Vital Stats released the top baby names of the year in Nova Scotia. With two new names as the top monikers, take a peek to see if your baby’s name made the list, or was bumped off this year?
We’re growing up. It’s our four year blog-iversary next month and our blog name is changing to reflect our new stage of life. Read on for more details…
It’s the most wonderful time of the year . . . for name nerds anyway. Vital Stats released the top baby names of the year in Nova Scotia and I’ve analysed the data in a completely unscientific manner and determined that it seems in order to give your child a unique name at school you should choose one of these most popular names. Confused? Yeah, I was too. Read on . . .
In this digital age it can be hard, especially as parents, to let go of that need to appear perfect all the time. I’ve got some thoughts on how to change that perception…
Making a mom friend is not an easy task, and when you’re new to a community – or even just new to being a mom! – it can be even harder. Navigating new social waters at the best of times can be challenging but throw in a kid or two and it can be damn near impossible to build bonds with other people when you can’t even finish a sentence because your kid has a mouthful of dirt or your 18 month old is suddenly at the top of a six foot ladder.
In Halifax we have a reputation for being friendly but I’ve heard time and time again from new moms to the area (or even lifelong Haligonians who are new to being moms) who tell me that Halifax can be a hard place to make REAL friends.
I know, I know. I’m the same person who wrote about my problem hoarding traditions but I do still have plenty of favourites and, yes, I still add a new one here and there…I’m a work in progress!
Of course we get to our share of holiday parades, Christmas tree lightings, and Santa visits…but, that being said, I’ve been trying to focus on the traditions that are most important to our family and connect us to the community we choose to live our lives in, and so I’ve rounded up five of our favourite Maritime family traditions.
This post is part of a #MaritimeChristmas blog hop with some other local family bloggers.
I’ve been preparing to let go the only way I know how. It’s the same way I prepared in those final weeks of pregnancy, through nesting. I’ve been baking and cooking every spare minute, but instead of making family size portions, I’ve been freezing them in single size portion for her lunches.
I’ve been organizing and sorting out drawers and supplies, but instead of folding onesies and teeny socks, I’ve been filling her backpack with freshly sharpened pencils and glue sticks, and helping her pick out just the right indoor sneakers.
It seems the common understanding amongst professionals now is that whether or not your whole family sits down to dinner together once a day is the benchmark for how functional your family is. Whether or not it’s true that’s eating together is an essential element of family functionality, it’s still something I want that for my family.I feel it’s important. It’s something my husband and I talked about and agreed was a value we wanted to incorporate into our daily lives. The reality is somewhat different though…
When I tell people I’m a stay-at-home parent who also works from home as a writer and blogger, I often get that faraway dreamy gaze that seems to suggest I’ve reached the Top Level of the Parenting Game for managing to do what many parents dream of doing while on mat leave: figuring out a way to stay at home with the kids and make money.
Unfortunately, it’s not always quite as idyllic as it sounds.
Don’t get me wrong, I count my blessings (along with my hats) every single day. But that doesn’t mean it’s not a challenge. And, while I’m busy trying to keep track of everyone else’s needs, my own needs often keep getting pushed further and further down the priority list…
I’m doing it. I’m taking you behind the preschool/daycare teacher curtain today and letting you know how they always manage to get your child to clean up a huge classroom without complaint when, at home, they can never put a single thing away.