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My Boo loves blueberries. They are an addiction for her. I’ve mentioned this before. Not the plump, fresh ones. But the big, old, 1 kg bag of frozen blueberries.

My Boo is an independent 17 month old. Mommy does not feed Boo (except for some strange, random exceptions). Meal time is now a serve and sit back approach. Which is quite fun….and messy. Thankfully most foods can be quickly wiped up with a warm washcloth and a little hardcore scrubbing (paired with enthusiastic singing of “Little Green Frog” or “Old Macdonald” needed to stave off loud protests to the scrubbing).

Blueberries though are a different story. Blueberries leave a stain. On clothing. Hands. Faces. Dishes. Tables. Floors. Our solution for blueberry stains on clothing has been…no clothes! Simple enough. A bib just wasn’t cutting it anymore. I couldn’t stand to see one more cute outfit stained beyond public wearing. Now it is no shoes, no shirt = blueberry time!

But those little hands and face. Each adorable handful of blueberries stuffed in her mouth results in an ever growing stain on her hands and face. After we are done feasting on as many blueberries as I will allow her, I take the warm wash cloth to her hands and face only to find that blueberries stain skin. A purplish tinge that is not easily remedied with soap and water.

This means my little girl looks like she is cyanotic (blue or purple color in the lips and fingers as a result of poor oxygenation) or suffering from hypothermia. It makes me a little embarrassed to take her out in public after a blueberry fest.

“No, my daughter does not have a heart defect (thankfully!) she has an enthusiastic blueberry addiction and I can’t scrub the stains off without removing her top layer of skin.”

Or if I take her out swimming or to the park it looks like I am cruelly making her suffer through being cold when in fact she is warmer than I am. The blue lips are not a result of parental neglect! It’s just blueberries.

Maybe I should make her a t-shirt that says “I feed myself blueberries, that is why I am blue.” I think I will make a matching shirt that says “I have a blueberry for a daughter” (name that movie!)

A little trick that sometimes works to cut down on the skin stains is to mix her blueberries in with a grain like cooked oatmeal, pancakes or even cheerios. Some of the blueberry juice gets absorbed by the grain instead of her skin making for less of a stain.

The other little trick sometimes works, sometimes doesn’t. I read on the Internet that you can use lemon juice on clothing to get out blueberry stains (or vinegar, white wine, boiling water, etc)…I didn’t want to put any of those on her skin BUT I did try giving her a few slices of oranges with her blueberries and it DOES tone down the blue. Who knew?

My last solution is a good, old fashioned bubble bath…works every time!

What’s your trick for getting stains out of sweet little baby cheeks?


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Not Mr. Man, but today you can pretend. Tomorrow, a new fake photo!


Our mother has frequently reminded Penny and I how fortunate we are to have husbands who are involved in our kids lives. Its true! I have frequently reminded Mr. Man that he is not allowed to die before me, because I don’t want to have to do everything on my own.

Now Mr. Man has a job where he works most weekends. By that I mean he works 95% of the weekends in a year. Just the reality of his line of work. But a perk of his schedule is that his day off is always weekday, which means that when we’re celebrating our holidays a day late, we don’t have to fight the crowds to do what we want. No one’s at the park the day after Father’s day, or getting in our way at the grocery store the day after Thanksgiving (which by the way, is celebrated on the 1st weekend of October in Canada). Its usually a pretty sweet arrangement.

So while everyone else is celebrating their dads today, Buddy Bear and I are hanging out by ourselves, waiting for Mr. Man to finish work so we can celebrate properly. Any ideas on what we should do?

I’m kidding!

I totally have something planned for Father’s day.

While when you say ‘planned’, you mean a tentative idea, right?

Because I totally got that.

Yeah, ok so I made Mr. Man tell me in explicit detail what he wants to do and I’m going to follow it to the ‘T’, ok?

I’m just not a good gift-giver, surprise-anything kind of person.

