Tagged: Mom life

Jorts

As I stepped out a couple of weeks ago in my denim shorts, my teenage son sarcastically commented, “mum, are you wearing jorts?”

  
“Jorts?” I wondered. The look of confusion on my face, obvious. 

  
“Jean shorts…? Jean. Shorts? Jorts..?” He exclaimed. 

  
Ahhh, of course. JORTS!!! How have I never heard this portmanteau? It’s brilliant! And it seems that I’m the last person to be aware of its existence!!! 

  
And yes — yes I am wearing jorts. And they’re awesome — even though my son seems to think otherwise. 

  
But whatever. He doesn’t know my life… 

   
That’s a lie. Yes he does — but I’m gonna keep wearing my jorts anyway!!!

  
   
Jorts (shorts), Penningtons – similar 

Top, Walmart – still available in store 

Sandals, Penningtons – here 

Dice ring, Ready To Stare – here 

Clutch, Ted Baker – old 

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Stop and Smell the Lilacs

Well, heyyyyy now! It’s been a minute since my last blog post! I actually shot these photos a couple of weeks ago (pre-haircut) and haven’t had time to write! 

Life has been a little busy lately… The academic year is wrapping up. The kids are doing exams. Little league and rugby have started up again; and just like that, the season for school concerts, ceremonies, and end of year festivities is upon us once more! 

Ahh, so much to do, so little time, and ooooh! It’s your third (and thank the Lord, last) recorder concert this year!? Why yes! I can’t wait!!! Because the recorder. Sounds. Awesome! *wince*

They’re my kids, I should love this sh*t, right!? But uuugh… I’m just so tired!!! And why do school gymnasiums seem to retain heat better than a cast iron skillet!? 
But anyway… As things wind down, sometimes you just have to take a moment to smell the roses, or in my case, the lilacs, and remember just how sweet life is, and how much we should appreciate the things we care about, and the ones we love, even when life gets chaotic!

  
Now I know y’all watched this resilient little tree behind me all winter, getting covered in snow, and then ice, then snow again. You watched it lose all of its leaves, and sprout new ones once more this spring, but I don’t think you’ve yet had the treat of seeing it in bloom! 

     

  

 It’s truly one of the most delightful visions – those gorgeous lilac blooms adorning what for most of the year, looks more like an overgrown weed, than anything else. 

  
I love how, for a few fleeting weeks in May, this otherwise very humble tree bursts to life, filling the air with its intixicating aroma, and enchanting mauve blossoms. 

  
It’s almost symbolic to me, because it goes to show that you just never really can tell what something, or who someone truly is until you’ve seen them flourishing in their element.

  
So, when I feel like there aren’t enough hours the day, days in the week, or enough time to attend yet another school play, party, or concert… I’ll let this lilac tree be a reminder of how much I love seeing the hard work my kids have done all year long in school. I love to see their faces lit up with pride as I witness what they’ve accomplished and put so much effort into, because ultimately, all they really want is to make me proud! 

As much as I complain, I hope they know just how honoured I am to have the privilege of being their mum, tobe able to one day, watch them blossom, much like that tree, into amazing young adults, and to know that these four wonderful people I created, will one day do amazing things!!! 

Dress, Addition Elle (old) – similar 

Leggings, Addition Elle – here

Shoes, Addition Elle (old) – love these

Much Ado About Mother’s Day 

  

I’d like to start off by saying that I garbage picked a park bench last Thursday and it has filled a void I didn’t realize I had, and now my life is complete… Aside from the fact that said bench will be appearing in most of the photos you’re about to see, this information isn’t really relevant to this post… I just felt like I had to tell you. I’m still pretty excited. 

Immediately after I found it and hoisted it up into my truck (as a nosey neighbour stared me down – yeah that’s right, I’m taking it!) I called my mum because I couldn’t contain my excitement. It was 7 AM and I woke her from a dead sleep… I knew I would as I dialed too, I just didn’t care. I had to share my life changing news!!! 

Me: “Mum!!! I just garbage picked a bench and it’s glorious!!!” My mother (in her telltale, throaty, where-am-I, I-just-woke-up [like this?] whisper): “What time is it?” 

Anyone who knows her, knows that when she’s sleeping, you don’t wake the beast… Let’s just say that in that moment she had less interest in my bench than she had the time I called her to come rescue me at 1 o’clock in the morning that time my dog got sprayed by a skunk… But that’s what moms are for – always there for you when you need saving, or feel like bragging about how awesome a scavenger you are in the wee hours of the morning.  

