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Oh Man…She Loves Her Barbie Van!
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Six Super Ways To Make Summer Sizzle
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Evel Knievel Rides Into Summer
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Best Little Laugh
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Life Is A Highway
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Our Favourite Ride At Disney World
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The Night Watch
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Overjoyed
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The Perfect Craft For The Anti-Mess Mom
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Boy Toys?

Six Super Ways To Make Summer Sizzle

Minus the 44 degree scorchers when your skin basically melts off your skull, summer is my favourite season. Fresh air, green grass, picnics and plenty of time frolicking in the sun and sand…. how can you go wrong? (Again, minus those alarmingly hot, humid, tornado-threatening days that reek of imminent armageddon.) As soon as the sweaters come off and the t-shirts and shorts go on, we head outside to soak it all in. Well, as much as one can soak in wearing 50 sunblock. Six Summer Activities That Make The Season Extra Spectacular: 1. Splashing…in the pool, at a splash pad or at the beach, fun with H20 is one of the best parts about summer. It’s also the only time of the year you can tell someone to “go jump in a lake” without causing a rift. 2. Snapping photos….Avery takes her Kid-Tough digital camera when we go on hikes or a walks around the neighbourhood. You never know what or who you might capture on film. #PintSizedPaparazzi 3. Strolling and Rolling… summer is the season for getting out and about. A walk with grandpa along the pier or a trike ride to the end of the drive-way all[…]

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Evel Knievel Rides Into Summer

My daughter is happiest when she’s moving. Running, hopping, scooting around on her wittle bum, and of course,  climbing — her forte. The kid can’t sit still. I on the other hand am more than happy to sit until dust bunnies collect at my feet. But, when you have a child who is in perpetual motion, maternal sitting is rare. And as “enjoyable” as it is to play soccer goalie in the basement or hover helicopter-parent style under the jungle gym, sometimes I need a few minutes to do “frivolous” tasks like, you know, make dinner or unload the dishwasher. Occasionally (when the gods are smiling down upon my weary head) I’m able to cue up Netflix or set out some puzzles to keep this whirling dervish entertained and seated within view (because when she’s out of sight, THIS happens). So when the Fisher-Price Fairy delivered our latest toy to test, I knew it would be a win-win. Avery couldn’t wait to take it for a ride. No, seriously. Look at her. She couldn’t even wait for me to take it out of the box. If I had a dollar for every ounce of her enthusiasm, I’d be a very[…]

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Best Little Laugh

I adore the internet. My son would say, “If you love it so much why don’t you marry it?” Silly boy, that would make me a polygamist. Despite my screen being dotted with the odd spot of negativity, the bright spots eclipse the darkness. One of the brightest spots for me is my relationship with Fisher-Price. Toys, babies, supportive moms, playful kids. Hello, it doesn’t get sunnier than that. Speaking of sunny, check out these two goofballs. Aka, the lights of my life…. Nature has assured that parents find their children impossibly adorable and entertaining so that we don’t lose our minds on them when they wake us up for no good reason at 3:47 AM…. like today. One of the newest and brightest spots on the web is the Fisher-Price Laugh & Learn webpage. It offers all kids of fun webisodes, games, activities and apps to keep our little ones happy and entertained. Possibly at 3:47 AM… To celebrate the launch of this new site, Fisher-Price is hosting a contest called the Best Little Laugh. Enter by visiting the Best Little Laugh page and uploading your favourite photo or video of your baby at his or her cutest/funniest. Why[…]

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Life Is A Highway

Full disclosure I used to think (and even squawk out loud) that I didn’t understand the purpose of ride on cars. “Shouldn’t kids be exercising? Make them pedal for heaven’s sake! Are we raising a generation of lazy kids?!” I’m here to say that I was wrong and stand corrected. To make amends for my judgey ignorance, I invite any parent to whom I may have spouted off about this, to drive over me with their kids’ ride on vehicle. My daughter has been asking for one of these forEVER! She’s seen other kids riding them in the park and down our street and she’s been relentless. So this Christmas, look what Santa (aka my friends at Fisher-Price) delivered… It’s the Dora Jeep Wrangler in all it’s glory. To say my child was thrilled is an understatement. She couldn’t wait to get behind the wheel. However, Canadian winters are cold so we took our fun to our unfinished basement/indoor playground. At first she couldn’t steer. Like, at all. It was comical. I had to redirect her constantly until she started to understand the relationship between the steering wheel and where she wanted to go. It was like a light bulb[…]

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Our Favourite Ride At Disney World

