Life lately

I always joke to Darling Husband that you can easily tell when my life gets really, really busy — it’s when I don’t have time to blog. 
But that’s actually the truth, and I think it’s the same for a lot of bloggers (who don’t blog professionally). Work takes priority. And sometimes, when you feel like you’re working until your fingers are going to fall off from so much typing (hi), you just don’t have the time and energy to blog (hi again).
I’ve been working a lot lately, which is good and bad. Good because MONEY, HONEY. Bad because I get that chest-tightening stressed-to-the-max feeling that I may have taken on more than I can handle. 
And, you know, because it’s me, I will handle it all. My fingers may literally burn off from too much typing, but dammit, you can bet your bottom dollar I won’t miss a deadline.
I try not to feel guilty that I’m working more mornings lately (in addition to my naptime-worktime, which is SACRED WORK TIME NO MATTER WHAT). I try to remind myself that C is nearly 14 (!) months old now, and if I was still working at a full-time “real job,” I would have been back at work for two or three months already.
But with so many friends on maternity leave, it screws with my thinking, I think. It makes me think I am, too. Somedays I skip off to the park or a playdate with the kids, to meet up with our friends and hang out for the morning, and I’m like “Yeahhhh, it’s great to be a stay-at-home mom!”
But then, you know, I realize I have to shove everybody back in the minivan, rush home, throw together lunch like a madwoman, coerce everyone to eat quickly because “Mama’s got to work,” and then get everyone hustled up the stairs, cleaned up, and put down for naps. Then I tear back down the steps at a breakneck pace, toss on my headset, and dive into a sea of Google Docs — making and receiving calls, writing my ass off, and generally trying not to panic at the amount of work I’m cramming into a couple of hours.
I’m sort of a stay-at-home mom. 
Except that I’m also not one?
I’m very, very grateful to work from home, and get to spend so much time with my kids. I’m even more grateful to love what I do. Sometimes I wish I worked less — or at least thought about work less, and stressed over it less — and sometimes I think I wouldn’t mind working a little more … in a real office, with peace and quiet and no one throwing Playmobil pieces at me.
It’s nothing new for a working mom to strive for “balance.” Does anyone actually have it yet? I think I’ll settle for a bit more compartmentalizing.
When I’m with the kids, I need to stop worrying about when my articles are due, and who hasn’t called me back. It’s my nature to be a perfectionist (about work things, not about crafty things, of course). It’s my nature to desperately want my editors’ approval and UNDYING PRAISE (although I shouldn’t). 
But I need to keep reminding myself that (A) I’m a freelancer, not an editor, and (B) They are not paying me to worry about my work when I’m not even in my office.
We are planning our first family camping trip, and I’m looking forward to a couple of days away with my peeps. I need to take more deep breaths, and stop putting so much pressure on myself. Because you know what I’m (slowly) starting to learn? It’s this … 

How to host a Mickey Mouse birthday party (on a budget)

Since C turned one exactly six weeks before D turned three, we knew we wanted to host their “friend party” together.
It makes sense at this age, since they have all of the same friends — and otherwise, we’d be hosting two parties for the exact same group of people just six weeks apart. Kaching!
So we decided to have their “friend party” on a date between their two birthdays, and have family parties on their actual birthdays.
Here’s how it all went down … 
We invited 22 babies and kids, and 20 were able to come, so that mean 22 kids — including D and C — as well as about 20 adults. Luckily we rented the gym of a local rec centre for just $25/hour. It was well worth it to have so much space, and the kids could go wild running around and playing.
I made the invitations by printing out the details on regular white printer paper, cutting around it with pinking shears, punching holes in the top, and using a polka-dot ribbon to tie it to a section of Mickey Mouse themed cardstock. I got the cardstock at Michael’s during a scrapbooking sale (four sheets for $0.99!) and only paid about $1 for the spool of ribbon, it they were very inexpensive. I also bought a package of red envelopes at Michael’s for mailing them all out.
I made this sign to post on the doors of the rec centre, so people would know they reached the right place. I also cut out a bunch of paper “Mickey ears” and taped them to the floor leading into the gym, so the kids loved stepping on those as they arrived.

