This column originally ran in the August 2012 edition of Southender magazine.
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Before having children, I was never a social butterfly. I was more like a social ant, who kind of plodded along, doing their work — occasionally hanging out with a few other ants on the farm.
Trust me, no one understands the importance of a playdate like someonea work-at-home mom in a one-vehicle family. Without the miracle that is the playdate, I would be penned up in this house like a wide-eyed ferret in the pet store. They are often the highlight of my week, and an essential key to maintaining my sanity.

You have to find the right balance between having your home perfectly company-ready, and having your home look the way it does around 4 p.m. on a Sunday (i.e. like a bunch of toys, sippy cups, and stacks of laundry threw a rave in your living room). Let’s face it — the kids will still throw toys around and get crumbs everywhere, so it doesn’t need to be perfect. You’re striving for “a comfortable, inviting home that welcomes children and encourages fun.” So sweep the floors (or vacuum if you have carpet), wipe down the counters and tables, and do a quick tidy.
If there will be babies who are just starting to snack, have some fruit, dry cereal, or puffs available for them. Toddlers tend to be grazers, and they also tend to be extremely picky. Instead of putting out a tray of food for them to attack and destroy, leave the snacks on the counter and provide little plates for doling out individual servings.
Supply sippy-cups for anyone who doesn’t have one in their diaper bag, and offer juice and milk. Put out large stacks of paper napkins, and a stash of baby washcloths for wiping sticky hands and faces. Make sure everyone knows where the changing table and the potty seats are located. If we’re having fruit or raw veggies, I leave out a small cutting board and a knife so we can chop things up into appropriately-sized bites — every parent has a different comfort level when it comes to choking hazards.
The kids aren’t the only ones who will be hungry! Our playdates are always in the morning, so I sometimes make muffins or miniature cinnamon buns. But I also make a heavenly chocolate-chip cookie, which has been jokingly (or not-so-jokingly) called my “friend-making cookie.” Yes, they’re that good.
I try to remember to put the kettle on just before everyone arrives, so the water can be quickly reheated for tea — regular and decaffeinated, since most of my friends are pregnant or breastfeeding. Sometimes the playdate snack actually serves as our breakfast, if we’ve all been too busy wrangling our kids to eat.
It can be hard to carry on a meaningful conversation in the middle of kiddie chaos, but you know what? We’re used to it. Yes, we often have to stop in the middle of a sentence to ask someone to share, or take a too-small toy away from a toddler, but we still find a way to chat and laugh and get caught up. Anyone holding a baby can’t drink their hot tea, so it gets cold and needs to be reheated. We keep an eye on each other’s kids, pass babies around, and keep the conversation flowing. We’re used to being flexible and trying to make time for ourselves however we can.
It can be hard to figure out what to serve at a lunchtime playdate, because of Extreme Toddler Pickiness (see above). Grilled cheese sandwiches and chicken fingers usually go over pretty well, but I find the winning menus seem to be make-your-own mini-pizzas or quesadillas. Putting out a bunch of ingredients and just letting parents put together their child’s portion is usually the most successful, because you don’t have to worry about who likes what.
We don’t always have lunchtime playdates, but they’re a great way to extend the morning’s play and spend more time together. At the end of the meal, the kids are exhausted and ready to go straight down for their afternoon naps — and that’s the sweetest reward of all.
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Don’t they look amazing up on our newly-painted kitchen wall? I love how they will make it clear for everyone who visits our home, and we won’t get the “Which garbage do I use?” question over and over.
Cost breakdown:
Four frames from the Dollar Store: $4
Printing four photos at Walmart: $0.98
Paint and brushes: $0 (already had)
Total project cost: $4.98
When we moved into this house, I knew I wanted to dedicate a large wall to having a family gallery — a spot to display the kids’ artwork, and be able to change it up without taking apart frames.
So here’s how I did it …
I went to the local dollar store and checked out the home decor aisle. I found a couple of “frameless paintings” (I guess that’s how the label chose to describe printed canvases?) as well as a few photo frames. The artwork and frames were just cheap gold-painted plastic, but I picked ones that had a nice size or texture — it’s “all in the bones,” as the designers say, right?
Once I brought everything home, I took the frames and canvases out to the shed and gave them a few coats of white spray paint. I also spray-painted a wooden “C” and some letters that spelled “CLARKE GALLERY” that I’d purchased at Michaels, because I’m obsessed with putting our family’s name/initial in as many places as possible.(It should be noted that I am the world’s worst spray-painter, because I get overzealous and can’t seem to remember the whole “several thin coats” philosophy. I happily spray and spray until the can is empty. Luckily, for a project like this, it didn’t matter.)