Are you a good surpriser/gift-giver?

So, while I am not good at doing surprise type things, do you know what I AM good at?


I love lists. They’re pretty much my love language I think…

Behold, the sappy list of why I’m glad Mr. Man is Buddy Bear’s daddy.

1. Because I suck at wrestling and rough-and-tumble play. I try, but he is just much better than me.

2. He has killer genetics. I mean, look at him! Tall, dark and exceedingly handsome! Why wouldn’t I want Buddy Bear to have a share of those genetics? (Besides, Buddy Bear needs something to offset my fair/pasty and gangly side of his genetics)

3. He works so hard to take care of me and Buddy Bear. Hence the ‘day off’ instead of a typical 2-day weekend.

4. He is following his dreams right now, and I know that when Buddy Bear is old enough to start thinking about what he should be doing, Mr. Man will encourage him to pursue WHATEVER dreams he has.

5. Because when we were young, star-crossed lovers I always said there was no one else I wanted to do life with, and its more true now that we have begun our parenting adventure.

What did you do for Father’s Day? Is there anything about your daddy/baby-daddy that you are grateful for?

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If I were  to pick one thing that scares me, do you know what I would pick?


No surprise. After all, in the past 8 months of being a mommy, I’ve had quite a few freakouts already. Like this one, or this one

But, those are already old news, as I’ve already discovered new things to freak out about. In fact, I have so many that I made a list. Am I the only one who does that?


  1. That I have screwed up as a mother and created a hybrid of all of mine and Mr. Man’s worst qualities. (Needy, opinionated, self-centered…)
  2. Never sleeping again. We’re in the process of stopping changing our co-sleeping arrangement and I am stalling because I remember how hard it was in the very beginning when I was up every 2 hours. I don’t know if I can do that again. Which brings me to…
  3. Having more children. I can hardly keep myself together with just 1 baby, how do people do it when they have more kids?
  4. The discipline and parenting part of being a parent. Until now my main job has been to feed and clothe Buddy Bear, but now I have to help him become a mature and responsible person who loves God and works hard and, and… *freakout* This is hard!
  5. My baby growing up. One day, very soon my baby will not be a baby but a grown up man. He’s already growing up too fast!
  6. His diet of Cheerios. I swear, some days all he eats in the solid food department is Cheerios! Yes, they’re easy to eat on the run but I have a feeling there should be more variation in his diet.
  7. That I won’t be able to love our other children as much as I love my Buddy Bear
  8. That I will never be caught up on the laundry. Seriously, I can work all day on doing laundry and the next day we have a full hamper of dirty laundry. For real?
  9. That my children will discover that my Top-Secret-Super-Delicious-Mom’s-Special-Recipe for Chocolate Chip Cookies is on the back of the chocolate chip bag…
  10. Discovering that all the time Buddy Bear has spent in proximity to my laptop during our nursing marathons has given him superpowers… What? I never said it was rational!

Am I the only one that has fears like this? Is there anything that you worry about in your current stage of life?

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Teaching our kids to be paranoid one germ at a time!

I wish my food would sing when it was covered with germs….actually no, I don’t. Sometimes I let my Boo eat off the floor because I am too lazy to stop her 🙂

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34.5… 36.4… 37.3… 37.4… 37.6… 37.8…

If you’ve ever taken a baby’s temperature with a thermometer you know that dreadful feeling as you hold the thermometer in place (usually with a very squirmy, sometimes fussy baby) and watch the numbers continue to rise. This was where I was last night.

Buddy Bear woke me up last night at 4am, so I semi-consciously reached to pull him in to nurse (and go back to sleep quite honestly) but as my hand touched his feverish skin I was instantly awake and in panic mode. My baby was burning up! I jostled Mr. Man to wake up and get the thermometer as I held our precious little boy. As I sat on the bathroom floor trying to hold Buddy Bear still enough to take his temperature, my mind raced with all kinds of fearful thoughts.

