Before Emilia was born, I fussed endlessly about babyproofing. Never mind that it would be months before she would even enter the world, let alone move around it and find its electrical outlets: I was convinced that when it came […]
It’s Emilia’s birthday this weekend. Her dad made homemade birthday party invitations for her, and they kind of break my heart: I’d have invited you, but, you know, Emilia will only share so much cake. Also, I need to not […]
Emilia, at four years old, is a daredevil and a tomboy and a sports enthusiast and a thrill-seeker and an all-around rapscallion. To say that I think that’s awesome is extreme understatement. And sure, being a rapscallion tomboy means that […]
I wrote this post four years ago today. Four years ago, when the girl – my girl! – was a wee baby and I already knew (that is: sort of, maybe, had a good guess about) what I was in […]
It’s been a hard week around here. Both Jasper and Emilia are sick. Tanner is declining. Life just seems dark and hard. But all it takes is a minute or two of flipping through some recent pictures of a wee […]
These, if one goes by the picture above, are the reasons that my daughter loves me: 1) Candy2) Presents3) Make-up. The picture, she tells me, is of “a coffee rainstorm, which I know would make you happy.” So. If one […]
A four year old ninja hugs her little brother. There’s a metaphor here about the kick-butt power of love, but I’m having trouble putting it into words, so I’ll just let the picture speak for itself.
I’ve been struggling with depression. I’m always struggling with depression, in some respects, but it feels harder, these days. My husband asks me if I’m sad, and I tell him no, because depression is different from sadness, but there’s an […]
The Easter Bunny, Emilia informs me, is a fighter. “He can fight, Mommy. Because he’s big.” “Santa’s big, too.” “Santa doesn’t fight, though, because he doesn’t need to.” “Oh?” “He just has elves around him, and they’re happy and nice, […]
(Emilia does not like princess dresses, but she’s game to play dress-up when asked nicely, and if she can the dress off immediately after the picture is taken. Next week we’ll be playing an epic game of dress-up as we […]
This is what you do when everyone in your household is horribly, vomitously, lung-hackingly ill but someone still needs to go to the corner to get toilet paper and you figure that even though you can barely stand you might […]
To say that Emilia got angry at the sledding hill today would be to understate things dramatically, although it was never clear whether she was mad at the insufficiently slippery snow, the insufficiently steep slope, or both. Neither apologized.
Emilia and her boyfriend. I KNOW.
My girl, taking her first independent steps on ice, which, for a Canadian child, is a moment of great importance. And if this means that the 2022 Winter Olympics are going to have one more Canadian figure skater/speed skater/female hockey […]
All that’s missing is the snowboard. God, I love that she’s a tomboy.
Jasper and Emilia, waiting for a jet plane to fly them from 2009 to 2010. It doesn’t matter where or how you ring in the new year. All that matters is, with whom.
And two small people tried to follow him on their little plastic sled, but, you know, it’s just not the same without reindeer, so he got away. Ah, well. There’s always next year.
Emilia doesn’t really care all that much about princesses. When I told her that we were going to go see Disney Princesses on Ice,* she asked, “will they be playing hockey?“ — “No, but they’ll be skating.” “Will it be […]
Because, put her in a soccer uniform and hand her a soccer ball and say “say cheese” and she just cocks her hip and smirks and looks for all the world as if she was born with shin guards and […]
My daughter’s junior kindergarten class had a homework assignment last week: decorate a construction paper cut-out Christmas tree. Not just color it or paint it or throw glitter at it: decorate it. With stuff found around their homes. Emilia takes […]
Girl: “I am bigger than Jasper, so I could just take his pudding.” Me: “You will not take his pudding. I am bigger than you, so I will enforce that.” Girl: “I was just joking about taking Jasper’s pudding.” Me: […]
My daughter, at the site where we held my father’s memorial, watching the water fall down down down. Me, watching her, feeling the spray of the water against my cheek, feeling grateful to have this place – this cathedral of […]
Four years ago, my daughter was born. Four years ago, I became a mom. My own mother used to tell me that she considered my birthday as much her day as mine, because it was the day she gave birth, […]
She looks like what might happen if the Tin Man and the Scarecrow mated and produced a doll-decapitating serial killer, but appearances can be deceiving: she is a Jumbo Rainbow Craft Robot, and the decapitated baby head is Baby Sally, […]
Spotted in Area 51: small Buzz Lightyear clone sporting decapitated alien remains on head. Approach with extreme caution.