When we asked our kids to name their absolute favourite Disney World ride, they unanimously agreed… The Hollywood Tower at MGM Studios was the winner! If you think our six year old would be terrified and far too little for such a ride, think again. She was the dang ring leader. When we up rode the rickety elevator for the first time, we did so together as a family. When the ride came to a stop, and the shrill screams of the riders (mostly my husband) subsided, it went silent. People were obviously catching their breath, and possibly swallowing down bile. And then amid the dark quiet a tiny voice cried out, “AGAIN!!!” My husband’s response to our daughter’s passionate plea was a solid, “Nope. Never again.” So we ditched that nauseated chicken and lined up and rode again. Several times. Yes, I felt queasy. In fact, I lost all blood flow to my upper body and my organs jellified at some point.  But, I’d do it again.  I love that my kids are fearless. That’s one of the most glorious benefits of childhood. Adventures aren’t obstructed due to pragmatic reasoning. Exhilarating experiences aren’t missed because of “what ifs?” or “maybe[…]

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The Night Watch

Ask any new parent and they’ll likely admit to having slept in their baby’s nursery, with tired eyes trained on the rise and fall of baby’s chest, ears pricked listening for each breath. We make our baby’s rooms cozy, soft and inviting, not only for them, but for us; for the hours spent there nursing, playing, changing, cuddling and vigilantly keeping watch. When my daughter was younger her seizures, some life threatening, rendered me afraid to leave her side. Many nights were spent in her room—her nestled in her crib, me curled up on the fuzzy carpet on the floor below. There is nothing quite as lonely and still as those quiet hours while everyone else in the world (it seems) is fast asleep. Avery woke often for comfort and midnight tube feedings (I wish I had thought to take a photo of the feeding contraption we MacGyvered for her with medical tape and tubing, it was like a pediatric beer bong.) This weekend while doing a spring clean, we donated several bags of the kids’ old toys and baby gear. The play pen, an old stroller, a baby gate, and the Fisher-Price Ocean Wonders Aquarium that once provided comfort[…]

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Overjoyed

Perhaps it’s attention seeking behaviour or possibly it’s the thrill of being the centre the action. Whatever the reason, my daughter is rather dramatic. I haven’t the vaguest idea where she gets it from. *flips back hair and sighs emphatically*  The first time she staged a “fake fall” we were shocked. We were spending the day at the Royal Ontario Museum as a family when Avery stumbled over a gentleman’s foot. She hit the floor with the force of a feather, but instead of getting up and moving on, she remained face down, arms and legs splayed every which way. The man was horrified and immediately went to her aid. We were concerned at first too, but when she looked over at me and grinned, I knew. She was acting.  Since then our mini Meryl Streep has regaled us (and others) with many such dramatic performances. Like an Oscar worthy shopping cart accident at Chapter’s last week.  Or this horrific (looking) bicycle fail at her cousin’s house last summer. Granted, she did tip over but… in slow motion. She took the time to place her cheek gently to the asphalt and even added some groaning for  effect.       […]

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The Perfect Craft For The Anti-Mess Mom

This is a typical early morning conversation at my house on any given Saturday…   It’s not that I don’t like painting or working with clay or paper mache. It’s the clean up that gives me hives. We Type-A control freaks are allergic to messes. This is why I love Wikki Stix. They’ve been around forever and for good reason. They are endlessly reusable, non-toxic, not messy AT ALL, and can be used in so many ways. Wikki Stix (on the right) are made of hand-knitting yarn enhanced with a microcrystalline food-grade, non-toxic wax. I’m not sure, but I don’t think the sticks on the left are quite as safe.    Wikki Stix are bendy and sticky and easy to use. You don’t need glue (hallelujah), you just press them down with light fingertip pressure and they adhere to almost any smooth surface, including paper. They are also easy to peel up and reposition so mistakes don’t matter. They don’t break or tear apart, but cut easily with scissors. Admittedly, some portion of my adoration for this colourful craft item stems from their simplicity (my daughter can use them independently which leaves me free to sneak off for more coffee). I[…]

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Boy Toys?

  Is there really such a thing as a boy toy? I don’t mean in a Madonna sort of way…  I’m talking about gender specific toys. You know, dolls for girls, army men for boys. For the record, the dolls and army dudes totally hook-up after hours. Toy Story opened my eyes to that deviant underground society. My kids don’t pay much attention to gender labels. They play with whatever captures their imaginations in the moment. My son often plays with his sister’s most iconic of girl toys — the dollhouse. Mind you, it generally serves as the hideout for robots, dinosaurs and a regiment of Storm Troopers. My daughter plays with her dolls occasionally, but not for long. She’s at her happiest when she’s active. And sweaty. And dirty. What captures her interest most are bike rides, bugs in jars, soccer games and her new passion, baseball {which in our rather small yard has led to abundant trips to the neighbour’s on ball retrieval missions}. Yesterday while my creative boy was creating, my sporty girl was playing with her new Grow-to-Pro Triple Hit Baseball machine. She started out t-ball style, but soon graduated to auto pitch. She can load[…]

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