December 17, 2014

The Two Most Important Things In The World

Avery and I have been home all week. Some random virus latched onto Avery and won't let go. And because I basically wear my child like a sweater (she likes to be close), I was an inevitable casualty of germ warfare.

But, cuddling in bed with a sweet little kid, watching "Barbie" on repeat, drifting in and out of sleep, isn't the worst thing. Though, I could do without this wretched phlegmy cough. I swear a busted a rib hacking up something that shall not be named.

It's clear to me now that I need to kick up my health regime. I have a responsibility to myself and to my family. So January, you and I have a date with a little something called, "Get up off your ass you sickly excuse making carb hogging  not enough water drinking allergic to exercise blob."

Until then, I'm resting. And drinking lots of water. And slathering myself in Vicks Vaporub.

I'm ashamed of myself for putting my health last. By ignoring the signs that I was getting run down, I allowed this to happen. And because I'm ill, I was unable to make the trip home to be with my family during a very important time.

Your health and your family are the two most important things in the world. And the two go hand in hand.

Keep yourself as healthy as possible and tell your family how much you love them as often as you can.

xo Lisa

photo credit: goblinbox_(queen_of_ad_hoc_bento) via photopin 

December 11, 2014

Independence: Aisle 4

Just look at the joy on this child's face. She LIVES to shop, but the poor kid is saddled with a mother who detests shopping.

Regardless, I have to wear clothes (in public anyway) and feed my family, so shopping is a necessary chore. I've tried pawning it off on my spouse, but he can't shop himself out of a paper (or plastic, or reusable) bag. I sent him to the grocery store one morning for apple juice, bread and milk and he came home with grapefruit juice (what little kid drinks grapefruit juice??), bagels, almond milk and a pie. Close, but yet so frightfully far. 

I'm coming to embrace the whole grocery delivery thing. I fought against it at first, concerned it would it cost more. Turns out I spend less since I don't end up with $50s worth of impulse purchased potato chips, too good to pass up deals, and whatever else I might have a craving for in the moment. 

When I'm organized and on the ball, I plan ahead and get groceries delivered.

Other times, I hit the supermarket so Avery can revel in her shopping happy place. She and I both push our own carts. Let your child command their own cart and watch the smile break across their face (and the sweat break across the face of the old lady dodging your enthusiastic child's runaway cart). 

The grocery store boasts educational opportunities galore. From reading the list and product names, to planning a route and itemizing, to basic math concepts like categorizing or adding, to social skills of all kinds, it's all there in front of you.

Avery seeks out certain things for me, empties the cart onto the conveyor belt and "pays." It's like Wonderland for her, but with less rides, and more canned goods.

Avery has started bringing her purse with her every time we go out just in case we stop at a store. I have to stop telling her how "cute" it is. This is serious business for her. 

A few weeks ago at the Dollar Store check-out I suddenly realized I didn't have my Interac card. I'm a loser baby. So while I rifled through my purse, sweating and looking for loose change, Avery pulled out her pink plastic pretend debit card and said, "S'ok. I'll pay mummy."

Last week she brought her purse, pretend debit card and real birthday money to Mastermind Toys to shop. She browsed and selected a few items. Then, when she lined up to pay and she couldn't be more excited.

The items she chose to buy were sweet (a butterfly finger puppet, Hex Bugs to race with her brother, and a box of magnetic sand). But it was the look of sheer pride on her face that really got me. It wasn't the toys she bought that made her puff up with pride. It was that she did it on her own. Like a big girl. Priceless.

December 4, 2014

Really Kevin??

I've never had a cat, so I'm reaching out to any cat people out there for some clarification.

Is it normal for a cat to stand boldly on a stove-top...repeatedly, even after sauteing his paws several times?!

You know how toddlers think if they can't see you, you can't see them?
I can totally see you Kevin.

Though he has a beautiful plush bed equip with a dangly toy and cushy pillow, he prefers to stuff himself into baskets. Normal, right?

Orange fuzzy kitten scarf!!! One size fits all! Order yours on Etsy.

Do all cats have such a lax work ethic? On his application he said he's interested in computers. Liar, liar, paws on fire. He doesn't know a CPU from a CPmew. He's only interested in playing with the mouse!

Ask him to take a message and he writes, "Dec. 4th: catnipcatnipcatnipcatnipcatnipcatnipcatnip" Cheeky cat.

Lazy or just really, really, really relaxed??

I was told to keep a cat off the counter, spray him with water. We tried it. He seemed to enjoy the light misting. Then I tried splashing him with water from this yellow bowl. Here's Kevin ON THE COUNTER drinking from the "scary" yellow bowl. Know what you get when you splash a cat with water all day? A wet pus kitten.
*note the tufts of wet fur on his back!

Do some cats think they're reindeers?

Do they instinctively know when they're pushing their luck so they deliberately look like THIS so you don't take them to the pound?

The role of a furry Christmas ornament will now be played by, Kevin. Gives new meaning to "fir/fur tree" doesn't it. So cats clearly like to climb. When will this stop? Or are we destined for a life of ornamentless Christmas trees?

But when all is said and done, there's this. We love you Kevin. Most of the time. Cats are actually pretty great, aren't they? I can't believe I just said that...

November 30, 2014

Yummy Mummy Musings—Nov. 2014 Edition

I've been blogging for over five years.
Here AND at The Yummy Mummy Club (dot) ca! Yes, I'm a Yummy Mummy blogger.

I'm absolutely not claiming to be 'yummy' in the way it sounds—says moi, with the unbrushed hair, coffee breath and yoga pants covered in pet hair.
Yummy is a state of mind, yo.

Yummy Mummys live to learn, laugh, and connect. We have kids we adore, but our lives don't revolve around them 24/7. We have our own interests, dreams, goals and sometimes we even get to use the bathroom without an audience.

At the end of each month I'll be sharing some of my YMC posts here— you know, just in case you missed them and had a few minutes to kill on the train home from work, or while you're waiting for your nails to dry.

Stay yummy and party on my friends!
Lisa "Party Mummy" Thornbury

Why being P.C. has become D.U.M.B

Friendship in our forties

You are just as cool as SHE is!

 Host a cookie exchange party


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