpiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909noreply@blogger.comBlogger5341100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914587.post-81066295884610968312011-06-12T09:01:00.003-05:002011-06-12T09:47:18.933-05:00

I was having a conversation the other day with my girl about a French word, and decided to look it up because, as I told her, I wasn't totally sure I had the right word. I was, I said, about 90 % sure, but I wanted to check.She replied that she was about 51% sure."Not very sure," I said. "That's only about halfway sure.""I know." she responded. "One more than half."She's seven. I stopped. I had

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Naming is a big ordeal around our house. It is months of lists, vetoes, crossing off, arguing, and occasional pouting. With Pumpkinpie, we settled on something well before she was born. With The Bun, we crossed everything (and I mean everything) off each other's lists but our two last-resort safety names, the ones I liked, but thought were maybe a little too common to go with the oh-so-boring

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At least, I'm guessing they might want a new one, if anyone at the company has noticed what they put on their packaging:You see it? Okay, I can't convince Blogger to insert that picture the right way round, but you see it, right?They have a lewd come-on printed right on their box! Er, their package?Oh dear. Apparently my mind is not in the kitchen, here. (surprise!).

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Living room is filled today with pink tulle and dimpled hard plastic bits.The Bun is getting into tiny Lego way earlier because really, how to keep the few thousand people small pieces entirely away from his grasp? We've done well with keeping him from beads and playmobil, small puzzles and art supplies, but here, we have simply let it go by. Such are the perks of being the younger, I

kittenpiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914587.post-51141423778951075922011-02-02T09:41:00.006-05:002011-02-02T14:05:08.975-05:00

This morning, two and a half hours after groundhogs in both Wiarton and Punxsutawney predicted an early spring, robins began congregating in our backyard. First one, then two, then three, then four.That really is an early spring, especially given it was in the middle of our predicted massive snowstorm which, really, not so massive, but still.Here is a pair of them: Weird.

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I haven't blogged here much since The Bun was born. Life has been hectic, and time hard to find. Some things I have wanted to say and haven't had time to think them through and put them down. Some things I haven't known how to say. Some things seemed worth saying until a week had gone by and then seemed to insignificant to bother recording after that time had passed, or receded to the back of my

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Hey, there! Um yes, it's been ages. AGAIN.I can't believe how life is zooming by me, one lost month at a time, but I suppose that's how it is for all of us, in this busy period of kid-raising, work-going, laundry-washing, house-cleaning, and so on, right? Right? But rather than natter on about how I've been away from the computer, been sick, been busy and stressed and blah blah blahbitty blah,

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On my way home tonight, I came across a minor tragedy.On the hard concrete of a bus platform, I saw a deep red river of liquid flowing slowly along a seam in the pavement, jumping quickly into the next, deeper crack, and slowing once more. It looked... gory.I traced the flow back to its source - a smashed bottle of wine, thick bottom intact, neck flung complete and still of a piece to one side,

kittenpiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914587.post-41845305377513904692010-10-08T13:14:00.002-05:002010-10-08T13:46:39.098-05:00

So a few months back, I posted a rant about Jacob, a Canadian clothing store that I loved, but that no longer seemed to love me, given that they told me they were discontinuing size large - my size. I was pissed, and stayed away from them for a long time.Today, I wandered in, just curious to see if this was still the case. I was secretly hoping not, since they have the very best cotton cardigans,

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Every year, we mommybloggers cover much of the same territory, jump on many of the same arguments and bandwagons. It's nearly an annual cycle, but it lacks that organization.So I was thinking - should we get organized about this? Plan a schedule ahead of time so people can arm themselves with tidbits scattered across the internet from a nice variety of some-authoritative, some-dubious sites, and

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By the end of the summer, things around here are not always pretty.Misterpie falls into an annual funk about not being ready to go back to school yet, about all the things he hoped to do over the summer that didn't get done, and about how he didn't even feel that he had the fun or relaxed summer he looks forward to, because the rest of us are at daycare and school and everyone else's life is

kittenpiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914587.post-60602596983646569552010-08-24T13:45:00.005-05:002010-08-24T20:49:02.792-05:00

This summer has fled unusually fast.Work has been a blur, flying from programme to storytime, street fair to puppet show. I am playing the role of two people, and while I can do that, it leaves me with not much left for home, for friends, or for myself.Evenings and weekends have seen me moping about, exhausted, trying to tackle projects when I have the steam for it, falling asleep tucked

kittenpiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914587.post-36145454582521361972010-08-06T12:55:00.002-05:002010-08-06T13:08:17.141-05:00

