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February 20, 2010

"I'm on a horse"

It's Saturday night and I just spent more time than I'd like to admit rewatching this Old Spice commercial on YouTube. While eating a bowl of cinnamon hearts. But then I looked down and the cinammon hearts were diamonds...

Anyways, just thought I'd share because I love it. Night!

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February 19, 2010



So the other day we're at the mall and Mads jumps on one of those coin-operated rides that I hate so much. She and two other girls sat bouncing up and down on their fibreglass horses, pretending they were actually moving since both I and the other mom had both already pretended to search our change purses and come up empty-handed. After a minute or so Mom # 3 arrives with her totally adorable daughter, who I'd guess was about 2 1/2.

Mom #3: "Do you want to go on the ride, sweetie?"
2 1/2-year-old: "Yes!!"
Mom #3, looking at Mads and the other kids: "Hi girls, can one of you get off so she can have a ride?"
Kids: Silence
Me: Also silence, though I'm sure the expression on my face was asking, "Seriously?"
Mom #3: "Sweetie, why don't you pick which horse you like the best and then that little girl will get off and you can have your turn."

The whole scene was pretty awkward. Mads didn't know what she should do and really, neither did I. Eventually one of the other girls, probably 4 years old, offered to let the newcomer share her seat. Pretty nice, right? But apparently not quite nice enough, because Mom #3 said, "Oh, I think just wants to have her own horse."

Well, la di da. Does she also want a unicorn? Because I'll get right on that for her.

I know that we all tend to think our kids are the best and most important creatures ever to walk the planet - really, I get that. I feel the very same way about Mads. But at some point a tiny ray of perspective has to enter the picture, doesn't it?

Or, the other possibility I suppose, is that I'm 7 1/2 months pregnant and acting like a hormonal b*tch?

February 19, 2010 | Permalink | Comments (6) | TrackBack

February 07, 2010

It's Jesus!

Come and see

"Okay, Mommy - close your eyes!" 

This as we're sitting at the bookstore, Mads picking out the "two more books before we go" and me getting a quick newborn refresher courtesy of The Baby Whisperer

I put down the book and close my eyes.

"It's..... JESUS!" she yells. And I mean yells

My eyes snap open to find, thankfully, not Jesus, because that would have freaked the crap out of me, but Mads with her Starbucks hot chocolate in one hand and a bible story board book in the other.

"I think in this one Jesus saves the whole town, Mommy!"

Wow, way to ruin the ending, kid.

My mom, apparently worried that we're not giving Mads proper exposure to religion (a valid concern, really, since I've tackled the problem of my own religious ambiguity by basically avoiding the topic with her entirely) got her a nativity book around Christmas time and she now seems to think that Jesus is some kind of baby boy-wonder. Sort of like Dora, only swaddled and without the backpack.

So we sat together, sipping our Starbucks and reading the bible board book. Twice. 

I admit I'm finding this religion topic a hard one to tackle. On the one hand, I want her to be able to one day make up her own mind about things. On the other, how do I teach her something that I have a hard time actually believing? On the third hand (shut it), and I have a feeling this one is going to sound bad, I would like to borrow on the concept of heaven one day because the thought of death without heaven is too sad for me to bear sometimes, never mind for a 3-year-old who loves the people in her little world so entirely.

And when all is said and done, what do I know anyways? I could very well have it all wrong - it's happened once or twice. For now I guess we'll just stick with the board books and see where they take us.

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February 04, 2010

On tonight, for your PVR'ing pleasure

Those of you in Canada, there's a documentary on CBC tonight (Thurs) that looks pretty interesting. I think it repeats tomorrow, but I'm sure you'll all be hitting the clubs seeing as it's Friday night and all. Ha! Friday night for me these days means take-out food and my nice (aka clean) PJs.

Hyper Parents & Coddled Kids

Are today's well-meaning parents giving their children a leg up in life, or creating problems that will last their child's lifetime? The new CBC documentary Hyper Parents & Coddled Kids explores the cultural pressures on parents to be hyper-parents and the impact it has on their children.

Read more here.

February 4, 2010 | Permalink | Comments (1) | TrackBack

February 02, 2010

Cute conversations

Mads and I had an interesting chat the other night as she sat with her hand on my belly trying to feel the baby kick:

Mads: "When I was in your belly I used to kick you too, Mommy. I was saying, 'Hey! Get me out of here! I want to wear my fuzzy suit! I want to play with my toys!"

Me: "Is that what you were saying in there? I guess you just wanted to start having fun." 

Mads: "Yeah, it was so bumpy in your belly because you have too much food in there. It kept bumping into me."

Me: "Really? Wow, you have a good memory."

Mads: "If I had a baby in my belly, he would get bumped by soft eggs because I LOVE soft [note: soft = poached] eggs. He'd say, 'Oh no! Another soft egg! Ah! Another soft egg!'"

Whenever I feel myself getting freaked out at the thought of another baby, I just tell myself that one day that baby will be a 3-year-old. And 3-year-olds, minus the attitude and addiction to the word "NO!" (usually paired with "I never want to!" or "You do it!") are awesome.

ps - LOST tonight! LOST tonight!

(Photo: Self-portrait courtesy of Mads' ever-present Fisher Price camera)

February 2, 2010 | Permalink | Comments (2) | TrackBack

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