I bought sheets of red bristol board (posterboard or oaktag to my American readers) at the Dollar Store, cut them into strips, taped them together, and made a few banners for the walls. For the letters, I just cut them out of sheets of white printer paper and glue-gunned them on.

Since we were having so many LITTLE guests (one-year-olds, two-year-olds, three-year-olds, and a few babies), I knew I wanted to do mini-cupcakes. I’ve been at kiddie parties where D takes one lick of icing and then hands his mangled cupcake to me to eat, and I feel bad tossing it and getting my own, so I eat his, and … yeah, no. I didn’t want that. I figured little kids could eat one (or several), and adults could easily eat several without having to share.
I used two boxes of cake mix (one vanilla, one chocolate), and in my head, I’d figured that would make four pans of 24 minis (since two cake mixes would normally make 48 cupcakes). But no, it made way more than that. I believe it was 144 in the end. SO. MANY. MINIS.
I frosted everything with homemade vanilla buttercream (Buddy the Cake Boss’s recipe) and my mother-in-law’s delicious Hershey recipe, and they were great. Normally I’d do the cake from scratch, too, but when a cupcake is this teeny, I don’t see the point. I had bought the cake mixes on sale for $0.99, so it was perfect.

I wish I could take credit for arranging them in this Mickey shape, but it wasn’t my idea. Little Sis and her superstar BFF were helping me set up for the party, and they figured this out themselves. It was adorable!

For the non-Mickey cupcakes, I had made cupcake toppers using little cardstock scrapbook embellishments I’d bought at Michael’s, plus a few little wooden Cs and Ds in honour of the birthday kids.

With Mickey Mouse Clubhouse as a theme, I knew I wanted to do cute food labels. It would make even basic party food seem themed, even though none of it really was! (I didn’t have the patience to try those chocolate-dipped Oreo Mickey creations, sorry) I just downloaded some character pics, popped them into Microsoft Word, added some text, and got them printed at our local Staples (since we don’t have a colour printer).
I cut out the signs, glued them onto leftover red bristol board, and they were good to go! (I think they may have been my favourite part of the party)
Why does Blogger hate me, and not want to flip this photo?
I had painted a ceramic “1” and “3” yellow, but didn’t have a clear plan for them when we got to the venue to decorate. So they wound up on the present table, as a way to separate C’s and D’s gifts. Their very first gifts were from my sister’s bestie, H, and they were in Minnie and Mickey bags — how perfect! It made it really easy for people to see where to set down their gifts.
When guests walked in, they could put on a Mickey hat and even some temporary tattoos of Mickey and the crew. I bought the red polka-dot hats at our local Dollar Store (I think it was 8/$3) and just glued on black cardstock circles to make “ear.” Very simple, and the table looked great. Not too many people wore the hats, though!
I got really lucky with the loot bags, because I’d picked up packages of Mickey-printed ones at Zellers before they closed. I think I got each package of eight for less than $1 — it was a crazy clearance sale. I’d also grabbed 20 packs of the Toy Story stickers, which were super-cheap during the closing-out days. So I added some cute ruler/stencil things I’d bought at the Dollar Store, a little tube of bubbles, and a baggie of homemade chocolate-chip cookies. The older kids had lollipops in their bags, too, and the babies each got a package of Mum Mum crackers.
So many cookies …
I printed off labels for the bags on white printer paper, and then glued everything to black cardstock. Then I cut out little red bows for the girls’ loot bag labels at the last minute, and swooned over them. LOVE. BOWS.
Loot bags ready to travel to the venue!
The Mickey Mouse Clubhouse tableclothes were also scooped up during the clearance days at Zellers. The plain ones are from the Dollar Store.

Everyone really like the Mickey and Minnie figurines. I’d bought a package of large styrofoam balls at Michael’s, as well as a package of tiny ones, and just glued them together to make the heads. I added red cardstock bows to the Minnies, and everyone got glued to styrofoam bowls.