I like to keep busy. I don't sit still well. And yet... I totally lack energy and sit still as often as I can. While other families take on trips to the zoo or spend the weekend out and about, I like to sit and often find it difficult to wind myself up for a simple trip to the playground in the park not far away.My dad tells me he has "lazy mitochondria," and lacks energy, but has arranged life

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The Bun peed on the potty tonight! By which I mean... he was sitting in only a towel on my lap and peed, and the arcing stream ended on the lid of the potty a few feet away, where it created a puddle. He's so literal. Must be the computer geek dad.--------------------------------It's summer, meaning it's G&T season!Here's a lesson learned:don't pour your beverage in an opaque cup.It makes it

kittenpiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914587.post-22974256053120822922010-06-27T09:37:00.005-05:002010-06-28T07:40:26.062-05:00

You want spending in the 3rd world, so you cause damage that forces spending here instead.You want world peace, yet protest with violence.You want an end to genocides and wars, and protest by putting lives in danger.You want to protect the environment, yet travel far to bring your message, burning countless tons of fossil fuels and spending dollars better spent elsewhere to do it.You want the

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The air is amazing yesterday and today - warm, but not sticky, and redolent with sweetness. Flowers are in full bloom, and two of my favourites are filling the air to bursting with their scent. The air is clear, the light gold-toned, and the linden trees and jasmine bushes are pushing their perfume up my nose, filling my senses with wafts of their heady, rich deliciousness until I feel fair

kittenpiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914587.post-50309162502360540752010-06-10T00:17:00.000-05:002010-06-10T08:55:49.377-05:00

I stood this morning on a crowded subway, and two women drew my eye. I immediately wondered - friends, or partners?I took closer stock, wondering what had made that impression on me, and found that they were nearly identical in many ways. Same style of shoe: practical, athletic, but not a runner, necessarily. Sam cotton twill pants, business shirt, and hoodie, though in different colours. Watches

kittenpiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914587.post-27494978416857230972010-06-07T06:58:00.001-05:002010-06-07T06:58:00.967-05:00

Life is improving in leaps and bounds over here suddenly.Misterpie has been taking a course that took every Saturday I wasn't at work as well as one evening, while I work two other nights. Add in soccer another night, swimming lessons on the day off and a few bouts of illnesses, and it's been a whirlwind.But suddenly, we're approaching the end of the tunnel. Spring is here, and with it the end of

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She was howling, so was he. I hastened down the stairs to find Misterpie scolding The Bun for whacking Pumpkinpie. I sat on the floor, put my arms around Pumpkinpie, and fed into her drama: "Poor Pumpkinpie! Oh, no! Poor girl! Are you okay?" She ate it up, as she is usually not given much rein for indulging her drama queen act, especially when the role is as victim.This wasn't about her, though.

kittenpiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914587.post-51273075957969635252010-05-31T16:35:00.000-05:002010-05-31T17:27:26.737-05:00

My dear friend Alberta is carrying a very soon-to-be-born boy.I'm not hosting one of those fancy internet showers full of giveaways and gifts, but I am looking to give her a gift of sorts - one that some of you gave me when I was expecting The Bun. I would like to give her some of our best knowledge about boys.Now she is a teacher, so she knows about the slower development schedule and the

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... is yours, of course. But I would propose mine as a fantastic understudy for the role because holy doodle, little guy is knocking me out lately.I mean, I have a pretty cute little boy to start with. He's got big, deep blue eyes, round nibble-able pink cheeks (and giggles adorably when you nibble them), soft brown hair heavy with waves, and a sturdy frame that trundles hilariously down the

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So much I want to write about, so little time...Misterpie and I are hardly seeing each other these few weeks, we are so busy.I am getting to dread solo parenting less as I get used to it, though I still feel hopelessly outnumbered.But at least there's funny on the internet to keep me company once kids go to bed, including my twitter peeps, plus this, this, lit humour, kidslit humour, and this

kittenpiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914587.post-23482767507905549562010-05-19T21:43:00.005-05:002010-05-19T22:04:46.803-05:00

The Bun's first pun / cultural reference! It wasn't even my idea, I swear. See? Look: So proud.(Yes, I'm joking.)

kittenpiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914587.post-88240424226554290212010-05-10T16:33:00.002-05:002010-05-10T16:37:58.250-05:00

We have had full sleep-through for 6 nights running now!Now he and I have brutal colds, and if his head feels like mine, it may be that he simply needs the sleep more than usual because ugh, I feel like crap, and will someone chip the concrete out of my sinus cavities, but a girl can dream, right? I can hope with all my heart that this will continue even after his head clears, although I am

kittenpiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914587.post-9487684331769859122010-05-08T22:26:00.003-05:002010-05-08T22:32:30.896-05:00

Don't spread this around - I'm saying this very quietly so I don't draw the attention of the sleep fates and bring them crashing down on me and this tiny little "whee" of celebration, but - my little Bun has slept through four nights running!Sshhh... we're going for five tonight.