How is it that small children are even more adorable when they’re upside down? Does cuteness bend gravity in such a way that the very physics of sweetness are amplified when the object of sweetness is suspended in mid-air? Science […]
We’re just not sleeping around here. Like, never. Jasper goes to bed sometime between 7:30 and 8pm; Emilia, shortly thereafter. Depending upon work schedules, the extent of laundry build-up and what’s on television any given night, my husband and I […]
That’s Emilia in her new soccer uniform. Emilia is now playing soccer, which, if I’m not mistaken, makes me a soccer mom. No offense to soccer moms – some of my best friends are soccer moms – but I never […]
What happens when you try to really explain to a precocious, dinosaur-obsessed three-year old about Moses and the Ten Commandments: Emilia: Moses was this man and God gave him the Demandments on some rocks? Me: Stone tablets, which are like […]
I took the children to the Royal Ontario Museum the other day. I told Emilia that we were going to see the dinosaurs, but really, we were going because I wanted to see the Dead Sea Scrolls and the scroll […]
I learn something new from my kid every day.
Emilia: “Mommy, Grandpa lives in Heaven now.” Me: “I know.” Emilia: “Does that mean that he’s an angel?” Me: “Yes, sweetie, I think that it does.” Emilia: “And do angels have wings?” Me: “I think so.” Emilia: “Does that mean […]
Sisters and cousins and babies, oh my: a family portrait (me, my sister, and our children), as conceived and directed and shot by Emilia, age three and three quarters. Emilia has a very promising future with Sears Portrait Studios, I […]
From the Life Goes On files: Emilia prepares for her first day at Big Kid School. Oof, my heart. OOF.
August, 2006. That was what my little feminist looked like before she grew hair and an attitude. No, wait. She always had the attitude. Hair just seems to have intensified it.
Emilia isn’t one for dolls, really. She much prefers taking them apart and incorporating them into art installations than she does cuddling them and pretending that they’re real. Because they’re not real, as she likes to remind me whenever I […]
It was my husband’s birthday this weekend. We celebrated by making Emilia’s favorite meal, spaghetti, and having Emilia’s favorite cake, cake. Because that’s how birthdays go when you’re parents to small children to whom birthdays mean only CAKE, and also, […]
It is wonderful to be traveling with the kids. It is also very, very difficult. It is wonderful for all the usual reasons. Their excitement at seeing new things. Their enjoyment of swimming pools and street performers and hotel bathrooms […]
July 1, 2006. Her first Canada Day. A Wordless Wednesday Jam, which is now Wordless This Wednesday In History Wednesday. Because I am forgetting too much. Join me if you feel so inspired.
Emilia, June 2006. Be still, my heart. A Wordless Wednesday Jam, which henceforth is going to be Wordless This Wednesday In History Wednesdays. Because I am forgetting too much. Join me if you feel so inspired.
Emilia had her first dance recital this past weekend. There really are no words for how it feels to watch your daughter – your little girl! your baby! – walk away from you and then reappear on a brightly lit […]
I spent yesterday morning in a hospital waiting room. Two hours or so, waiting for a doctor to see Emilia, whose face and neck had swollen grotesquely in reaction to a bug bite. Was she allergic? Had the bug bit […]
Emilia has been toilet-trained since sometime last year. Which is awesome, because diaper and pull-up-pant changing are a drag. What is less awesome is the need to be constantly on the look-out for a bathroom because your small child can’t […]
Uh-oh. Let’s do the math here: if my stock-in-trade is stories about and pictures of my kids, and one of those kids decides that she is JUST SO OVER having her picture taken, and we calculate that equation as x […]
We first faced this dilemma last year, when we were considering moving Emilia into a more formal preschool, and I wrote about my anxiety over the decision then. We decided against it for the time being, but then the school […]
Well, for French babies, anyway. Apparently their mamans insist that they wash their hands and keep their fingers out of their noses and go to bed when told. Such injustices have compelled some French babies to protest publicly. One baby […]
Yesterday was the first day of spring. I like spring. Which is, I suppose, nothing unusual. Everybody likes spring. What with the daffodils and tulips and morning dew and Easter Creme Eggs (sorry, Cadbury Creme Eggs) and bunnies and all. […]
UrbanMommy’s trial by pregnancy is over: UrbanBaby arrived yesterday! And WonderBaby, Future Ruler of the Known and Unknown Universe would like a word… Dear UrbanBaby, Welcome to the world. It’s a good world. It’s not as comfortable as the world […]
WonderBaby, Future Ruler of the Known and Unknown Universe has grown. . Doesn’t even fit in the picture… And as she has grown in size, so has she grown in strength, and with the increase in strength has come an […]
1. Michelle Williams. Okay, so we all know about how Heidi Klum was strutting her Victoria’s Secret behind mere minutes after giving birth, but she’s not of this planet. Michelle Williams, on the other hand? Not from Planet Vicki’s, gave […]
Before Baby was born, I was more or less indifferent as to whether I would have a boy or a girl. The things that I was wishing for in a child – beyond good health – were pretty gender-neutral: keen […]