I always like to display photos of the kids at their birthdays, and put out their photo books for people to flip through. D, of course, had three books on display (he gets one for each birthday), and C only has one so far. I make and order my books through Mixbook, and I can’t say enough good things about them. Love them!

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Thanks for checking out my Mickey Mouse party details! We had a great time, and the theme was perfect for a shared boy/girl party.

I’m looking forward to having another joint party for them next year, too — although I’ve promised myself I’ll scale back on the sandwich-ordering. We had a fewwwww too many leftovers!

A year of potty-training

When I tell people that we took a year to potty-train D, they often think we had a horrible time doing it. But that’s definitely not the case. We just did things in stages, and kept everything very casual and slowwww for our kind-of-rigid really rigid toddler.

(He’s the kind of kid who freaks out if his bedtime cereal is served in a plastic bowl (it must be glass), so if your kid is anything like this, you may want to take notes.)

The end result was a little boy who has had very few accidents, no freak-outs over not wanting to use the potty, and no problems.

Here’s how it all went down:

24 months (June): D turned two in June, and his baby sister, C, was just six weeks old. Darling Husband and I had sort of discussed maybe potty-training him in the warm weather, since everyone says it’s easier. So we just started letting him run around the house totally naked sometimes, and leaving a Baby Bjorn potty in the middle of the (hardwood-floored) living room. We told him if he had to pee, just sit there and pee, but kept it very casual. He quickly discovered he did NOT like the feeling of pee running down his legs (or the puddle it turned into at his feet), so he began using it easily. I’ll never forget the (hilarious) shocked expression when he first peed all over himself while standing next to the couch.

25-26 months (July & August): We continued to give D lots of “naked time” with the potty, and encouraged him to sit on it occasionally while he watched TV. He was cool with that (it was basically a chair, after all). He started using the potty seats that fit onto the regular toilets. We bought him Elmo underwear, but he was terrified of it and didn’t want to wear it. No biggie. We’ll put it away! Just, you know, use the potty, Nudie.

27 months (September): D eventually came around on the underwear front (that Elmo is a tempting guy), and began wearing undies around the house. OMIGOD little boy undies are the cutest thing ever. I spent these months practically hugging myself at the cuteness of those little blue elastic waistbands. We put the Baby Bjorn potty in the basement bathroom, since he didn’t need it in the living room anymore as a constant reminder. He had very few accidents, and often didn’t want to use the potty seat — he liked “hanging low” by dipping his little butt right inside the regular toilet seat. He continued to wear a cloth diaper for naps and when we left the house, and wear a disposable at night.

28-34 months (October through April): D continued wearing underwear all day, and he now wore his undies out of the house, too. In public! I think he only had one pee accident in public, but I can’t actually remember it happening, so it must not have been traumatic for me. Darling Husband and I were VERY nervous, because even though he was great at home, we were sure he’d get distracted out in public. But he seemed to like using “the mall potty” and “the restaurant potty,” so it was smooth sailing — except for constantly asking him if he had to go! He still wore a cloth diaper for nap, and a disposable at night.

35 months (May): We took the plunge and decided he was ready to try wearing underwear at naptime. He was probably ready earlier, but naptime is when I work (I’m a freelance journalist, if you’re just tuning in). So I was REALLY hesitant about banishing the diaper and needing to be on-call for the potty. But I was also REALLY tired of changing disgusting poopy diapers from someone who could carry on a conversation with me! One morning, after a particularly foul diaper, I just said “OK! We’re all done with diapers. You don’t need them anymore.” D was a little bewildered, but agreed to wear underwear for his nap that afternoon. He peed while he was sleeping, but it didn’t wake him up, so I felt victorious! He wore underwear that night, too, and hasn’t asked for a diaper once.

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Yes, he still pees the bed here and there — I’d say he had a 70% success ratio off the bat, and it’s more like 90% now — and he’s had a sleeping poop accident twice (not fun!). But overall, it’s been much less scary than I had imagined.

