Archive - May 2015

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Four Photo Friday—2
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Feline Fly Hunter
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Sprouting—I’ve Been Growing Actual Food On My Countertop!
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Is It Time For A Puntervention?
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Decisions—Growing Pains Update
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Growing Pains
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What Is “Veganish”?
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He Tied Me Up

Feline Fly Hunter

Hey guess what? Cats can “play dead” just as convincingly as dogs. Who knew? Well played Kevin. But death by pitch fork? Really? A bit of a stretch. However that daredevil thing you did the other night—the one where you nearly broke your neck falling from the top of the window? Now that was convincing. Bravo. *Take note cat, window shutters are not ladders. And flies, well they are totally disgusting so don’t feel bad that this one got away.

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Sprouting—I’ve Been Growing Actual Food On My Countertop!

I’ve been sprouting! And not just that one persistent hair on my chin. Thank you hormones. I’m sprouting beans. I am growing actual food like a farmer, only my field is my kitchen counter. While perusing the The Green Living Show in Toronto a few months ago, I came across the Sprouting World booth. I had no idea sprouting was even a thing. I’d never really thought about where bean sprouts came from. I just assumed they came from Whole Foods. Of course you can buy sprouts and sprouted salads from a variety of quality grocery stores, but you’ll pay mega beans. Sprouting dried organic beans at home is a much more economical option. Plus, it’s fast food (in a good way), totally easy to do, and the kids love watching the beans sprout. It’s like a science project on our counter 24/7. Since our family started following a veganish diet, we’ve bean (pun intended) enjoying having this fresh and nutritious bounty at our fingertips. Blended in a smoothie, added to a sandwich, sprinkled on top of soup, in a salad or simply eaten by the handful (sprouted green peas taste like fresh peas from the pod) there are lots[…]

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Is It Time For A Puntervention?

I appreciate a good pun, but not everyone feels the same. Some shun the pun and quietly seethe in the punner’s general direction. Sure this type of word play may not be the most sophisticated form of literature, but if one finds joy in a simple turn of phrase, what’s the harm? I once had a three week twitter convo flinging shoe puns back and forth with a fellow punster. A few people piped up to tell us to hold our tongues, but alas we chose not to tread lightly and instead ran ahead and even amped it up a bit to boot. If puns make you want to pun-ch a wall, then move along. But if a silly string of puns makes you smile, take a few minutes to listen to this recent skit from CBC’s “Irrelevant Show.” It’s only a matter of time before my family does this to me. Well, after they take care of my mother (the matriarchal punner of our family) first. Check out this “puntervention.” Puns—hate them or love them, this skit is for you! Listen Here. As a pun-lover and a photoshop addict, this image brings me ever so much joy.  Image

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Decisions—Growing Pains Update

When I wrote about recent Growing Pains with our daughter so many of you jumped in to offer support, compassion and some kick ass advice. We all know it takes a village to raise a child, but it takes that same village to support a family who’s spinning in circles, not knowing what to do. Thank you village. Sincerely. We’ve stopped spinning. For now at least. We met with a wonderful pediatric endocrinologist yesterday at Sick Kids. I can’t say often enough how lucky we are to live just a short drive away from this world class children’s hospital. With the support of a wonderful doctor and her team, we have decided to put off Avery’s impending human growth hormone treatment for at least six months. Pheeeeeee-ew. We learned the injections are nothing to fear. After the learning curve, they will become just another part of our daily routine. I can live with this. It’s the fear of the C word that has temporarily stopped us in our tracks. Avery’s pituitary does not produce enough HGH. The answer to why is hidden somewhere deep within her unique genetic make-up. But also lurking there in the shadows are other unthinkable possibilities.[…]

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Growing Pains

When I say our daughter is our little girl, I mean to say that she’s our little girl and she’s a little girl. She’s been following her own curve on the growth chart since she was born—way down at the bottom, around the 3rd percentile. Sometimes lower. Her adult height has been predicted to be around the 5ft mark give or take. Our main concern when she was younger was always her weight. A bony baby who refuses to nurse or eat even the tiniest meal is not for the faint of heart. We worked extremely hard to put weight on her (it’s still a struggle most days), only narrowly avoiding G-tube surgery. There was no secret bullet, only patience, persistence and possibly a deal with the devil. With our focus on all things high fat, nutrition packed, appropriate texture, etc. we didn’t worry much about her height. Until recently. We were sent for a consultation with a pediatric endocrinologist upon the recommendation of our pediatric neurologist who had concerns about her overall growth. After a bone age test—a simple x-ray of the growth plate in one hand—we learned that Avery’s growth measures at age four (she is eight). She[…]

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What Is “Veganish”?

Please allow me to explain my family’s dietary lifestyle choice, but first just let me make myself a ham and cheese sandwich. Kidding. I haven’t eaten a pig (on purpose) since 1990. I may have scarfed down some bacon in a hungover daze or ingested the occasional undetected bacon bit in a Caesar salad over the years, but for the most part, there is never intentional pork on my fork. I wasn’t really a meat lover growing up, but I tucked in because I needed the meat derived protein. Hello, Canada Food Guide conspiracy. More on that in an upcoming post. My family ate mostly chicken, fish, and the occasional lamb chop—to be clear, I was really only interested in the mint jelly sauce. Steak at our house was rare (as in infrequent, but cooked to a leathery chew-until-next-Tuesday texture). We ate eggs and drank milk, because, ahem…healthy. Little did we know milk, touted for its mega calcium propelled bone building properties, was in fact leaching the calcium from our bones. More on THAT later too. Spoiler alert: Casein is a dietary devil cloaked in a milky white washed dairy deception. In 1990, my first year at university, I wrote[…]

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He Tied Me Up

  You thought this was going to be some kind of S&M scenario, didn’t you? Rest assured, you won’t need a safe word to read this story. But seriously, I really did get tied up—by a neighbourhood kid when we were seven. We were playing in his backyard when suddenly, I can’t remember why, he tied me to a garden trellis with a skipping rope. There was rake involved somehow too. I had limited upper body strength (if you could see me at the gym now, you’d see THAT hasn’t changed) and I wasn’t able to undo my tethers. He left me there for some time. As demonstrated by my current freedom, he obviously returned at some point to untie me. It’s crazy the things we remember with such incredible clarity decades later—which is made all the more remarkable since now, at the ripe old age of 40-something, I can’t remember a damn thing. I couldn’t possibly tell you my kitty corner neighbour’s name even though I just knew it. And then forgot it. And was reminded of it. And then forgot it again. I could ream off a laundry list of things I forget on a weekly basis. Wait,[…]

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