Mini Me’s First Flight

Part 1

Ottawa to Toronto
1pm – 2pm

The day finally arrives and we 3 were off to the airport to start our travels to Greece.

You could smell the excitement and nerves.

(Or maybe that was just me sweating like I was about to commit a crime.)

Our first hurdle came when we were checking in.

Turns out we were OVER WEIGHT on our luggage.

I assumed (wrongly of course) that they would take the total of all 3 bags. They (Air Canada) didn’t and we I was stuck in front of the check-in counter transferring clothes and other items between bags trying to make them balance.

Honestly, I felt like a contestant on a game show . Close your eyes and imagine me trading maple syrup for sandles in one bag, diapers for formula in another. Hauling each (overweight) bag on the scale everytime a switch was made, the check in ladies chanting:


After about 20 minutes and a bottle of vodka water later, the bags were balanced and I was like….giphy

As it was close to lunch time we stopped for something to eat and watched the planes from the restaurant window.

Our flight was right at nap time and it was starting to show, the cranky pants were being put on one leg at a time and I could feel we might be heading into trouble.  Thankfully we stumbled on a miracle sent straight from the Motherhood Angels themselves.

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Nothing says distraction quiet like a water feature. (Unless you are seeing it on arrival after 2 flights and 14 hours later and the kid remembers it and nearly loses her shit wanting to play there again – yeah not so much fun that time)

It kept her busy until the announcement for our flight to board came.

So we joined the line of parents and boarded. Mini Me was a little miffed other people got on the plane before her, but if that the worst reaction we got, well I will take it.

Once on the plane she greeted everyone, sat in her seat, buckled her seatbelt (then unbuckled it…then buckled it…..then unbuckled it….then buckled it).

Finally, it was time to take off and still I panicked. A thousand thoughts racing through my mind. Was she going to freak out about the sound, confined space, would her ears hurt or would she demand to get out “RIGHT. NOW. MOMMY”.

She managed to surprise the hell out of me and took it as if she was a seasoned traveller. (She clearly inherited the travel genes)

The highlight of her flight had to be the built-in monitors on the seats where she watched an episode of Calliou while snacking on a cookie.


We arrived in Toronto an hour later and after disembarking were off to the international departures. A long walk and a quick stop to make sure we were going the right way and we made it through security and passport control to the international departure lounge.

We had a long layover in TO before leaving for Athens and through all the searching on-line I did before the trip I found that there was a Plaza Premium Lounge that we could buy into. For 3 hours access we paid $35 each (Mini Me was free) and had unlimited access to food, drink, toilets and a space that we confine Mini Me in. You didn’t need to be some fancy first class ticket holder to get in. We literally took our shoes off and relaxed.

The dollar store treats we bought before our trip were really most useful here. We were able to keep Mini Me busy for the duration of our time there, and although we were worried about her disturbing other passengers, we went with the attitude that we were paying clients too. The most bothering she did was talk to EVERYONE and pretend talk on ALL the phones there. Well worth the money in my opinion.

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So that’s how the first leg went.
Stay tuned for more of our adventures.

PART 2 – The Layover 



Parenting my toddler or How I am still sane is beyond me!

Parenting a toddler can be mentally exhausting.
You have to be 20 steps ahead of them, cause those little feet catch up and on pretty darn quickly.

I know it’s a wonderful time for them – learning new things, testing boundaries (aka pushing mommy’s buttons)

I KNOW you know what I mean!

You approach new ideas, foods, outings and anything out of their comfort zone with false confidence all while sweating more than a thief about to get caught, your heart beating faster than the day you lost your virginity.

Most situations are tackled with the precision and fineness of the bomb squad and other times you are totally up in their face ghetto like:

Some days it feels like you are trying to get the cool kid at school to like you with the same fear of being rejected, shot down or laughed at.

One minute they are flying high on life and yogurt, the next they are throwing it back at you (literally) and melting down because you fed the cat, after you asked them if they wanted to feed the damn cat and they said no, so you fed the cat and it was still the wrong thing. (True story – 6:20am this morning). Lord help me when my days start like that.

Pass me the wine.



When you say nothing at all

Sometimes the best thing you can do for a mom (new / experienced) is…5c9547ad47988f35c259a3b28c4fb51c

We don’t always need advise, or need to be told what we should, or could be doing different. There are times we just need to vent and have someone to take the time to hear what we have to say.

Moms spend so much time being something to everyone that they often feel forgotten.

And to the moms – share.
Share your feelings and concerns, your insecurities and your worries.
Open up to someone you trust and (here’s the important part) LET them be there for you
Let them hear what is on your heart.
You are important.Signaturekeep-calm-and-hug-mom-9

The way I are!