Why was he sick?

At what temperature does brain damage happen?

Do I give him Tylenol?

Do I let nature and his body do its thing and fight the fever without drugs?


Oh, no! His temperature is still rising! How come its still rising?

Why is it so hard to measure out baby Tylenol? This stuff should be easy to administer! Don’t they realize what kind of nutjobs will be using this? Crazy parents at 4 in the morning do not need to mess around with bubble in their medicine droppers!


As I sat with Buddy Bear on the bathroom floor and tried to get him to nurse, I flipped through my mental catalogue of The Stuff I Read Once on the Internet. Was he teething? What was it that that one blogger did when their baby was teething? You would think for all the things I read in a day, I would be able to recall something useful when I need it. But no.

But that’s why they invented Google, right?

Sometimes I wonder how people were parents before the internet. Or maybe they were better parents because they had to rely on their parental intuition and their community when their babies were down for the count, instead of the all-knowing but completely uninvolved internet…

Holding my fussy little boy I snuck back into the bedroom and jacked Mr. Man’s iPhone. If I couldn’t figure out what to do, at least I could look it up and go from there. (Yes, I was also hoping that Buddy Bear’s crying would wake Mr. Man up. If I was panicking, we could at least panic together!) Babycenter advised that a baby’s temperature naturally rose at night and gave me some numbers that I can not find now regarding when a baby technically had a fever (which were higher than the numbers our public health told me FYI). I took Buddy Bear’s temperature again, and while it was still high it was lower than it had been when he first woke up, so I tucked  him back into bed with me and decided some sleep and mommy cuddles were necessary to help him feel better.


Am I the only one who freaks out about everything in the middle of the night? What makes you panic as a Mommy? Let’s talk about it!

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By Frank Vincentz (Own work)


Have you heard story that Writer John O’ Donohue told about an explorer who hired some native Africans to help carry his equipment through the jungle? The explorer and his guides traveled continuously for three days, at which point his hired hands stopped and refused to move even one more inch. Confused, the explorer asked why and one of the African natives said, “We have moved too quickly to reach here; now we need to wait to give our spirits a chance to catch up with us.” Well I don’t believe the ideology/theology of this story, I do believe that our bodies are designed to and need to rest. (It’s a Biblical concept called a sabbath, one I’m quite fond of) Sometimes it feels that as a mommy though, its always go-go, even if you are doing fun, enjoyable but busy things.

So, as I rocked Buddy Bear to sleep last night I decided that I needed to take a day off.



A day off?


You’re a stay-at-home-mom! What do you need a day off from?


Ok, you got me there. I don’t want a day off from my Buddy Bear. I just want a day to rest, to catch up with myself.

So today, that’s what I’m doing. I have 5 loads of laundry in various states of in-completion (clean but not put away, all the way to an overflowing bag of dirty diapers), dishes that need to be put away, toys in every room of  the house, but today is not the day when I stress about getting the house in order. Today is a day for baking cookies. Today is a day for watching the rain come down through the bedroom window. Today is a day for story books and long naps (just for Buddy Bear so far, but I might join him later). Today is a day to be.

Am I the only one who needs to ‘be’? What do you (or would you) do on a day set aside to just be?

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This video makes me giggle every time I watch it. That might explain why I have watched it 25,874 times. Part of our bedtime routine with our little Boo is to spend a relaxing, calming time listening to some soothing music before we tuck her into bed with hopes of a quick trip to dreamland.
Maybe this lullaby is the reason she can’t sleep at night! But it is so funny! I can’t help but watch it….

Elmo and Ricky Gervais

I sometimes wonder if the Boo is thinking as I tuck her into bed “that didn’t help Boo fall asleep at all…Mommy has done enough”

P.S. Elmo has become a household word about our place…what is it about this cute little red fuzzy guy that children love him so much? Including me 🙂

(Sorry I had to link the video instead of putting it directly onto the page….technology is driving me crazy today!!)

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