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New Year’s Resolutions…


This year, as in past years, I came up with a few New Year’s Resolutions for myself. But, I’ve since scratched my list and gathered some inspiration to guide me in 2017 instead.

On parenting…

“Children have never been very good at listening to their elders, but they have never failed to imitate them.” James Baldwin

“One thing I had learned from watching chimpanzees with their infants is that having a child should be fun.” Jane Goodall

On decluttering and becoming more of a minimalist (yes, I just watched this)…

“Have nothing in your houses that you do not know to be useful or believe to be beautiful.” William Morris

“Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.” Leonardo da Vinci 

On showing love …

“Some think love can be measured by the amount of butterflies in their tummy. Others think love can be measured in bunches of flowers, or by using the words ‘for ever.’ But love can only truly be measured by actions. It can be a small thing, such as peeling an orange for a person you love because you know they don’t like doing it.” Marian Keyes

On being a good global citizen…

“No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.” – Aesop

On taking care of my physical self…

“Eat food. Not too much. Mostly plants.” Michael Pollan (In Defense of Food: An Eater’s Manifesto)


What about you? Did you decide to make resolutions this year?

Date Night in an Hour?!


Joe and I recently went out for a date night. We had forgotten to call the restaurant a few days in advance, so we wound up with the very responsible reservation time of 6:15 at one of our favourite spots, Les Faux Bourgeois. It didn’t disappoint and we had a great evening, but one thing shocked us both: we were home within about an hour. One hour!

My parents were here to look after Frankie, so it wasn’t that we were stressed about making it back. We didn’t even rush through dinner. It was just that we were ready to head back home once we’d finished up. A few reasons may have contributed to our early arrival home; it was a weeknight, we had been at work all day, I can’t drink right now… The other major factor, which surprised us both, was that we felt like we didn’t need as much time as we thought we would to recharge and to feel really connected to one another. When we got the bill, we just both agreed that we wanted to tuck our little guy into bed (again, maybe this was because we’d both been away from him all day).

In any event, our super fast date night made us realize that, yes, it’s important to make room for couple time. But, no, that doesn’t mean our couple time needs to be elaborate or take immense childcare planning. An hour here or there can help us accomplish quality time with one another.

Another sweet thing I think we realized was that we are in the midst of such a special time as a couple while we raise our young family. Thinking about this made me feel okay that we felt ready to come home so soon. Our son won’t always be here waiting for us and we are soaking it all in during this phase of our lives.

Has this happened to anyone else? Are parents just super efficient date night machines?




This is a bit of an inane post, but I just want to know if anyone else has had a lifelong problem dealing with socks.

Today, as I tried to do laundry, I stared down at a pile of odd socks. Odd socks have become an inevitable part of my day to day living and I think I’ve reached my limit. I don’t have a few odd ones here and there, I have a huge wicker basket full of odd them. For some reason, I only manage to pair up socks while in a mad dash on my way out. And, sometimes, most times, I settle for a close enough pair of two reasonably similar socks. If I know I’m going somewhere that I’m going to have to take my shoes off, then I will put in the extra effort to find a real match. This takes a long time and is often the reason I am a few minutes late for matching-sock type events. No joke.

Where do I go from here? Do I have a huge sock bonfire and start again? Or, do I spend two days straight trying to pair them all together? If I do that, will I just wind up back in this place again? Am I destined to give up on socks completely and only wear flip flops and Birkenstocks for the rest of my life? I live in a rainy city, can I really commit to that?  Do I accept my fate as being one of those odd sock people?

I feel pretty deep in this sock mess right now and am wondering how the heck did I got here and how do I get out?

How do most well adjusted people deal with socks? Is there anyone out there who’s been in a similar situation and managed their way through some kind of odd sock rehabilitation?

Again, I know this is inane, but seriously, I’d appreciate suggestions with this non-problem problem.

My 3 Resolutions


Every year I try to quietly make at least one resolution to myself. Oftentimes my resolve to achieve this resolution fades quickly when I realize I’ve set the bar too high (e.g. I vow to give up chips, I vow to shower every day). This year, I’ve decided to try 3 breezier resolutions that are a bit more general and (hopefully) achievable.

1. Enjoy nature more.

Pretty much, I just want to stop and smell the roses more.

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Once, when I was a kid, the power unexpectedly went out while I was at my friend’s house for a sleepover. We were forced to scrap our original plan of watching movies, eating popcorn, and playing Donkey Kong. Instead we lit candles, played board games, and ate whatever snacks and concoctions we could come up with that didn’t need heating. The night ended up being so much fun that we tried to recreate it a few times. It never really panned out though because convincing parents to go without power for entire evenings proved difficult. Continue reading

Me Day, You Day


It sounds ridiculous, but J and I have been doing this new thing recently where we alternate being the “head honcho” of the day. Basically, we take turns having the ultimate decision-making power. One day I choose what we do as a family together and prioritize what I want or need to do for myself (without any complaint from J) and then the following day it’s J’s turn to do the same (without any complaint from me).

We had been arguing over how to spend our days and complaining about how little time we had to do the most trivial of things (à la “all I want is have a few minutes to call my cell phone company and change plans”). It seemed to be happening more and more for whatever reason/because we have a whole new human to care for around the clock who is apparently more of a dictator than “head honcho” of every single one of our days. Now, knock on wood, we are managing our chunks of free time better, and collectively feel more control over the outcome of each passing day/the rest of our foreseeable lives.

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