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He'd fit right in.

kittenpiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914587.post-13906715567959559492010-04-28T21:36:00.005-05:002010-04-28T21:58:25.902-05:00

My Pumpkinpie had a birthday - and now she is six.Oh. my. How did that happen, exactly?I held her on my lap last night and told her I was proud of her, proud of how she was growing up and becoming a big kid, would love to see who she would become as she grew, but that I would miss my little Pumpkinpie, too.She would miss being small, too, she said. She would miss fitting in my arms and my lap,

kittenpiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914587.post-83232586140015591972010-04-17T11:45:00.003-05:002010-04-17T12:00:44.213-05:00

Didn't mean to leave my downer of a post up for so long - I hate greeting people with a negative, though truly, if I look back on my last several posts, I'm not a bundle of fun these days, it seems. We've had a niiiice stomach flu, though, and ugh, I'm sick of vomit now, and are gearing up for Miss Pumpkinpie's birthday and so on, so yeah, I left it.But this morning, I saw something and thought,

kittenpiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914587.post-58067174387900801262010-04-08T12:33:00.004-05:002010-04-09T09:23:16.034-05:00

My head is full of crap right now. Dark, stewing, rotten crap. It's full of people's hate, of people's pain, of people just too often being less than I wish they were, of really, the world, or what the world seems like to me right now.Maybe it's partly the weather. Maybe it's just reading too much depressing stuff in one day. Maybe it's the way Pumpkinpie is tossing out challenges and nitpicking

kittenpiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914587.post-68685353388366805382010-04-08T00:25:00.007-05:002010-04-08T07:55:35.864-05:00

I was going to write about Constance McMillan the other week. I was going to write about how her school's refusal to allow her to attend her school's prom with her girlfriend reminded me of segregation days in the south. Of how the parents were advised by the school board that they could host a private prom party instead, and exclude her legally, as the school would get sued (which may have made

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Here in Canada, we have a clothing company by the name of Jacob. a little basic, a little trendy, mostly work-compatible, but also carrying some good basics and some fun stuff, it's been one of my go-to sources for clothing since... well, I wore Jacob in high school, and I still shop there often. Until now, as I mentioned above.You see, Jacob told me the other day that they don't want my business

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"Why do Disney princesses all marry boys?" she asked."Take a minute, here." I thought to myself.And I launched in. I started the discussion on media and advertising and bigotry and pleasing other people that I want to be having with her throughout her childhood and adolescence. I want her to be media aware, to know why I'm not a fan of companies like Disney, and not to necessarily dislike them

kittenpiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914587.post-48079073872558826702010-03-20T13:44:00.002-05:002010-03-20T13:54:48.442-05:00

Hey, there. How are you? No, really, I am wondering, because I miss my online friends.And I will just pass over the part where I complain about how tired and busy and blah blah by just saying I feel like I've spent every minute either working, yawning, yawning at work, doing laundry, or staying at home to look after whoever is sick, be it me or some small person in the house. It's run me down.We

kittenpiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914587.post-23312067912007776002010-03-03T11:18:00.003-05:002010-03-03T11:39:31.480-05:00

I think I'm extra cranky these days. Little things are ticking me off entirely more than is warranted. If only I could shut off my brain and ears and eyes and not register them, I'd be so much happier. Missing a bunch, too, but still, maybe happier.So aside from Pumpkinpie's current round of testing the limits (oh hell, when does this stop? Ever?), what else? Oh, there are plenty of small burrs

kittenpiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914587.post-64876842631083273392010-02-07T21:38:00.004-05:002010-02-07T21:57:08.167-05:00