(There has been much activity here at Baby Headquarters, and so much to report on: swaddle busts! parties! cat chases! One hardly knows where to begin. But since we have to portion out stories this week – Mommy returns tomorrow, […]
Ah, the feets… A perfectly executed Fourth Position (in grand plié, not shown) … the feets, the feets. The lovely, lovely oversized feets. What more can be said of them, really, other than that they are kissable, munchable, and adorable […]
We have, my friends, crossed the Rubicon. My determination to have a baby-friendly home that was nonetheless free of all that is garish and plastic has received its final blow. Behold, the Exersaucer: Yeah, okay, she’s a LITTLE bit challenged […]
The swaddle gods, they are laughing. Oh, how they laugh. I have endeavoured to overcome; I have given up; I have endeavoured again. I have given up again. I have embraced the swaddle, I have cursed the swaddle, and I […]
To yesterday’s post. Just cuz, well, there’s always more to say. And today I don’t really have anything new to say. So, POSTSCRIPT… Yesterday’s booby blog can be taken as Exhibit A, solid evidence that motherhood turns perfectly respectable thinking […]
Boob discovery #1: Baby is getting bored of the boobies. Not the lovely meals that issue forth from the boobies, which she insists upon having at the ready, but the booby itself. Once upon a time (two weeks ago) she […]
It has now been fully six days since I last set foot in the outside world. This whole hunkered-down-with-the-sick thing is starting to wear a little thin. I’m actually feeling a little better, thank you very much, which is sort […]
So, this whole new motherhood thing is, like, really hard. I know that it’s extra-difficult right now because of the whole head cold thing. Which, by the way, I passed on to Baby, even though a) I disinfected my germy […]
Because ruminating about swaddling is all that I’m capable of during this dark dark time that is THE HEAD COLD. So, the swaddle update: When last I swaddle-ranted, I swore to just resign myself to the swaddle and shut up […]
Last week, I sucked mucus out of Baby’s nose. You heard me right. Sucked it right out. No, I did not do this for fun. Anybody out there that knows me knows that I am the most prissy girl EVER […]
‘Cause it’s not as though there wasn’t enough mucus in my life already, what with the excessive spit-up and drool and all. There’s gotta be snot, too. Just to round things out. And not just baby snot, either (which I […]
As has been well-documented in these virtual pages, Baby’s best friend and Head of Security (Toy Detail) has, for some weeks now, been Whoozit. Baby and Whoozit have been inseparable, and Whoozit has been an integral part of Baby’s governing […]
Mommy’s clothes fit that way, too. Originally posted at Her Bad Mother, 2006. Copyright Catherine Connors 2006 – 2009.
I can’t believe that it’s taken me, like, 4 days to get around to posting this, but here it is: Baby had her first trip to Ikea last weekend! Dudes! Never mind the room full of grotty plastic balls – […]
Today, Baby is three months old. Or 12 weeks, which doesn’t translate exactly into three months on the calendar, but you get the picture. She’s a big girl now! Which is to say, according to Karp and others who argue […]
To get that bad, bad taste out of your mouth, and to help you to purge your souls of the grim evil that is David Hasselhoff – which I take full responsibility for, having foisted it upon you in my […]
Sometimes, kids, you don’t have to read the book. What this means for you, my regular listeners – disregard my last post IN ITS ENTIRETY. I take it all back. Once I removed my head from the wall that I […]
I was in school for, like, forever. So I know a thing or two about books. And I was in school so long that they let me teach people who haven’t been in school as long as I was, and […]
FOUR TIMES IN ONE NIGHT. This is not (sadly) what it sounds like. What it is – four times BUSTING OUT OF SWADDLE. Or rather, as I discovered in the dark hours of the dawn this morning, wriggling out of […]
My Baby rocks. I know, I’m supposed to say that (or something like it), ’cause I’m her mother, but seriously. She. Rocks. We went to our first ‘activity’ today, a baby-toddler drop-in program at a nearby library, which is basically […]
The Husband was a total prince this morning – as he always is, but especially so whenever schedule and circumstance allow him to linger around home at high-baby-traffic times – and took over breakfast duty with Baby so as to […]
Further to yesterday’s post… 1) Why Notorious C.O.W.? Because, hell, look at him. Just one big rockin’ head. He’s clearly the heavy of the bunch. And because Notorious P.I.G. would just have been too obvious, you know? 2) Yes, that […]
Baby’s got a new best friend. Ok, well, she’s got a lot of best friends, all in a rotating cycle of preference. The top dog best friend of the moment, however, is Whoozit. Whoozit is like this reject from the […]
So she bust out of the swaddle twice last night. I wasn’t going to start the blog this way again, but couldn’t help myself. It’s driving me crazy. I’ve seriously got to let this issue go. ‘Cause if I was […]
Day 77… Night before last, swaddle intact. Last night, busted out once. I think that the score is just about even. Ha. Who am I kidding? I lost the battle of wills with my daughter about 10 seconds after she […]
She bust out of her swaddle three times last night. THREE. And not just any ordinary swaddle – we’re talking Miracle Blanket swaddle, which is to say, full-on baby straightjacket. She’s done this before – the Husband swears that she […]