Cuba – You always want what you can’t have

Standing at the kitchen sink, washing the dinner dishes, listening to my kids scream and fight with each other, I wish I was in Cuba. I long for the buffet meals with nothing to clean up, the lazy walks around the pool and down to the beach, the afternoon naps in the shade of a palm tree.

Up to my elbows in dish soap suds and dirty pots and pans, I let my mind drift to our recent family vacation in Varadero, Cuba.

The Great Fruit Smoothie Disaster

A bit of advice for you. Fruit smoothies and out-in-the-sun-all-day-really-close-to-nap-time toddlers don’t mix.

To enjoy some of the wonderfully hot but surprisingly not humid weather we have been experiencing, I set up a play date at a local splash pad for me and my kids with some friends of ours.

It could not have been a more perfect day. Up until 2pm that is.

Staying on track

Last week, Husband sent me an excited, adamant text message mid-way through the day stating that he was done with crappy eating and he was cleaning up his act.

I jumped on his band wagon, eager to enjoy a healthier lifestyle.

Oh Indecision, how I hate you

You may recall I recently wrote about the incredible indecision that is plaguing me. If you need to catch up on that series of posts, you can do so here, here and here. Oh, and you could also check out this one.

Well, I have been thrown another curve ball.

(Late) Midweek Confessions

So, I’ve been wanting to participate in this little link-up for sometime. But I always find out about it a few days after it happens by reading my cousin’s wife’s blog (note: she hasn’t linked up in a while, but her blog is still a great read!)

New Year’s Resolutions

Most people have a list of things they want to improve on in the new year.

I have decided that creating such a list is akin to spelling out all the things about myself that I don’t like and would like to change. And that list would be quite long if I got right down to it.

A Penchant for Drama

Just read a great post over here. Made me want to create my own list of things that residents of my house consider tragic.

Rough morning exit

I got home very late. It was the company Christmas party. I was out enjoying myself with my colleagues while my husband enjoyed some time alone with the children.

Parenting tactics

So, I’ve been trying a tactic with my toddler. Whenever he does something that he’s not supposed to do, for example, pulling on the curtains, I tell him, in my best stern mommy voice, to stop pulling on the curtains. I add a “please” to the end of my instruction, partly to teach politeness and manners by example and partly because all of my teaching by example has led my four-year-old to become the politeness police. I’d be severely reprimanded if I didn’t finish with a “please” or a “thank-you”.

The Coat

The Coat. Yes, it’s a big enough deal to write about. And yes, it’s a proper noun.

My daughter, now 4 years old, has always been on the petite side. She has usually worn clothes one size smaller than her age. So when the cold arrived this year, she was still wearing her size 3 winter coat. And she was fine with that. She had developed an attachment to it over the course of the previous cold season. And aside from the odd complaint when she had on a thick sweater, she was, in fact, quite taken with it. So much so that, when I realized that it was actually too small for her and mentioned that we should go shopping for a new winter coat, she became very distraught.