..Let’s Talk About, Carrots..

I’ve become ‘that’ parent.  The parent who states she wants to try baby led weaning this time instead of rice cereal, purees, then finger foods (if you’re lost on what baby led weaning means, as it is a strange term for letting your child feed themselves from the very start) but then once we start, babe breaks off a piece of carrot, I freak out, grabs the food from his mouth and proceed to cut it into super small pieces.

Turns out I’m petrified of Gabriel choking.  So scared I startled him more by pulling the food out of his mouth when he probably could have dealt with it himself.  Sigh.  Now I have food-related anxiety on top of everything else (aka driving, leaving them, you name it..).  Wonderful!!!  Looks like we’ll just continue to give him food we’re eating but just mush it up into little pieces and feed via a spoon.  Oh, and did I mention I also don’t trust anyone else to feed him but myself?  It’s bad but I’m working on it.  One day at a time..

..Let's Talk About, Carrots..

Don’t let these pictures fool you either, the boy LOVED carrots!!  You know, when I wasn’t forcibly yanking them out of his poor mouth.  We’ve also tried some chicken and a red pepper, which also went over well.  And a cucumber.  He seemed confused about what that was though..


..The Little Things, part two..

Four posts in two days.  It’s definitely more than I’m used to but I’m feeling the need to write tonight.  After almost a full day of goodness, I was about to leave work when I got a call that unsettled me.  I won’t go into details but I set off for home in poor spirits.  After getting on the bus, we sat in traffic for what seemed like hours as construction has officially started on the worst road on my commute.  To make things worse, it’s the second time that road has been worked on in two years.  Makes no sense to me!  Then I get home and Mya throws up on the carpet.  Why, why the carpet?!  The laminate flooring was literally centimetres away.  This also doesn’t make much sense to me.  Plus, to top it all off, I’m still under the weather with my cold.  AND it’s still chilly outside.  Blah.

Needless to say, I’m feeling a bit down tonight.  To cheer myself up and get out of my ‘funk’, I decided to write a second list of the little things that make me happy.  In the grand scheme of things, my problems really aren’t that bad, just fueled by a domino-effect of negativity.

..The Little Things, part two..

  • Having Quiznos for dinner.  Super delicious and requires no effort whatsoever.
  • Explaining to people at work that my name starts with a ‘K’ and my last name a ‘C’.  They find it hilarious!
  • Being mistaken as a 22 year old.  Everyone always told me I’d appreciate this one day and that day is finally here!
  • Having supportive coworkers and supervisor.
  • Laughing so hard all that comes out is uncontrollable snorting.

..The Little Things, part two..

  • Getting my first work paycheque.  Thursday will be the best day ever.
  • Chocolate peanut butter.  Have I mentioned this before???
  • Homemade Coconut Chocolate Chip Cookies.  So delicious!
  • Watching Young and The Restless before dinner.  It’s my new guilty pleasure.
  • Homemade vegetable soup.  Also so delicious and perfect cold comfort food.
  • Teaching Sofia how to write her name properly.  She seems to struggle with the concept of writing left-to-right and excels at writing right-to-left and backwards but we’re working on it.  

..The Little Things, part two..

  • Snuggling with Mya for a couple minutes.  Once Dad gets home I cease to exist.
  • My neighbours tulips.  They finally growing, turning green, and soon to bloom.  I’m so excited!  They’re going to be beautiful.
  • A husky sticking his head out the car window as they drive by.  Pure enjoyment and satisfaction written all over its face.
  • Eating dinner with my little family.
  • Dancing to a catchy song down the street, not caring who sees or what people think.
  • Discussing Sofia’s day and how she ‘only watched 3 shows today, Mom!’

..The Little Things, part two..

When I’m sick I always have to have blankets on.  My feet and legs get cold.

I’m afraid of monkeys, but not tigers.  And little bit afraid of big dogs, but not Mya.

When you eat, like soup, you can throw up in your bed.  I did on Friday, when I was 3.

..Sofiaisms, day nine..

Some days it’s really tough being a full time working Mom.  I’ve been back to work barely over a week, and I’m already so tired I could use a vacation.  How crazy is that?!