... Misterpie slept in, but I had enough sleep the night before that I was happy to let him, because I fell asleep with my Pumpkinpie last night. This morning, I had breakfast with my kids, making them what they wanted, not having to rush. Luxury.... Pumpkinpie offered us most of the large cookie she baked. "Sharing feels good," she said.... I hugged Misterpie, chiming, "Hug Daddy!" Then I hugged

kittenpiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914587.post-79230272145913495412010-01-29T17:05:00.009-05:002010-01-31T09:18:27.310-05:00

There's been a lot of talk about breastfeeding lately, and while I'm not generally one to hop on the bandwagon, it's spurring me on to actually sit down and write the post I've been meaning to write for quite a long time now. About a year, in fact. (Oh, hello, why yes, I DO still call myself a blogger, why do you ask?)It's not a post about the things that are being talked about, though. It's not

kittenpiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914587.post-47805302120336716822010-01-18T00:19:00.000-05:002010-01-18T00:19:00.262-05:00

The Bun is showing sure signs of boyhood. A greater tendency to lead with his forehead in falls means he often bears yellowing bruises there, rather than Pumpkinpie's bruised and scraped knees. His enthusiasm for food, particularly for proteins, is astonishing. His growth is ridiculous - he is now in 2T PJs, at a mere 16 months, and while Pumpkinpie filled those same PJs in a long and lean

kittenpiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914587.post-1074581905103725642010-01-13T00:38:00.000-05:002010-01-13T00:38:00.461-05:00

My winter wardrobe has been decimated by the past few years, whittled down to a handful of items, not nearly robust enough to take me through a winter of working.First, there were the khakis, which Misterpie shrunk years ago, but now that my body has changed shape with the bearing of The Bun, I am a little thicker in the middle, they ride even a little higher, and they truly can't be worn in the

kittenpiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914587.post-5431062132421732632010-01-11T02:25:00.000-05:002010-01-11T02:25:00.767-05:00

My pumpkinpie is an attacher. She is attached to about a few thousand small stuffies, and one or two larger ones. She is attached to favourite pieces of clothing, shoes that have long since been scuffed beyond helping, adn the parka she wore all winter, who cares if it's nice out now?She is attached to every scrap of paper she has ever even looked at, never mind drawn on, a serious collection of

kittenpiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914587.post-55960407869188268482010-01-09T00:39:00.000-05:002010-01-09T12:38:02.297-05:00

My Pumpkinpie has decided that her career aspiration has changed.She wanted to be a vet - she loves animals.Now she wants to be a clown. (I'm ever so proud, as you might imagine.) But she might be onto something, there. I mean, she already is a clown.------------------------------PP: Mmm hmm mmm hmm mmm-mmm-mmm. Mmm hmm mmm hmm mmm-mmm-mmm. Do you know what I was saying?KP: Um, no, Pumpkinpie, I

kittenpiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914587.post-56847948494934955122009-12-31T23:08:00.000-05:002010-03-27T23:09:19.984-05:00

Have you noticed they are extra large this year, by the way? In The Bun's Room: 3In the bathroom: 15Sneaky Buggers that got away: 14Enormous basement spiders living in the window: 4Basement spiders too close to laundry doings, had to go: 2Spiders building webs right in my way:5Misterpie killed for me: 1 unsmackable oneSwarming cars I'm in: 4 -> 2 of them with kgirl. Coincidence?Marching bravely

kittenpiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914587.post-28150410043747746092009-12-31T21:03:00.003-05:002009-12-31T21:33:15.600-05:00

I am running into a dilemma lately about spelling. How to explain it, I mean, and some pondering about how we learn it.We start out teaching them, our kids. We teach them phonics and sounding out and stretching the words out to listen to them more carefully. We teach them The Rules: the 'e' on the end makes the 'i' say it's own name. Except when it doesn't.Because it's not that simple, not in

kittenpiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914587.post-56843162205909279982009-12-21T21:26:00.001-05:002009-12-21T21:27:59.053-05:00

For your future reference:Swinging from my Christmas star is not "fun."It's "certain death."Yours most seriously,kittenpie

kittenpiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914587.post-50760107621245969452009-12-19T12:33:00.004-05:002009-12-20T10:51:13.391-05:00

For some long time now, one story has been my favourite to hear at Christmastime.It's not any of these classics, though I like to share those with kids.It's not one of those heartwarming stories that yes, I also love, but not the same way.It's something that makes me laugh, and reminds me that no matter what mayhem my family might dish out at Christmas, it's not all that bad, and it will pass,

kittenpiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914587.post-14925283236383651932009-12-11T10:31:00.003-05:002009-12-11T10:46:35.578-05:00

