Archive - January 2011

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Lists
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Little Miss Merry Sunshine I Ain’t
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All Signs Point To My Smart Hands
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Help Isn’t Just A Song By The Beatles…
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Sleep Studies Are Tiring!
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Tires and Tears
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When Twitter Goes Twrong
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Friends In All The Right Places
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Are You Sleeping, Are You Sleeping, Brother John? Cuz We’re Not
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BUSY is The New Four Letter Word?

Lists

A friend reminded me today that trying to overcome depression of any kind, seasonal or otherwise by “reasoning your way out” is as futile as willing away cancer or trying to trick yourself out of the flu. It’s not possible. It needs to be dealt with. She’s a wise old broad. Fine, she’s 11 months younger than me, if we’re getting all technical, but she’s right. Thankfully, I have lots of support.  Great friends, a loving family, an amazing husband, and a comfy chair by a sunny window.  Today as I sat by the window, bathing in luminous Vitamin D, I explored the web, and only allowed myself to read POSITIVE content. Maybe you can’t trick yourself into a happier disposition, but by avoiding negativity and embracing the positive, you might end up with a sunnier outlook. Man, once I fire up my new light therapy box, I’m going to make Mary Poppins look sullen and downright pessimistic. LOL! Anyway, I stumbled upon a lovely blog called Demanding Joy.  Not to be confused with my friend Joy, who’s not the least bit demanding, this blog is about “claiming the happy moments“.  Meg, the author believes, “By focusing our attention and[…]

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Little Miss Merry Sunshine I Ain’t

  It’s winter and I’m sad. It’s extremely frustrating because I’m actually a VERY happy person. And, despite recent challenges, I love my life, and yet I feel sad for no reason.   It’s because I have SAD, which is a stupid, random, idiotic, waste of my time. Seasonal Affective Disorder otherwise known as the “Winter Blues”can, in the words of Tina Fey, “Suck it.” SAD makes me mad. And frankly, embarrassed. It sounds made up. Like some sorry excuse to be bitchy or mopey or lazy.   I’m not just craving a trip to Florida or a day at the spa. My body physically reacts to this time of year in a bad/sad way.   And FYI, this is not PMS and it’s not lack of sleep. These two elements certainly don’t help matters, but I’ve been dealing with this affliction since I was 19 years old. I know what it is and and what it is not. January/February is the peak, but come late March, I’m happy-go-lucky once again.   Symptoms (of which I have EVERY ONE) include: change in appetite, in particular a craving for sweet or starchy foods weight gain decreased energy fatigue tendency to oversleep difficulty concentrating[…]

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All Signs Point To My Smart Hands

Since my first year of teaching, long before I had children of my own, I ran the Sign Language club at the school where I taught. I trotted out my choir of shiny faced six year olds onto the stage where they signed “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” and “What a Wonderful World” to music. There wasn’t a dry parent eye in the house. I obviously considered signing to be more of a novelty act, than a life altering skill. I had NO idea how important the role ASL would ultimately play in my life. When I taught my son sign language nearly eight years ago, I relied on library books and bland, one dimensional websites.  Once Avery came along, and it became apparent sign language would be an essential tool in her development, I searched for innovative new ways to teach her. When Laura Berg posted a video on YouTube of her baby signing, it went viral. People were astounded by her 18 month old’s level of skill. They wanted to know how she did it and how they could teach their children to do the same and…My Smart Hands was born. I love Laura’s fresh approach to teaching ASL.[…]

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Help Isn’t Just A Song By The Beatles…

I have a very difficult time both asking for help, and accepting it when it’s offered. Friends and family have expressed that this a flaw. Their exact words, “This is one of your flaws.” My friend Julie Cole wrote about this topic so eloquently here –> Mabel Mama Of Many  Julie says, “Help is a funny thing. Some people offer to help, but we don’t take them up on it. Is it because we don’t think it’s a genuine offer? Is it because we are selective about who we think is actually capable of helping us?”  You nailed it Julie. The only thing more difficult for me than asking for help, is actually accepting it, willingly, without running away or attempting to take over. I’ve done both.  Check out what Julie has to say about what YOU can do to help the stubborn fools who won’t accept your help even though they clearly need it. What? Why is everyone looking at me??

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Sleep Studies Are Tiring!

Our daughter had a sleep study last week in hopes of getting to the bottom of why she has such a difficult time staying asleep. When we arrived at the Sleep Lab, Avery was happy to be there. I suppose there’s a certain air of excitement—new environment, friendly faces, lots of attention, rubber gloves. She was rigged with wires glued to her head and bands strapped around her tiny chest. And after some cuddle time and several rounds of ad-libbed lullabies sung horribly wrong by yours truly, she went to sleep like the little trooper she is.  She was in a narrow bed, HIGH up off the hard floor and I told the technician I was concerned about her waking in the night and bolting as I slept unaware in my bed, aka petrified log with a whisper of a blanket and imagining of a pillow. Jeremy the tech guy told me “to relax” (Oh now I love it when people say that) and that they’ve never had any problems. He’d be watching on the monitor though just in case. Flash forward to 12:10 a.m…. Hellooooo bolter! The next two hours were your basic gong show. Avery wanted out of that bed and[…]

