A few days after the first massive Christmas snow storm, we had another winter weather spell: over 20 centimeters of snow fell on the city, adding to the 30 centimeters that were already on the ground. The result? Massive snow piles in the neighborhood, benches and patio fixtures disappearing under the fresh snow, unshoveled streets and sidewalks and blocked driveways. Just another day in Canada, basically.
Monthly Archives: December, 2012
As a freelancer, I’m online a lot. Granted, I spent most of my on not-so-exacting websites like French-English dictionary and language-related websites (and actually working!), but sometimes I need a break and I click on “Time-Wasting Websites” in my bookmarks.
Friday’s snow storm came and went and left behind a wonderful scenery: we woke up on the morning of Christmas Eve under a bright blue sunny sky. It was gorgeous, bits of ice and some snow had stuck to the trees and the streets were still all covered by a thick coat of snow.
Surprise surprise, the world didn’t end on December 21, 2012 and we survived yet another predicted doomsday. Gee, what a letdown! That’s it, I’m not trusting the world ever again—it’s been crying wolf too many times.
New inexperienced parents like us are easy to put on a guilt trip. The media, society in general and “helpful” salespersons will pressure you into buying items that are “safe”, “tested”, “eco-friendly”, “proven to keep baby happy”, etc. Problem is, you only have so much room… and so much money.
Down there? Seriously? I’m at the ob-gyn, I fully expect my “private parts”, aka “down there”, to be named out loud.
“I think I healed fine,” I said, “I mean I’m not in pain. But I can’t really see if I healed!”
Hint: I’m not that flexible. Even with some yoga training, I cannot look inside my “private parts”.
I only published the “by the way, I’m almost about to give birth” news on this blog when I was eight months pregnant. It caught a lot of people by surprise because I had just come back from a trip to the U.K and France. Yes, I traveled when I was pregnant. Why not?
Warning, guys: if you read this article, you will never see boobs the same again (and I mean it as a turn-off).
Today, let’s talk about breastfeeding.
Baby Mark, aka Baby Dragon, is two months old. “Already?” you may think, “Time goes by fast!”—yeah, well trust me some days feel like they never end at home!
I thought there was nothing more stressful than the incessant sound of a baby crying. But I found out there is: the sound of your baby crying.
The holiday season is in full swing and no matter what your beliefs are or what your background is, it is the time of the year to feel grateful, joyful, hopeful… and to make a wish! And yes, there are prizes to be won! Today, I’d like to invite everyone to enter a raffle and a giveaway.
People are strange. Why don’t they mind their own business? When did it become socially acceptable to tell strangers what to do? What are they trying to prove? It’s hard enough being a new mother; you don’t need sanctimonious comments—you already tend to second-guess yourself a lot because babies don’t come with instruction manuals.
I think we have the only seven-week-old baby who can look at the camera on cue…! Mark has seen me so often with the Nikon that he probably thinks I have a lens glued to my eye, like some kind of mommy-cyborg.