We were discussing, in book club last month, the everyday. Someone looked at me and said, "Well, I would say you are pretty everyday." Yes, I agreed, it's true. I am.I am, in fact, ordinary in a family of extraordinary people. A sister and father who regularly appear in media thanks to their creative approaches and fertile minds for design. A mother who is extraordinary in ways that set her apart

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The world looks gentler today, a little slower, despite my long list of to-dos.Pumpkinpie stopped freaking out about her trampled "picnic" and handed The Bun a play cookie, which turned out to be enough to make him happy and included.I walked hand in hand with my daughter for most of the long walk from Bun's daycare to hers, chatting happily with no lectures or rebukes needed.We came upon the

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How on earth do you start blogging again when you have had so much to do, so much to say, and have gotten out of the habit, because you never have time to say it?Where do you start, when you feel like there has been so much going on, and you have been so busy, and you feel like you must owe a catchup, yet you find your last couple of posts pretty much sum it up - you've just been busy trying to

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More starts, more setbacks. I started work, it was going well, but I have been falling asleep in Pumpkinpie's bed as I tuck her in, crawling into my own bed after I nestle The Bun into his, falling asleep in chairs... I'm exhausted. My house is driving me nuts, as my planned time to get organized before I went back to work evaporated in other things that took over that time, my closet is not

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I am pulled right now, pulled back and forth in so many ways. I don't want to stay home much longer, but am not excited about back to work yet, either - there are too many things I wanted to get done and haven't, and I'm too tired to be excited. Still, I know I need to get on with it and develop that new routine so we can all move into this school year and know what's coming. I'm a believer in

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So I was given a facial wash product by a friend's friend who had bought a bunch at discount from someone else, as these things sometimes go, and tried it out. the brand and so on, not important, particularly. The thing is this...It is meant to be a natural product, so it would appeal to people who don't want any extra colorants and so on in their products, and it is an exfoliating wash, so I

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First, let me say - if you are here via twitter and/or haven't seen me around much lately, thank you for coming by to help out my friend. It means a lot, and I am hoping that once The Bun starts daycare in a few short weeks, I can finally, finally catch up, so I hope to see you soon. Again, thanks. And here's the story:I have a friend, a dear, dear friend, who is going through a really, terribly

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It's strange when a big celebrity dies - not just your average celebrity, but one that is iconic in your mind. Despite not knowing them, it seems weird that they could simply not exist. It seems like they are a permanent piece of the world, that should just always be there - like the Coliseum, or Stonehenge - a piece of a certain time that will just always be. And they will, to a certain extent

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Since you all claim to love the bit and pieces so, I will toss out this one without waiting for more to round it out. that way, hey! You could have two posts in one week! It's amazing what can happen around here some days. Especially when I'd like to bury my own whining at least one post deep.Snippets of funny from my Pumpkinpie's mouth...-----------------------There was a difference of opinion

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= sleep setback + too much to do + no time alone + letting people down + losing thingsI am frustrated. I am tired. I lost my feeble grasp on order. I am being a bad friend. A bad bridesmaid. A bad blogger. I am hoping for rain to cancel tonight's soccer game, which seems mean to my kid, since it's the last one. I just.... GAH!I don't have time. I just don't have time.One of my good friends is

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So making my day earlier this week, I got a little award from daysgoby:This award is given to the writers of blogs that “are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers. Deliver this

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A random selection of bits and bobs floating through my otherwise too-tired-and-fuzzy head... found in draft files and thrown together. I know. But there it is.--------------------------------If a food writer says your baby is delicious, should you worry? I mean, will I some playdate find her basting him and tucking an apple in his open mouth?--------------------------------Every month, Toronto

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I am made so sad by the California decision on prop 8. It's not my state, it's not my country, even, but it's a state that many people think of as a land full of loosey-goosey liberals types, a place for people who find other areas too constraining, and for a state with that kind of reputation to uphold this ban on gay marriage can only say to other, more conservative states that even the more "

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Biscuits in the oven, gonna watch 'em riseRight before my very eyes.On the first hot day, I put the Bun in some shorts. And the pudgy legs? Hoo, boy, the legs...I tried to sneak up on them...He caught me."Whatchoo lookin' at?""Oh, those legs?""They are kinda great, aren't they?"Shh... don't tell him I snuck in an aerial shot when he wasn't looking!I'm not sure photos even really do them justice,

