Getting through the day, one cup at a time.

Grown Up Stickers

When Ally was a baby I purchased zoo animal themed wall stickers for her bedroom. At some point during our multiple moves we landed in a place that was less than sticker friendly for the walls and I instead transferred those stickers to her four-drawer dresser. As she aged and began helping to dress herself, pick out her clothes or put her laundry away we used the animal stickers as a reference to which drawer items belonged in.

“Can you get out socks please? They are in the zebra drawer.”

“Yes sweetie, your pyjamas go in the rhinoceros drawer.”


Today, during nap time, Kira ripped all of the stickers off of Ally’s dresser. Ally was so sad about it (and so was I) that we headed off on the ridiculously long walk to the dollar store. She picked new, different stickers and we hauled slow bum home to put them on.

As I sat on the floor next to my now 4 year old daughter I silently remembered all of the places the old stickers had been with us, the learning tools they were, even the pictures that they appeared in – and they were gone. Then I watched my quite suddenly grown up little girl, peeling and sticking her own carefully chosen stickers on to her dresser in whichever places she thought looked best.

Gone are the days of brightly coloured, extraordinarily happy zoo animals. Gone are the bright green tufts of grass, and gone are the days of referring to a drawer by animal instead of order.

Now the dresser is covered in chic flowers, silver and pink with the occasional shiny pink diamond accent. Pyjamas now go in the third drawer, bedding in the fourth. Ally’s dresser is no longer labelled with 10 bubble letters spelling her name, but is instead just assumed to be hers by this little adult who needs no direction.

She’s only four, but it seems like an eternity has passed. I don’t want to mourn the loss of other tiny things, but I know it will happen. At least I can come here to cry.


The Grocery Bill – Week Four

I’ve looked all over. Everywhere. But I can’t find the receipt for Week Four. Ally’s birthday party was this past weekend and I guess it was lost in the clean. Sigh. If it is ever found I will update this page with correct information.

In the meantime! My bank account tells me that this week’s total, I will try and remember what I bought.

Week Four (estimated) Groceries

  • apples
  • no name triscuits
  • green onions
  • green peppers
  • sour cream
  • 4 loaves of bread
  • tomatoes?
  • 1? bag of 1% milk
  • 1? bag of 2% milk
  • 2 bricks of cheese
  • bananas
  • box of fruit and nut granola bars

TOTAL: $72.27

That’s all I can remember for now. Sorry guys!

The budget for Week Four was $95.05, I spent $72.27 therefore the remainder for August is $22.78. That’s awesome. That should allow for another milk and apples shop this month. Which I’ll be doing today-ish. Win.

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It’s Time To Cut My Losses

I fell behind on reading. I went camping and then fell behind. I tried to catch up, I really did. I’d keep breaking 100 and be super pumped, but then I entertained a couple of days, had a lot of family time and quite suddenly had over 300 emails in my inbox. Each of them a post to read. I just broke 300 and celebrated to myself, and then felt sad. At this rate, I am catching up on things that happened a week ago, and I’m not actually making a dent.

This is my solution. I am going to delete everything that is beyond my first page of my inbox. I’m sorry if I missed a great post, I would love for you to link it to me in a comment on this post if you think/want/need me to read it and I will. Promise. But if your post doesn’t spring to the forefront of your mindthis very minute, then I really need to just cut the cord and be back in a place that is conceivable to follow the blogs that I follow. On time. This time.

I hope I don’t offend! Lots of bloggy hearts,



PS (Because I have no scruples) Remember that there are only 7 days to vote for the winner for The Great Outdoors Photo Challenge!


It’s Irreparably Broken



not reparable; incapable of being rectified, remedied, or made good: an irreparable mistake.

This is terrible. Ally will be coming home from her dad’s house soon, and I never forgot to tidy the toys before Kira and I went out to the park. Edie chewed up Ally’s ‘computer’. It’s a V-Tech Reader thing that costs money and I don’t even know if they make it any more but the dog destroyed it and now it doesn’t work anymore. She ate the screen. THE SCREEN!

Ally is going to be crushed. She’s going to be devastated. She will cry about this for weeks on end. Mark my words. She’ll still be crying about this when she goes to school in September.

I want to soften the blow somehow. Be a super mom. Someone who won’t be frustrated by the sadness and whining that will follow because this is a huge deal for her and there’s nothing I can do about it.



The Babysitting Plight

This is how our last night went:

  • Momma rambles a bunch of gibberish that doesn’t really make any sense or have any point
  • Phil gleans that what she really needs is adult time and makes some mention of it
  • Momma gets over excited at 5:14pm and attempts to secure a babysitter for the night

Have I mentioned I’m 23? That means that all of my friends have no babies, and they still have things like ‘social lives’ that keeps them occupied. Have I also mentioned that I have no mother or sisters? That means that I have no access to free and frequent babysitting. Here is the text message I sent out:

“Anyone up for last minute babysitting? Tonight? I’m paying to escape insanity!”

Well, there weren’t any ‘yes’ replies, so we ended up staying in. Now, I’m not normally a last-minute type of gal. I mean, you can’t be when you’re a parent. Not really. #4 on the list of things parents should know before they’re parents: ‘Say goodbye to spontaneity, at least after bedtime and not during nap’.

I need to find a babysitter. Not a friend of mine, or a relative, but some responsible teenager who loves kids and wants to make a few extra bucks. Someone who strives for toddler speak, can handle the whine, and isn’t intimidated by our husky. Where am I supposed to find this??? I’m not about to look online for it (sorry internet, but you’re kind of creepy like that) and I don’t know what level of illegal it is to wait outside a highschool and start talking to the students. Hey little lady, you look like you looooove children. Can I get your phone number? In case I need you to come over some night…

Last night was amazing though. Phil decided that since we couldn’t go out that we should have a lovely time at home. He made us a ‘beer and wings’ night, and we watched some of the hockey game, a little ‘music of the 90’s’ documentary, and then we jammed out on my guitar for a couple of hours. It was amazing!