The hard part is interacting with other people. Mark, like any other kid, is curious and open minded. He has no concept of taboos, political correctness or politeness.
Monthly Archives: March, 2014
Julien and his wife, two French from Troyes, were looking to expand their horizon and…
While traveling, I went back to basics—sleeping, eating, staying safe and clean. I learned to stop feeling guilty about relaxing. I learned to indulge again. My anxiety and stress levels spiked on the plane home to Ottawa. As much as I was looking forward to seeing my two guys, I wasn’t ready to start the vida loca again.
On March 22, we woke up to yet another snow storm. Fifteen centimetres of heavy wet snow. I thought I was going to cry.
When I worked at Canada Post, a colleague asked me for my date of birth. “March 21, 1983” I replied out without thinking—I had just spent the morning filling out employment forms. “Wow, I can’t believe you didn’t mind giving me your year of birth!” she laughed. “Some people are really weird about it!”
My love story with books started when I was three years old. I have never stopped reading since. I love had covers, paperbacks, magazines, essays, newspapers… hell, if I’m desperate, I have been known to enjoy the back of the cereal box or user manuals. I am not going to turn this blog into a book club but I wanted to share a few finds. So here are ten awesome nonfiction books I enjoyed!
I have… or rather, I had a BlackBerry. It had been a no-brainer choice to me. I have never been an Apple gal and there weren’t that many options on the market two years ago. Beside, Ottawa tends to be loyal to BlackBerry—we all know someone who works for Research in Motion and it is the default device for all government employees.
I do encourage Mark to clean up after playtime and he is enjoying putting his toys away in the big empty diaper box. He also likes to sort out the clean laundry with me. Well, he does it his way…
The first year I worked as a French teacher in Ottawa, as soon as spring sprung, my students—all federal government employees—started to sport painted toenails. They would compare the relative merits of Shellac over OPI. When I admitted I didn’t really have an opinion on the topic, they asked incredulously: “You’ve never had a pedicure?!”
I skipped the 15-month update because we were in Mexico and the 16-month update because I was in Nicaragua. And now it’s March… and “baby” Mark is 17 months old.
Feng’s parents are nice people, albeit very stubborn and convinced that they know best. They also tend to forget their only son is almost 40, not 10, and they constantly remind him to dress warm, look both ways when crossing the street, get a better job, buy insurance, etc. Their motto should be “if it’s not broken, let’s fix it anyway”.
Arthemia, my previous theme, was a bit outdated. So here is a brand new blog theme, based on Sahifa and customized by moi!
I follow the immunization schedule (the anti-vaccination movement sounds like a bunch a nutcases to me) but going to the doctor is always a chore. It’s hard to find parking, for a start. Mark doesn’t like getting dressed and undressed and he fusses a lot. Plus, I hate being in a room full of sick people. Above all, I’m not a huge fan of my doctor. She tends to be very patronizing.
Feng was waiting for me at the Ottawa Airport. It took all my self-control not to run to him—I think I did run, actually. We hugged. I suddenly realized how much I had missed him. There is no better feeling than spotting a loved one waiting for you at Arrivals.