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This past while, my Bun's schedule has been in flux, with his naps moving around unpredictably, meaning that my timing regarding trying to feed him is often wrong, and resulting in my formerly easy baby screaming for at least an hour every day. Not just crying, but screeaming like I am pulling out his toenails, one by one.Now I don't know about you, but I have never been able to bear the cries

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My dad got married last week. Opapie, I mean , not biodad. The dad I grew up with, who along with my mom and later my sister, formed our family. It was... strange.Lawyerlady is very nice, his new wife. I really like her, and I am glad for him that he has found someone - I think he really deserves a chance to start over and find happiness with someone after putting in so many years making sure

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So one of my pet peeves has been the high degree of trust and reliance on wikipedia, not only among kids, but among adults, too, who often use it as a go-to source without looking for other confirming sources. The fact is that anyone can contribute to it, and while many articles are in fact written by people with knowledge in a field and well-documented and so on, it is not to be counted on

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When I discovered that I was expecting a boy, one of my good blogger friends (was it you?) gave me one singular piece of advice: buy a bunch of baby washcloths, and every time you change a diaper, lay one over the penis. Every time. I was assured I would be thankful for that advice. And I was.Misterpie was reckless, and despite my passing on that advice, changed bareback for the first week - only

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that I ought to have this pillow?It is pretty awesome, and awfully pie-like...Though I doubt Misterpie will concur and see it as a necessary purchase, sadly.(I know. My life is SO hard...)

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I think I am almost to reenter real life. It’s been building, this feeling of being worn out, of missing me time, of missing Misterpie and I, of being jealous of him and his coworkers. I noticed I was missing commuting. God, I love commuting. No one can ask anything of you, no one wants to talk at you, you can’t be doing something productive instead, you are forced – FORCED! – to just sit there

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Someone pees on you on the same spot that is decorated with their puke on you are neither offended nor staging an intervention.Sleep in small increments is somehow accepted with a philosophical outlook despite its ongoing nature.Screaming at 1:30 does not have your neighbours calling 911 to report a domestic.Being bitten, pinched, walloped, and head-butted does not lead to filing assault

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Today my friend came to visit. I love when my friend comes to visit. I love my friend, and we live too far apart, live lives too busy, to see each other as often as we used to years ago, so I was excited to have her coming, looking forward to catching up. She had written things on her blog this past month, too, that I was interested in asking her about, things about her that I hadn't fully

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So having dispensed my new advice on colds and noses (I know, scintillating!I can hear the sound of my blog being sucked down the drain right now but, well, life is not so fascinating right now, and the bits that are, I can't always blog, so.), I turn to you for a return... Here's my question:I thought I might like to try making some baby food this time around. I know there are lots of people who

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And I was going to write a post about my super extra misrable cold that the Bun and I have called whiny Wednesday, but then suddenly it was Thursday and I hadn't found time to put fingers to keyboard, but I was going to write it anyway, and now it's Friday (how did that happen?) and our cold is getting better, or at least tolerable enough that I don't need to bore you all with the whining, but

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Hey lady...you call those cheeks?

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My Bun, it seems, has a little bit of a ham inside - a ham sandwich, you could say. This past month, he has really been growing not only longer and heavier (OMG so heavy), but also funnier. Seriously, the little dude has a sense of humour, and is already starting to play for the laughs.One day recently, he stuck his tongue way out, and I laughed, tapping it with a fingertip, and asked him what

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Perhaps it's just because I'm tired today, but I keep having those little WTF? moments.In the coffee shop this morning, a woman wearing shiny leather pants tucked in to her rainboots, with a red windbreaker. She looked like she just couldn't decide who she wanted to be today, and the effect was very odd, especially with the pouch-like purse sticking out the bottom of the jacket.At the doctor's

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Pumpkinpie has always been a silly kid, a ham without a doubt, but some days, she is just ridiculous. These are all from one hour block last weekend. I kid you not. She was like a coked-up monkey with ADHD.- In the process of getting dressed she is found at one point in my room at the end of my bed, holding one foot up in the air with her hand and hopping up and down on the other as if

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Last Saturday night a whole bunch of us Toronto bloggy peeps went to go see one of our own - the fabulous NoMo - in a play at a local theatre. The play was Proof, by David Auburn. Yes, the same one that was made into a movie with Gwyneth Paltrow a few years back, which was big enough that you can't ignore it when you talk about the play now, but which I didn't see - more about that later.The

