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To Infinity And Beyond - You Comin'?

Remember that Bunch Family Dance Party: Outer Space Edition thing we were talking about the other week? Well, I said then and will say again now: it's going to be all kinds of spacetastic awesome and WE. ARE. GOING.

There are still some tickets available through Bunch (see link above), but they're going fast, so if you wanna come, act now. You *might* be able to get tickets at the door, but you'll be taking your chances. So why not just grab some now and join us?

We're going to have a blast! (Pun totally intended.) (See what you'd be missing?)

Just The Way You Are

We want our children to be confident, to find their own niche, to feel good about something they love to do. That thing is not always the expected or conventional, though. These stories each celebrate doing things your own way, in your own time. They'll have you singing along with Frank (or Syd), "I did it myyyyyyyy way!"

The Proof is in the Button

My mom and I got to talking the other day about how very few people today can actually carry a tune.  We had just come back from Storytime at Chapters where the lady leading the program was rather...free with her interpretation of tune to Old MacDonald.  I was remarking how the circle time at my local Early Years Centre was much better, but that not nearly as many people went there.  I kept going on, wondering who picked this woman to lead storytime?  Did she volunteer?  Was that the best they had?  And my mom came back with an interesting tidbit.  Most kids aren't taught much of anything about music since cuts to the arts programs in schools.

You Say Potato, I Say Disaster

I love it when friends and family come for dinner, and I love it when they entertain my children so that I can have a full couple of hours for real food prep time. I love putting food on the table and having people compliment me on my mad kitchen skillz.

And I love it when my two hours of prep and the enthusiasm of my dinner guests culminates in a dish that sucks serious donkey balls.

Grr.

Wanna hot date for Friday Night?

Sigh.  There was a time when Friday night used to be really  special.  The end of the work week.  Me and my overnight bag taking a trip up to my then-boyfriend now-husband's apartment to spend the weekend Living in Sin.  A movie!  Dinner at a fancy restaurant!  I love my children desperately, but I have to admit a downside to being married with small children - the vast majority of our nights are spent at home in front of the TV.  We still have excitement on Friday night, but it's somewhat tamer:  Hot dogs!  Chips!  Smirnoff Ice!  (Can you stand it?  Do you need a moment??)

That is, our Friday Nights WERE tamer until a certain little acronym came into our lives:  FNL.

Warm Me Up

Crikey, it’s cold out there. I don’t know if the cold makes me hungry, but it certainly makes me eat. Maybe it’s that humans are hard-wired to instinctively pack on the blubber when the mercury drops, or maybe it’s just that, when nights are spent huddled under a blanket on the couch, one naturally wants something hot, steamy and delicious in hand.

And since my husband is working late, I’ll settle for cocoa.

Meanwhile over at Binkywood: Dear America: Your New President Is HOT

Also, he can deliver a scorcher of a speech. It almost made me want to give up my Tim Hortons and Leonard Cohen and get me a green card.

Read it for yourself, and tell me that it doesn't get you all verklempt and shit... (full text of speech, and video of oath, after the jump)

continue reading over at sister site, Binkywood....

Ice Princess

Do you think there's such a thing as cold weather beauty?

I have to believe that there is.

Given that another 25 centimetres of snow just fell over the weekend here in Toronto and that the mercury has barely risen above -10 Celsius in days, there had better be. Otherwise I may as well just give up the ghost and resign myself to spending several months every year packing on extra pounds, sporting dry skin and hair and wearing dreary, shapeless clothing.

cheap eats

January...for me it's a time of year when the last thing I really feel like doing is eating out.

I'm usually trying to detox after all the rich foods eaten over the holidays.

All I really feel like doing is spending as much time at home as humanly possible after the exhausting rounds of "lets meet up for some holiday cheer".

Well, that and how many cookies could one person possibly consume in a 31 day period?

Sick really.

To Infinity - And Dance Parties - And Beyond!

So, we've been talking around here recently about a) how we, many of us, never see each other any more, and b) that there are so many parents-who-blog and parents-who-read-blogs in the GTA who we haven't even met yet, so... why not contrive some sort of excuse for a get-together?

Enter the Bunch Family Dance Party: Outer Space Edition. It's going to be all kinds of spacetastic awesome and WE. ARE. GOING.

Wanna come?