But there was much more than just my fantastic new (well, old) bench to celebrate over the weekend! 

It was Mother’s Day, a time to celebrate all those times when anyone but your mum would have just hung up in your face… And, for us, that usually means brunch with the entire gang (my mum, grandmother, aunts & uncles, cousins – the works). As any other organized outing often goes in my family, it also usually means at least one of my kids will get mad at something and either threaten to stay home, or have me threaten to leave them there, and it did, but I digress…

All the standard mom/bratty kid stuff aside (they do make it hard for us to love them sometimes, don’t they) I actually had a fabulous Mother’s Day! 

I had the most delicious smoked salmon eggs Benedict, spent time with the fam, and I looked hella cute too!!!

  

My Mother’s Day ensemble consisted of one of my fave new dresses – this completely adorable, floral T-shirt dress from ASOS, which is actually made from a wonderfully silky material, instead of the usual jersey, which was a pleasant and unexpected surprise. 

   
  

        

I love it’s casual style and minimalist silhouette, and it paired perfectly with my cute, eye motif, espadrille flatforms (another ASOS find). 

   
 I topped my look off with thee freaking coolest gold chain necklace and dice ring from Ready to Stare, and threw some more bling on my fingers for good measure, then I got ready to be showered with gifts for being the badass mom that I am!!! 

   
 
No seriously, I hit the jackpot! My daughter made me some pretty paper flowers! I got a lovely bouquet from my middle son. My little guy drew me a picture at preschool – and I quote: “Mum, you’re the fat one.” Gahhh, I love it!!! My oldest son gave me the rare gift of shooting my blog photos without complaining even once, when I said just a few more. Like… Not even an eye roll (okay, maybe one)… 

  
And for the cherry on top of my Mother’s Day sundae, the hubby picked me out an amazing perfume (La Vie Est Belle from Lancôme – SOOO nice) aaand, because he was looking so fresh, agreed to pose for so pictures!!! Whaaaaat!? I know right!? 

   

  

  

  

All in all, I can’t complain… I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again – I’m incredibly thankful for my family. They’re not perfect… My kids fight with each other (and me) like cats & dogs, my mum & grandmother both have a ridiculously well-honed ability to get under my skin, and my husband most definitely has his moments where I’d rather punch his face off instead of kiss it… But I wouldn’t trade any of them for the world, and I can only hope they feel the same way about me… Fingers crossed!!! 

  
Dress, ASOS – here 

Shoes, ASOS – here 

Necklace, Ready to Stare – here 

Dice ring, Ready to Stare – here

Hubby’s outfit, in case anyone’s curious:

Shirt, Forever 21 – similar style 

Pants, Zara – similar 

Belt, Coach – here 

Shoes, ASOS – here

Seduce Me With Cupcakes

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So it was Valentine’s Day last weekend. I haven’t really done anything major to celebrate it over the past few years… Sure, there’s always a gift/chocolate/pink/red candy exchange, and I always get a little something for the kiddies… But this year, the hubby and I felt like, you know what!? We should do it big like we used to!!!

Aaaaand then we remembered that we’d rather just wear jeans and drink beer!!!

So, in lieu of a lavish evening of champagne & dancing, we shared a good meal, watched a Canadiens game at a resto-pub (we won too!) and spent a relaxing night at a hotel!

Sure, the place was packed, our room wasn’t ready when we arrived, and my husband somehow managed to cut both of his hands (seriously, both?) unloading our bags from the car (only this guy could be gushing blood within the first five minutes of our date), and sure, he may or may not have snapped at me for laughing at his ridiculous misfortune… But…

It hit me that day, how the things that make me happy have changed pretty dramatically over the past few years…

How, not too long ago, there wasn’t much that could have convinced me to “waste” a night away from the kids on anything other than dressing up, waiting in line in the snow, taking a few shots (a few too many, that is), and dancing the night away…

It also hit me, that it really doesn’t take much to please me anymore… I’m completely thrilled to throw on a super cute & comfy outfit, crack open a few brewskis, share a laugh, and cozy up to the man I love!

I don’t think I could have picked a more perfect piece to wear for our V Day date night than the absolute cutest, comfiest, and most perfectly fitting, “seduce me with cupcakes” tee from the UK based, Feminine Funk!