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I have read posts around the blogworld previously about how the notion of a "push present" is anti-feminist, an anachronism, a throwback to the days when dads didn't have to do a thing but pace in the waiting room, hand out cigars, and maybe keep a photo on his desk at work. I didn't agree when I read it, and I still don't, but not just because I am happy to get some jewels.First off, I do

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I've been thinking about spring since the new year. It has been the pinpoint of light at the end of the long, dark tunnel of winter - but this past week's thaw has brought it into clearer focus. With that, it has gone from faint glimmer of hope to a source of frequent daydreams.Oh, I love fall, too. I love her crisp, clean air, the anticipation of new things that still remains etched in my

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When Pumpkinpie was a baby, she began to drool, as babies do, and chew on everything in sight, also a very baby trait. This started at about 3.5 months. Wow, I thought. Teeth already? My mom said I got my first tooth about 4 months, though, and they tell you it's hereditary, so maybe.Flash forward to about 9 months. No teeth.I literally asked my doctor, at our next checkup, "Is she going to get

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This past week, we had a little break from winter, a lifting of temperatures for about five days that brought with it a corresponding lift in my spirits. Winter here is beautiful, I can't deny it, but it is cold and it is long, and it is arduous when you are trying to trudge through the snow or force a stroller through it and over uneven mounds of built up snow and ice at street corners. so I was

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I don't make it a practice to bitch about my mother a lot, in general, but she's just too bloody much lately. Seriously. First it's the colic comment. And the calling me every fucking day all of a sudden. And then last weekend.We were meant to go out for a little party for my sister, but fate took a turn, and we all ended up having a quick spur-of-the-moment meetup at my mom's house, instead.

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I often wonder about advertisements - television advertisements I'm talking about, here. How well do they work for actually selling things or attracting buyers to a brand? I mean, obviously they work, or they wouldn't be a huge industry. What I mean is, how well do they work on me? They must, I am not some special wonder being resistant to all outside influences - no island am I, but it sometimes

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My friend is quite conflicted, quite unsure about vaccines. Me, I have questions, to be certain. I question some of the additives/preservatives used, for example. Just because we don't have mercury in our shots, it doesn't mean that everything is all safety and perfection, you know? I have done my reading and so on, though, and in the end, I remain, on the whole, pro-vaccine.Not just from a

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It seems we are poised to beat last year's snowfall totals, which were the highest in 70 years. The streets are clogged with piles of snow shoveled to the side, making it difficult to manoeuvre you stroller along the route to school each day, especially at the street corners, where small mountain ranges accumulate and we often enough get mired in the stuff.Even worse, a reported three days out of

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The Bun is, as anyone who has met him will attest, a remarkably easy-going babe. One of the easiest I've met, in fact. He will cry briefly after his complaints have gone unheeded if he is hungry, and on occasion if he feels you have put him down for too long. The other occasion for his cries is right before he falls asleep, when he will often wail for 2 or 3 minutes. I have never heard this guy

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I mark this day with a white stone. It is a historic day. A day to remember and commemorate, a day which, to judge from the long days which came before might never have come. On this day, despite earlier struggles that did not bode well, Pumpkinpie ate breakfast and got into her winter gear without being asked more than twice to perform any one step, and even did much of it unasked. Praise song

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Someone last week was commenting about some of the things I've written about being asked in libraries. Yeah, people can be pretty crazy, I agreed. And thought of this ad:No, I wouldn't be shocked at all. Not at all.

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The Bun went out wrapped on a duvet around his snowsuit this morning.Because it's freezing:Not Northern Ontario or even Ottawa cold, but still, damn cold. Cold enough that yesterday, the wheels on the stroller were frozen and would not turn, so we travelled by sled until I brought it inside to thaw out. Meanwhile, I muttered to myself as I pushed my way through solid, frozen mounds of snow, "

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About two years ago, I wrote about my friend Alberta, delighted that she was expecting a wee babe to call her own, but worried that she would make herself crazy. I mean, we all do, we all start with high expectations and standards and struggle as we try to uphold them and then decide which things we must let go by the wayside, struggle to maintain even the most basic standards in the end. But

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He's so going to want this hair back when he's sixteen.