When the pieces were dry, I brought them back into the house and used my trusty glue-gun to attach black metal binder clips for holding artwork. A more organized crafter probably would have thought to do this before the painting process, but oh well.
Once the binder clips were firmly glued on, I played around with the arrangement on the kitchen floor until I figured out how I wanted it to look. I had a good chunk of wall to fill, but everything had to stay sandwiched between the light switch and the thermostat.
I hung all of the canvases up just using pushpins, because they’re so light that they don’t need much support. I used wall anchors and screws to hang the frames — mostly to appease my husband, who hates when I hang things with pushpins. For the wooden letters, I used my favourite sticky picture-hanging strips, because they’re easier to cut down to fit behind smaller items.
Although this gallery wall only cost us about $20 — for canvases, frames, spray paint, and wooden letters — it could easily be an even cheaper project if you use existing frames.
After I’d completed the gallery wall, I found the little wooden “Create” cut-out at Michaels, so I added it to the top. The nice thing about this arrangement is that I can add onto it anytime, if the gallery decides to show more of our work!
I really like how the wall colour shows through behind the white frames, so I try to hang smaller masterpieces on those hooks.
Our family gallery has been a bustling spot, as the kids constantly make new works of art to hang up. Dexter brings home at least two or three creations every time he goes to preschool, and he’s so proud to see his paintings and worksheets go up.
Did I mention that the gallery wall is conveniently located directly above our recycling bin? It makes for a very discreet transition when it gets too crowded up there!
xo
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Once upon a time, there was a girl who attended concerts all the time. She did it for a living, because part of her job as an Entertainment Reporter was reviewing concerts. It was kind of the best job EVERRRR, right?
Fast-forward a few years later, and that girl is now married with two little ones. She hasn’t been to a concert in four years. She probably forgets what a concert is like, actually.
But! The girl is now VERY EXCITED, because she just bought tickets to a concert. There are four guys in the group, and they have super-awesome songs that I’m always singing.
Yes.
You know it.
The Imagination Movers!
I told D, but he just kind of stared at me blankly. However, he freaks out with excitement when they show clips from their concerts on TV, so I think he’ll be psyched when we’re actually there.
Scott (the long-haired one) is my favourite. I kind of have a huge Mommy crush on him.
Can’t waaaaaaaaaaaait!
I feel like all of a sudden, D is really “learning” things. And by things, I mean colours, numbers, and letters.
In reality, he’s been learning his colours for months now (and had slowwwwly been grasping the signs for each — mainly everything was “boo” (blue) though).
Now, though, I can point to colours and ask him what they are, and he’ll tell me! He always signs it, and usually will try to say the word, too. Sometimes he even points at a colour — my shirt, a diaper, etc. — and just tell me the colour. And of course, I’m like WHAT A GENIUS OMGGG!
But the letters and numbers! This is all very new and exciting. So far he calls every letter “O” or “E,” but the numbers are coming along swimmingly. I feel like I’m constantly quizzing him because I’m so excited.
Here’s a typical exchange:
Me: Let’s count! Yay! ONE …
D: Uhhhhnnnn.
Me: TWO.
D: Toooooooo.
Me: THREE.
D: Feeeeeeee.
Me: FOUR.
D: Fohhhhh.
Me: FIVE.
D: Fihhhhhh.
Me: SIX.
D: Sihhhh.
Me: SEVEN.
D (pauses): Sss *mumbling*
Me: EIGHT.
D: Ayyyyyyye.
Me: NINE.
D: Nyyyyyye.
Me: TEN!
D: Tehhh!
He stretches out each letter (which I’m not sure is related to his hearing loss or not?) and is getting pretty good at repeating them.
But if I ask him to count on his own? Or if he just starts to “count something” on his own? Um …
D: Tooooo. Fohhhhh … Tooooo. Fohhhhhh.
Why does he just say “two” and “four”? Um, totally my fault. It’s because of cheerleading, you see.
My mom does this cute thing called baby exercises, where you sort of pump their legs in a bicycling motion and chant along with it. She did it with me and Little Sis when we were babies, and I always do it with D and C.
It goes: “Two, four, six, eight! Who do we appreciate? D—-! C—-! Gooooo team!”
So, yes, I am 100% to blame for my son’s, er, preference for counting like a cheerleader. It started happening not long after I started doing the chant with C.
I tried to undo my damage by singing “One! Two! Three! Four! Who are the kids that we adore?” but no dice.
Sorry for confusing you, D. But at least you’re a shoo-in for the junior high cheerleading team someday, right?