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To compliment it, a gorgeous statement necklace from Addition Elle, and my good old, red satin blazer.

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All that, paired with stunningly embellished Parasuco jeans from Addition Elle, my new, and super funky, black patent flatforms from ASOS, I was all set to spend some quality time with the mister!

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So seduce me with cupcakes!!! No need for diamonds or pearls… Come at me with inexplicably bleeding hands and give me a foot rub! (Haha!) And woo me with confections… Because at the end of the day, it’s those little things – life’s simple pleasures (minus the blood) that are the sweetest ones of all!!!

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T-shirt, Feminine Funk – here
Jeans, Addition Elle – here
Necklace, Addition Elle – here
Shoes, ASOS – here
Blazer, Penningons – similar

I Am Woman, Hear Me “Rawr”

Yay! The big day has come!!! What day, you ask? Why, the day I finally get to wear the incredibly sexy “Tricia” dress from Monif C. of course!!!

I’ve been obsessing over this dress since it was first posted in January for pre-sale, and I haven’t stopped coveting it since. At first I had reservations. I loved it, but wasn’t sure how I felt about the idea of a crop top. I know they’re all the rage right now, and I think they look super sexy, but I couldn’t cease thinking – how is a dress with a crop top going to look on the tummy of a mum of four who’s covered in stretch marks?

So, I went back and forth on the idea for a little while and then finally decided – so what if I have stretch marks!? I’ve been working so hard to accept my body and love the skin I’m in; am really going to let the insecurities I have about my stretch marks stop me when I’ve already come so far!? They are the product of carrying each of my four children in my womb – four little humans who depended on me, and still do, to live. They remind me of the sacrifices that I’ve made for my family and of how, no matter what happens, I gave life to four beautiful beings who are, and always will be a part of me and who I love with a love that is stronger than any other force imaginable. To be ashamed of my stretch marks is to be ashamed of my four greatest accomplishments and nothing about that makes sense.

In a way, this dress and my desire for it, somehow managed to push me to face a fear, to let go of my inhibitions and accept just one more aspect about my body that I had been insecure about. I don’t know if it was the fierce turquoise and tan animal print or the bodycon style that Monif C. dresses do so well, but it made me realize that this tiger momma has earned her stripes and I’m not gonna hide them anymore!!!

Rawr!!!

The Undercut Strikes Again

So, in a post from a while back, “The Undercut Cannot Be Undersold” I showed all of you my three-year-old son’s new haircut, and mentioned that my 13-year-old wanted the same cut too.

Well, he did it and I just can’t believe this young man with the trendy haircut, hint of a mustache and size 11 men’s feet was once my cuddly baby boy.  Time sure flies.

Besides all of my nostalgic ramblings, I do have to say that I am completely sold on this dapper, sophisticated haircut even more so than I was in the past.  I truly do believe that it has the potential to be flattering on any man with enough hair for it.

Now it’s time to convince my 7-year-old son to get this cut as well, and I will be a very happy mama!

Just One Of Those Days

Just One Of Those Days

Well, I spent my entire Thursday running around taking care of other people. It started with the usual routine – I got my middle two ready for school, lunches packed and out the door to the bus; after which I got my husband off to work, then my oldest to school, all while toting my three-year-old around like a puppy in pajamas.

Lately I haven’t had to do as much back and forth-ing, but today everything was disorganized and I had loaded way too many plans into the few hours that I had to myself (to myself, by the way, meaning me and my youngest rugrat). I knew from the start it was going to be just one of those days.

I won’t get into the details of my afternoon, but I will say that it was mostly spent in the car, making sure everyone else’s needs were met. Once I finally made it home, I decided, what better way to relax after a long day than to paint my toenails!? With 4 kids and a husband to take care of, the small pleasures in life become of far greater importance.

So for the fifteen minutes between homework time and cooking dinner, that is exactly what I did. I sat back, (more like hunched over with the waistband of my jeans digging into my abdomen) relaxed, and painted my toenails fluorescent pink. Before the polish had a chance to dry and someone inevitably smeared me with snot, spaghetti sauce or both, (quite frankly, it was a small miracle that I wasn’t already covered in some sort of child-produced ooze) I figured I’d snap my pictures – better late than never, right?

Jeans, top – Addition Elle
Earrings, bracelet – local markets in Haiti
Nail polish – my 11 year old daughter’s junk drawer (win)
Shoes – what shoes?