Going from…

  • Getting up around 8am after cuddling together in bed
  • Lazying around in our pjs for a couple hours
  • Taking our time eating breakfast
  • Taking our time eating lunch
  • Watching cartoons and Sofia’s many dance performances
  • Throwing random dance parties in the kitchen
  • Snuggling on the couch with Mya
  • Taking my time making dinner
  • Building forts and reading books in them
  • Baking, cooking, and spending time with Sofia
  • Getting together with friends


  • Getting up at 6:15am, providing alarm was set properly the night before and/or not sleeping through it, or hitting snooze ~60 times
  • Catching the bus at 7am
  • Starting work at 8am
  • Guzzling cups of coffee to try and stimulate the brain to start working
  • Remembering to eat something for breakfast (and something nutritious!)
  • Eating scheduled lunch at noon (again, something nutritious!)
  • Racking my brain to stay awake to make it to 4pm
  • Riding the bus home, tired and cranky, only to get in and scramble to make dinner that doesn’t take over an hour to make (and then only 12 minutes to eat!)
  • Ushering a certain ‘someone’ into pjs, snack, and bed, while trying to spend some quality time together, which (in her opinon, but is probably true) is never enough
  • Making sure lunch is made for the next day and clothes laid out
  • Workout if I can peel myself off the floor
  • Try to get to bed at a decent time and not forgetting to set the alarm

Sounds like a ton of fun, doesn’t it?  It definitely takes some getting used to again.  How did I ever do this?  Clearly my two months off just spoiled me rotten, I’ve forgotten what working life is like.  After all the complaining and tiredness, I will admit there are some perks to not being at home all day…

  • I can talk to adults!  Not that I don’t enjoy my 4 year old, but I don’t always want to pretend to be the baby
  • Building forts.  It’s fun at first, but not right after getting out of bed and before my coffee, and then being yelled at when a pillow just WON”T STAY UP.
  • Sofia needing to be around me 24/7.  And not wanting to play with her toys.  And constantly hanging on Mya, to the point of growling.
  •  Not being subject to the jealousy.  Mya can’t even look at me some days without Sofia causing drama with her meltdowns.
  • Mya barking at animals all day.  I get it.  You saw the bird.  Congratulations!
  • I’m getting paid!  YAY!  Biggest positive EVER.  Not to mention having benefits!  I can get my teeth cleaned now.  Joy.
  • Putting my brain to use again.  I will admit, this is pretty nice!  I like feeling useful and enjoy learning.
  • Being back at the University.  Again, have to admit, I love it there.  Now if only the snow would melt, I would love it more…

I’m sure we’ll soon get back into the swing of things, I won’t be so tired in the evenings, and life will be back to normal.  Life would be boring if things always stayed the same, so we must change things up to keep it interesting!  At least that is what I tell myself.

On that note, let’s venture back to March and the fun we had…

During the hundredth or so hug fest with Mya…

Mya is so so cute.  I love her so so much, I will never get mad at her.  Ever.  Except if she eats my stuffies.

Back in my unemployed days, two minutes after Dad arrived home from work…

Hi Dad, I farted twice today! Don’t worry, it wasn’t in your bed!

Something I never thought I’d hear about chocolate…or cookies…

I can’t eat any more of this cookie. You put too much [chocolate] in it. It makes me dirty.

When asked to clean up the playdough for the fiftieth time…

You just don’t understand me.  I AM!


..Crazy Cauliflower..

Cauliflower is an interesting vegetable.  You can use in place of or to mimic another food due to it’s texture and taste.  Numerous people I know have commented on making pizza crust with it or mashing it up like potatoes, and I’ve been itching to give one of these a try!  I’m always game to substitute a starch or wheat product for a vegetable.  I try to ensure we eat enough vegetables in our daily lives, but I know most days we’re still lacking in that department.  I’m sorry, but sometimes vegetables can be boring.  And I get bored!  Quick! And when that happens, I want to avoid them at all costs.  So what better idea than to make a pizza and disguise the crust.  So that is what I did!


Crust Recipe


  • 1 large head of cauliflower
  • 1/4 cup mozarrella cheese
  • 1 egg


  • Cook cauliflower until it’s soft.  If using microwave, cook for 5 minutes on high with a 1/4 cup of water
  • Mash cauliflower with a fork, then add egg and cheese and mix together with a hand-held mixer/food processor
  • After mixing, spread mixture on a tea towel and squeeze out the liquid (this will help keep the mixture dry, I skipped this part and ours was too wet and didn’t stick together well).
  • Line a cookie sheet with parchment/wax paper and spread out mixture, keeping it about 1/3″ thick
  • Cook at 400F for 35-40 minutes

After baking, add desired toppings, return to 400F oven and bake for an additional 10-15 minutes.  Then enjoy!!

I also had a sudden craving for a chocolate milkshake, so I quickly whipped up one with some vanilla ice cream, chocolate syrup, and milk.  Delish!!  Should have waited until after dinner  as Sofia drank hers before starting to eat.  Whoops!  My bad.

Dinner sure was delicious though!