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Tires and Tears

If a Mom cries in Canadian Tire, does she make a sound? Monday we got a call from Sick Kids Hospital asking us to fill a last minute cancellation at the Sleep Study lab. I jumped at the chance. I picked up both kids from school and whisked them over to Canadian tire. Only a week after replacing my slashed rear tire, it seemed I now had a nail in a front tire. I didn’t want to risk driving on the highway.  I explained that we were in a rush and the tire maven at the desk said she would see what they could do. All I had to do now was wait. Oh, and entertain my two tired children. Ya, there was that. DS was fine.  He always is.  Avery however had just pooped her Pull-Up (sorry, TMI, but it sets the mood), was hungry, thirsty and generally annoyed.  The candy dispenser kept her amused for about three minutes.  Apparently it’s a hoot eating Skittles off the dirty garage floor. Know what else is fun? Dumping a basket of  sugar packets all over the floor and yelling “Cool!” while the tire maven looks at you with mixture of pity[…]

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When Twitter Goes Twrong

Yesterday I touted the benefits of social media.  I thought I’d better add one caveat… …Facebook is fab and Twitter’s terrific however, occasionally, social media can bite you in the butt. The “dangers” regarding Facebook are obvious.  If you say something rude or off-colour it gives people a negative impression of you. If you post a picture of yourself doing something inappropriate, it will certainly come back to haunt you in the future (FYI Mark Zuckerberg has a shoebox full of pictures of you at that keg party). Same rules apply to Twitter. Whatever you tweet, sticks, which depending on how many glasses of wine you’ve had whilst tweeting, can be….sticky. There’s also the issue of safety. Do you mention your children’s names? (Do you? I’m still on the fence). And what about family pictures? You can share as little or as much as you want, but whatever you decide, you need to make sure both you and your spouse are comfortable. Speaking of sharing, I tend to divulge a lot of personal information. (In both url and irl life). I’m an open blabby book. Sometimes this can be a good thing. By letting people into my life, I’ve received[…]

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Friends In All The Right Places

Many of my friends don’t “do Facebook” or god forbid…Twitter.  So how do they stay connected? Do they pop out for a quick coffee or grab lunch with a pal? Pick up the phone to check in? Send a quick email?  If they do these things on a consistent basis, they’re doing a lot to nurture important relationships. If they’re NOT doing things things on the regular, then…(quick, somebody pass me a soapbox) they risk missing out. Some may argue social media is a “time sucker.”  Sure, it can be.  Updating photos to my Facebook page takes a few minutes, responding to emails takes a few more and tweeting, well that can take a few minutes to a few hours. Is digital networking addictive? Yup. It takes time and it’s addictive? But, is it worth it?  Absolutely. Here’s why: Facebook – I have family and friends who live FAR away.  Having the chance to look at their photos and share my own, keeps us connected.  Do I update my status every minute to share every detail of my life in real-time?  Hells no.  If I have something important to share. I share. If not, I read what OTHER people have[…]

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Are You Sleeping, Are You Sleeping, Brother John? Cuz We’re Not

There’s a reason why new parents obsessively discuss their child’s sleep routine. Did the imp sleep through the night? How was their nap? Is your baby a “good sleeper?” These conversations stem from true desperation. An exhausted sleep deprived adult if not properly caffeinated will soon look like this. Especially on Hump Day.  Our daughter has always been a great sleeper. As an infant she slept too much in fact. (I had wake her to feed). At about eight months, she developed sleep apnea, but it didn’t affect the longevity of her slumber. She’d snort and gasp for air, but remained fast asleep. Her apnea comes and goes and changes in severity for no clear reason. But no matter how severe, her stellar sleeping pattern continued. At the beginning of December however, she started waking in the night. Usually around 2 am—awake and ready to rock for hours. We tried everything to solve the mystery. Is she too hot, too cold, is there light shining in her window somehow, nightmares, nightsweats, nightanythings?? Are Avery’s teeth hurting her and is this waking her up?  (If you could hear the grinding going on in this poor child’s mouth, you’d know this is a possibility). Hubby[…]

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BUSY is The New Four Letter Word?

I’m busy. So very busy. I can’t believe how busy I am. And he’s so busy. And she’s too busy. And don’t even bother with them, they’re really quite busy. And things aren’t going to suddenly get less busy. Unless you become incarcerated. Or you slip into a coma. Work, kids, activities, social engagements, chores, errands, the pursuit of happiness–these things take time and we get busy and yes, there’s gettin’ busy, which also requires time. A little anyway. Hi honey. I often ask incredulously, “How is it possible that I’m SO busy? I work from home, part-time.” The fact is, life is as busy as it we allow it to become. That’s deep. I need to italicize that. Having a full and active life isn’t a bad thing. But, when it causes you to shirk certain responsibilities like calling your ninety year old grandpa on a regular basis or to let important relationships slide, busy becomes a four letter word. We can always find time to surf the net, watch a movie, get our hair done. We’re not too busy for those things. So when we tell someone we’re too busy to see them, to call them, to check[…]

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