Toronto is currently engulfed in it’s third *third!* polar vortex! What’s up with that? I mean as much as I love Star Wars, and pretended to be Luke’s other sister all through my childhood, that does not mean I want to live on the ice planet Hoth. For one, there’s a serious drought of cute clothing options. Two, the only way to stay warm is to crawl inside a Wampa. And three, the Empire eventually will invade. Can please move on to the much nicer moon of Endor, with the Ewoks, those guys know how to throw a party.
As you can see Winter is still fully entrenched here. But I’m not minding it so much. Why you ask? * I know, you’re just dying to ask* It’s because I’m busy with shoots, scripts, and scene work. This feeds my soul. Working scenes and playing characters completely feeds this girl and nothing, not even the threat of another winter storm can deter me. I feel excited for more and more scripts coming my way and getting my butt into some workshops and classes in the coming months. It’s that excitement that comes from the anticipation of what’s just around the corner. But it’s accompanied by the joy at what’s here and now in the present. And that’s about three scripts at once!
So tell me, what feeds your soul? And are you feeling this sort of vibrant anticipation of Spring? Tell me I’m not alone here.
When I don’t have time or when I want a bit of a change from the regular, I throw on Shaun T’s Insanity or Asylum, or when in a time crunch the T25, and work out. I do it on my computer when my girl is up and around. Most of the time she joins in with me for a good chunk of it, and then sits in the room drawing.
Two days ago, I turned on Insanity and asked her, “You gonna come exercise with Mama?”
She replied with a very concerned look and, “No, ’cause it too hard, and it make me tired.”
She summed up exactly why a lot of people don’t exercise.
But within five minutes she was jumping and lunging away with me. Her favorite are squats.
The sun in Winter is rarely seen. But when it is, it’s a joy and myself and Drake the Dog relish it’s presence in the kitchen. But not everyone does so.
One sunny morning as the rays hit our kitchen floor, Baby Girl got upset. Her blocks were in the sun and she wanted them. She tried to convince me to get them. When I said no, she begged. And when I told her she could go get them herself she walked off in a huff.
Moments later she came back, with sunglasses planted on her face. Walked with determination to get her blocks, and then walked right up to me with a ‘See-What-You-Made-Me-Do’ look in her eyes and said, “Sun hurts my eyes.”
Yup, she’s a vampire.
I’m sleeping with garlic.
She’s also a drama queen.
Chasing a toddler around the house to get cuddles is one of my favorite activities. It’s a little bit of joy to get the kisses and hugs, and it’s a little bit of vengence too.
See, they make you do things you’re not keen on all the time, and bugging them back a little to get something you want is a tiny little parental rebellion.
I was engaging in this activity, while saying, “Give me some sugar!”
Suddenly, she stopped dead in her tracks, turned to me. Gave me a death stare and a super cute toddler furrowed brow, “No! No sugar for you Mama!”
I tried to looked appropriately put in my place. Managed to hold it until she turned her back, at which point I giggled silently to myself at being reprimanded by a three year old.
After bath time, I’m trying to get pajamas onto a little girl who’s more interested in talking and wriggling.
Suddenly, she runs over to the pregnancy photo hanging in the room.
“That my Daddy. That Drake. That my mommy. That me in Mommy’s belly.”
And without out missing a beat she tilts her head towards me, “Mama, why you eat me?”
I had no answer.
Remember when I told you we’re firmly in that “Why” stage? Well, it’s truly and firmly engraved. Changing her diaper while she was sleeping, I rolled her over and she ejected a spontaneous “why?!” in her sleep.
I whispered, “Because it stinks.”
Pretty sure she didn’t hear me though.
It’s morning, we’re both in our fluffy, fleece PJs, and Baby Girl says to me, “Go work on your commuter, Mama.”
‘Okay!” I don’t often get toddler allowed time to be by myself, and not distracted or hounded for attention, so this is something I don’t ask twice about. Off I go into the other room, where I can work and still see half the living room in which she’s watching Blue’s Clues.
I check email. I respond to a few things. Read a few things. etc. Suddenly I realize it’s been really quiet. Very quiet. That ‘I-Know-You’re-Up-To-No-Good’ quiet. My mommy senses are tingling. So I leave the safety of my computer and slowly creep into the next room.
Cautiously peeking around the corner, I see:
Baby Girl sitting in her underwear, PJs torn off and cast aside, munching on a pickle.
Andrew turns to Baby Girl and asks, “What would you like in your carrot muffins? Pineapple or raisin?”
She answers, “Carrots!”
He asks,”Yes, but pineapple or raisins?”
“Carrots!”
“You want carrots in your carrot muffins?”
“Yes, Da-ddy!” she replies rather irritated now that he’s asking such an obvious question.
You obviously put carrots, else they would not be carrot muffins. Geez, Dads apparently have a lot of learning to do.
Two hours. Two hours that I could’ve spent running, then having a massage. Two hours I could’ve been curled up with my favorite book. Two hours I could’ve gone shopping, or had lunch with some girlfirends and laughed.
Nope. Instead, it was two hours spent trudging through fabric stores. Two hours spent rubbing fabric after fabric on my cheek to test it’s softness and silkiness. Two hours spent cursing at the weather, and got hungrier in search of the elusive fabric. Two hours.
Those two hours I could’ve watched a movie, drank wine, and had my feet rubbed. No, instead I spent two hours going from store to store to find the perfect fabric to patch up that 23 year old piece of scrap blankie because some short blond girl looked at me with sad, puppy dog eyes and said, “Mommy, oh no! My blankie has a hole.”
What I wouldn’t do for her.






















