D has had a childproof lock on his bedroom door since he was 18 months old (when he went into a twin-sized bed), and we actually just took it off the other day so he could slip out to use the bathroom when he needed to go.

It’s saved us *some* running up and down the stairs, since he occasionally uses the potty and then heads straight back to bed. But it’s also caused some mischief, since our little guy loves to get into things (garbage cans, drawers, cabinets, um everything). The other day, he stood on the kitchen counter to reach the medicine cabinet, took a small pair of scissors, and cut his own hair!

All in all, I’m happy with the very low-key, low-pressure, slowwww approach we took with D. Yes, he was in underwear shortly after he turned two, but he also wasn’t night-trained until just before he turned three. I have friends who have waited until their kids were at least 2 1/2 and then trained them in a matter of days, and I’m very impressed by that. But I know D, and I know how he doesn’t like changes in routine. He handled this mellow approach beautifully.

No more diapers! Well, for him, at least. Little C still has a good 12-15ish months left in them. But I have to say, no more disgusting adult-sized gross BIG KID diapers is certainly a nice change!

xoxo

We almost made it …

We made it allllllmost three years without one: a toddler stomach flu.

It’s true. In almost three years of parenthood, we’d never encountered a child with an actual stomach flu. D had only thrown up once (on Darling Husband’s last birthday!) and we suspected it was from too much cake. It was a one-time thing, no biggie (says the person who did not clean the carpet).

But the other day, the flu struck poor D. He threw up from 11 p.m. on Sunday night until 9 a.m. this morning (Tuesday). We’d think he was getting better, and then … he wasn’t.

Luckily, the little guy was in great spirits even through the worst of it. He kept saying “I feel better now! I go dow-a-sairs and play cars and trucks?” and I was like, “Uh, sorry, don’t trust you on the carpet yet.”

Here’s what I learned in the last 48 hours of pukedom:

  • I get really, really, really, grossed out by throw-up
  • Darling Husband is the best man in the world for cleaning it up 
  • When Darling Husband was at work, I surprised myself by manning up (womaning up?) and cleaning it all up myself (without throwing up)
  • A toddler who will beg for Gatorade in any other situation will not TOUCH Gatorade when he actually should be drinking
  • Pedialyte is not an acceptable beverage, apparently
  • Toddlers will not throw up in a mixing bowl, even if you beg, because, duh, that’s the bowl we bake out of, Mom
  • They eventually learn how to get to the toilet in time … sometimes
  • Doing three loads of wash between 11 a.m. and 4 a.m. is … not fun
Hope everyone else’s household is healthy!
xoxo

He says, I laugh …

Little D attempting to strike up a conversation with a neighbour (who is much too far away to hear him)

It’s so hard to believe that just one year ago, D was barely saying a word and had some serious hearing issues. Before those tubes were in place, our boy was the strong but silent type. These days, however, he doesn’t stop chattering away, and we love it — well, mostly.

I can’t get over how many funny things he says in the run of a day. Here are a few that have had me laughing lately …

  • (Calling out the screen door at the front of the house, to a neighbour hanging out laundry in her backyard): “Hi! … Hi! … Hi! … (turns to me) … Mum, dey not hi-ing me!”
  • (Singing this song from “Potty Time” over the baby monitor): “My body is amazing, amazing, amazing! My body is amazing, as you can see!”
  • (Periodically to himself, while eating his lunch): “Das good, Babe … Das good, Babe.”
  • “I go to Nannie and Grampy’s house and I SEE MY COUSIN JOSH and play a hockey with a COUSIN JOSH!”
  • “Oh no! The pregnant’s gone!” (translation: penguin)
  • (Describing how he arranged his stuffed animals during naptime): “Dey putting on a show. Dey so HAPPY! Doo doo doo, doo doo doo. Good job, am-imals.”
Keep chatting away, little boy. You always know how to make your mama laugh.
xoxo