How The Beatles Got By with a Little Help from a Mama

My husband is really great about giving me time to do things on my own on the weekend, recognizing that I recharge best when I am by myself. (Hello my name is Kelly and I am an introvert.)

Usually when the weekend rolls around and my husband asks what I would like some time for, I respond with one of two answers: Continue reading

How YOU are going to help me stop talking and start doing

I love a good project.  This is partly because it gives me an excuse to buy a pretty notebook and new pens.  But it is mainly because I love the rush that a new challenge brings.  There is so much to be organized! So many lists to write! And then there is all the learning that comes from a project.  Now that I’m adulting on the regular, I don’t have a lot of formal opportunities to learn, where I’m held accountable by deadlines and professors or employers.  So when I get an idea for a personal project, the part of my brain that craves new learning challenges gets really pumped. Continue reading

Why does it matter?

It’s been awhile since I devoted time to my blog.  Because life.  Because kids.  Because it’s always easier to not do than it is to do.

But on this rainy morning, I found myself missing it.  Missing the connection it provides me with when I do invest the time and energy to put myself and my words out into the world.  And missing the resulting comfort of knowing I am not alone in my messiness. My ‘spinny-ness’ (new word, y’all).   Continue reading

Not forty. Thirty-ten.

I’ve been a member of a club for almost a decade now.  There have been some drawbacks to membership, but all things considered, I’ve really enjoyed being part of it; there have been a lot of really good times.  In fact, some of the best times of my life so far have been spent as a member.

In a couple of days, however, I will be permanently removed from the club’s membership list.  Deleted.  Forever.  This has been difficult for me to accept. I’ve protested and pleaded.  I’ve ugly-cried.  But there was no reasoning with the club’s administration. My time as a member? Over. Continue reading

And it’s me for the small win!

Here in Canada, we’re known for a few things.

Hockey, maple syrup, Ryan Gosling, saying sorry a lot…just to name a few, eh?

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Mmhmm.  You. are. welcome.

We’re also known for our public health care system.  It’s pretty impressive.  This isn’t going to be a post about it, but it’s where today’s musings got started.

In my lovely province, when a woman goes home after having a baby, she receives a follow-up call from a nurse.  The goal is to ensure that both Baby and Mama are doing well and adapting to their new circumstances.  I got my call on Monday of this week, and something the nurse said got me thinking.  Continue reading

A civilized birth? Why there’s simply no such thing! Or is there…?

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8 days ago, I was writing a letter to my postpartum self.

Today, I have a 7-day old little girl.  Our pink buddha.  Our fraggle.  I can’t stop inhaling her.  I can’t get enough of her little squeaks, her tiny toes.  She sneezes and the roof lifts and she farts like a trucker.  We are smitten.

So…my little pickle’s birth story… Continue reading