I am not a better mother than you are because of the way I do things,
I am a better mother to my child because of the way I do things!


I use disposable diapers,
because I don’t want to deal with anymore shit than I have to.
I formula fed (eventually),
because my child was hungry.
I rocked my baby to sleep,
because it’s the only way she would get to sleep.
I let my baby fall asleep on me,
because it’s the only way we slept.
I sleep with my husband and toddler,
because it’s the only way we get a decent night sleep.
I lie with my toddler before she falls sleep,
because I enjoy it (most nights).
I didn’t let my child cry it out,
because I could handle her crying.
I shout,
because sometimes a long explanation to a 2-year-old just won’t do.
I make a special meals at dinner time,
because sometimes my sanity is not worth the fight.
I allow brownies for dinner and cupcakes for breakfast,
because they contain 3 food groups.
I don’t always keep a tidy house,
because its not a priority for me.
I enjoyed going back to work (and didn’t feel guilty),
because being a SAHM would have driven me to drink.
I am a medicated mom,
because without them I would have been a raging mess.
I also vaccinate without thinking twice or googling the lengthy lists of possible reactions and side effects.

The decisions I make are not based on books, peer pressure or what the latest fad is.
They are not because I read them on a mommy board or asked for someones opinion, advise or approval.
They are merely whats right for my family and I.

I hope all moms can find comfort and peace with the decisions they make or have made.
Let them be yours.


Yes, Sometimes I Lose my Shit!

Firstly apologizes to my biggest supporter and fan for the title.

Bear with me on this one mom.

I am a huge supporter of gentle parenting, and I try the calm approach to situations as much as possible. But then there are times where I lose my shit. I am talking off the wall mad woman, screaming like a banshee lose it!

You can only have your food thrown back at you and be told NO so many times before you become “that type of mom”.
The one that has been pushed just a little to far.
The one in the store shouting at her child to “COME HERE NOW”.
The one that has taken to threaten her child within the inch of their life to get things done.
The one we all don’t want to be.
But the one we sometimes end up being cause after all we are only human.

Yes I know – Shocker I said the “H” Word. Cause moms are supposed to rise above ANYTHING!

I suppose it’s because we think we should have a handle on this by now. But we don’t, and we never will cause these little people and the roles we play in their lives are evolving and changing EVERY-SINGLE-DAY.

Even on our trip we had our moments (albeit only one or two) where I could have clawed my husbands beating heart from his chest with my bare hands and dropped Mini Me into the ocean, all while cackling like a mad woman. Yes. I would say I had my moment(s).


Next time you look at me, or any mom out there thinking she has it all figured out, try to remember she doesn’t.

She is tired, over worked, under appreciated and going through her own struggles.

She has a toddler turning down her home-made meals, a baby that is not sleeping, a husband that is driving her close to making love to a bottle of scotch and a laundry pile away from losing her own shit!


Its okay.
It’s okay to be human.
It’s okay to admit you cant do it all.
It’s okay to not do it all and be all you can be.
I mean come on this is not the Army.

We don’t receive badges for getting our kid to finish a meal or attend ceremonies decorating us for bravery after we faced the grocery store alone with a toddler. You do not get debriefed after every traumatic encounter with your spouse or kid and there are no survival courses on how to get through this journey without screwing up.

So lose your shit once in a while.
And thats OKAY
Cause as I am learning and trying to remind myself


Spagetti For Breakfast

When Asked what she wanted for breakfast last Friday, Miss S declared, Pagetti.

And so Pagetti she got.

Yes as I have mentioned before in Let them eat cake, life is to precious to sweat the small things like meal time battles. Anyway her amazing mom (aka ME) is a huge advocate in spagetti for breakfast.

It was a great moment to share pagetti for breakfast with my mini me.

Yes I am “that kind of mom”. I give in. I pick my battles, and I am trying day to day to not sweat the small stuff and enjoy every moment and heartbeat I am blessed with.


Update: PS – Spagetti was leftovers and not made from scratch – NO WAY I AM THAT COOL or ACCOMODATING 🙂

Let them eat cake!

I am the mom guilty of allowing cupcakes for breakfast and cookies before bed.

Life is there to LIVE and enjoy and yes to have cake for breakfast.
Why not, as one mum pointed out to me not too long ago, cupcakes have eggs, milk and flour in – PERFECT breakfast ingredients

Having a two-year old is like seeing life and the world through brand new innocent eyes.

Yesterday there was no cake for breakfast…but there was brownies for dinner.