Recently, the folks from Education.com reached out to me to ask if I’d be interested in sharing an exclusive, fun activity that parents can do with their kids. I shared a number bingo activity game from them previously that D just loves! They work with teachers and curriculum developers to create educational activities and other resources for kids. As the days get darker and colder and kids spend more time indoors, I thought it would be a great resource both for our family, and to share.
Recently, the folks from Education.com reached out to me to ask if I’d be interested in sharing an exclusive, fun learning activity that parents can do with their kids. They work with teachers and curriculum developers to create educational activities and other resources for kids. Given how much big D loves math and loves learning, I thought it would be a great resource both for our family, and to share.
If you’re an art aficionado, you’re likely getting pretty excited for the upcoming International Artist Day, happening on October 25. This day offers a chance to celebrate established and up-and-coming creatives.
I don’t think I’ve ever really posted about it, because I still have so much shame and sadness about the fact that I need to medicate D to get our family through the day… (isn’t it silly, that I can proudly treat my own mental illness but not my son’s?)
Anyways, we decided to skip a couple of days medicating after he had a wicked stomach bug. I took the kids out yesterday to grab a few brownie-baking supplies, and the cashier said something about his spiritedness (literally spinning in circles, blabbing nonsense, punching the air) and I made some comment about how he skipped his medication this morning. She asked me what I meant and I explained that he has ADHD, and he didn’t take his pill today. She replied with, “Oh I don’t believe that’s a thing… some kids are just more intense.”
I was so worn out from 2 days without sleep (his stomach bug) and 2 days of him not being medicated, and shocked at her comment, that I didn’t say anything. I don’t know that I could have said anything meaningful in the few seconds before she’d have to ring the next customer up. But let me clarify a few things…
Not too long ago, a friend of mine told me about a little place in Bloor West Village called West End Mamas. It’s a “dedicated wellness clinic for mothers and mothers-to-be,” and boasts services from prenatal yoga to acupuncture, to family counselling and pelvic floor physiotherapy. And since, you know, I kept peeing myself when I coughed, sneezed, or did a squat, I thought I’d check them out, if only for the physio.
First of all, the location of the clinic is super convenient — right across from Jane subway station. It’s actually above my optometrist’s office! Second, everyone in the space is just so gosh darn friendly. I feel like I walk in and I’m just having a chat with one of my best girlfriends — you know, if I had a best girlfriend. Nothing is off the table with these ladies, and I mean, really, once you’ve had a child, your modesty is pretty much gone anyways. Amirite?!
Annnnnnd just like that, in the blink of an eye, more than a year has passed since our second little guy came to join us.
Sorry that I’ve been so quiet on the Charlie front — there just hasn’t been anything to update with. He’s doing so well!
He has become quite the little shishter lately, and loves to do everything the rest of the family does.
After spending his first year focused on the physical, Charles is now catching up with all the communications skills he’d pushed to the side. He’s signing milk, more, eat, and slide. He can say (with greater clarity each day) ball, Declan, mama, dada, balloon, nana (banana), milk, BeatBo, kitty, water, and more.
I have a bit of a confession, and I know that I’m not alone in this.
Sometimes, when I sneeze (or cough, or laugh, or jump, or squat, or run, or breathe) I dribble a bit of pee. I also have to run to the bathroom 50 BAZILLION times a day, and sometimes there’s not even anything that comes out.
THIS IS NOT NORMAL.
Which is why I decided to do something about it (holla for prioritizing that self-care!) and recently went for my first pelvic floor physiotherapy session at West End Mamas. I’ll have a more thorough review on the clinic and my experience coming soon, but I wanted to share some thoughts that run through your mind when you’re in the midst of a session.