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A few weeks ago, a few days after The Bun turned three months old, I got a box in the mail. A box from Enfamil. I had received some pamphlets from them earlier, pamphlets that toed the line, promoting breastfeeding first and at the back, suggesting that if you can't breastfeed, they think their formula is the next best substitute. That didn't bother me a lot, to be honest.But this package? It had

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It will make your child too clever by half.It's all in how you use it.No, really.Smarties may just be the most aptly-named candy going.*Check it out:SortingGraphingPatterningColour Theory*No, Americans, those nasty little powdery things aren't Smarties. Those are Rockets, sillies!

kittenpiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914587.post-26355923325395296772008-12-31T22:38:00.000-05:002009-06-09T22:39:16.510-05:00

Oh, forget it. This year has been so busy, I've forgotten to count, and I encountered rather a few ripping open the walls anyhow. You know you're crazed when you can't even stop to pay attention to the spiders! But I will leave up this link because it is pretty indicative of how they like to come to me in strange ways: In my beverage: 1

kittenpiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914587.post-66356369096193224702008-12-30T02:38:00.002-05:002008-12-30T02:50:59.427-05:00

We, I, got a ton of chocolate for Christmas. Sticks, bars, eggs, oranges, cookies, you name it. So I've been nibbling away, trying to keep my consumption at the balance of enjoying by eating some, but not so much that I overdo it. (Yes, it is possible, I've been there once before and it was not pretty.) A few bits at a time, then. So tonight I sat down for a late night pumping session with a few

kittenpiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914587.post-91942943706121500362008-12-20T10:27:00.001-05:002008-12-21T18:15:04.508-05:00

Doesn't it seem like that Botox ad with the woman talking about "freedom of expression" is really in fact about lack of expressions?-----------------------I think Barbie might just make the perfect mother. With no parts, she would never have to pee or eat, so she'd never have to put down her baby. Pumpkinpie wants a Barbie for Christmas, and I think The Bun might just want a grownup-sized one,

kittenpiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914587.post-8880902022424995682008-12-14T08:49:00.003-05:002008-12-14T14:48:46.554-05:00

Pumpkinpie this weekend has both cracked us up and annoyed a too-tired mother with the things that have come out of her cute little mouth. Cases in point:Grandma, who is reading with Pumpkinpie, calls out to Misterpie: I smell gas! Is your stove on? [it was]Pumpkinpie [earnestly]: It might be my bum, because I'm very stinky.The next day at lunch, the cat dropped a feline stinkbomb (which are,

kittenpiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914587.post-75266888209947440442008-12-11T18:02:00.001-05:002008-12-11T18:02:00.466-05:00

It happens every year. I'm out buying gifts for other people. I might be thinking a bit about what I want but haven't decided for sure, when I trip across something, or some things, while I am out and about. Things I must have. Oh yes, they will be mine! And there goes what I was thinking or planning, as I've now spent my Christmas money.So this year? I was out picking up a nice deep violet

kittenpiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914587.post-56616592084398106722008-12-07T17:52:00.001-05:002008-12-07T23:18:36.203-05:00

Three DozenI'm so wrapped up these days, I'd be late to my own funeral, as the old joke goes. Really, I think this is true, too, as here I am late to my own birthday, which was a couple of weeks ago now... I turned 36.Thirty-six. This is getting to me. I don't know why it should be, but somehow 35 felt okay, but 36 feels, well, OLD. Maybe because it's past the halfway mark of the thirties and

kittenpiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914587.post-45725013306818307952008-12-03T12:05:00.003-05:002008-12-03T12:07:54.041-05:00

(* Hogtown being one of Toronto's nicknames, for the non-locals.)(Also, working on real posts, promise!)

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Where? Where to begin, after being non-postal for two entire weeks, during which there were at least twenty things I wanted to talk about and couldn't get the time or the free hands or when I could have had those, needed sleep more desperately, and just tucked the half-formed post away in my brain because surely I'd have time later? Or not. And so I've been a crappy blogger. Blogless myself,

kittenpiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22914587.post-14832302370902181282008-10-27T01:18:00.002-05:002008-10-27T01:34:47.073-05:00

I have a problem, a dilemma, a question, so what else would I do but turn to you, my bloggy peeps? Here's the thing: Pumpkinpie needs lunch. She's going on a field trip, and she needs lunch, but I, I have not packed her a lunch since she was small enough to be eating one of her toddler casseroles, and that obviously won't do. I am realizing I have no idea what to pack for lunch.Her lunch needs to

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Pumpkinpie was born at 7.5 lbs. She was medium sized, with a big head and large, dark blue eyes. At some point, her eyes lightened, her fetal hair was lost and new baby hair began to grow, she held up her head, and at one year, she weighed in the range of 20-22 lbs, a very average baby.The Bun, too, was born at 7.5 lbs. He was medium sized, with a big head and large, dark blue eyes. He had darker

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