I’ll admit it. I drink. And I breastfeed my child. Often at the same time. I’m expected to feel guilty about having a drink and nursing my…
When I was in college, I dated the sweetest, most generous guy ever. The only downside was the fact that he was a Catholic Republican. This would have…
My dad’s motto for parenting was don’t lie, or do drugs; if you do, you can leave. I didn’t “do” drugs until I was 21. I’m not going to…
Gwyneth Paltrow has found an entirely new way to be insipid as hell and leave the rest of us feeling like we can’t have nice things… like a shiny…
In honor of back to school after Christmas break (can I get an “Amen?”), I’m sharing thoughts on the car-pool lane, a.k.a the drop-off lane, or simply the…
We are just a few weeks into the “terrible twos” and let me tell you, friends, one of us isn’t going to make it to three. If I…
Shopping, wrapping, cleaning, baking Parties, cocktails, hors d’oeuvres making Buy the tree and wash the mutt. Thaw the turkey and stuff it up Host the in-laws, travel far…
My son Colin loves to fart. He always has. Farts make him giggle hysterically. He loves the noise that they make and the way it grosses out his…
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Ahh, Thanksgiving! The day reserved for expressing our gratitude. For pretending mom’s hideous turkey appliqued sweater is high fashion. It is an opportunity to reflect on important things,…