I picked up a challah from Harbord Bakery today and it’s still warm. I got a brisket in the oven. And Adam picked up some grape juice so Ethan and I can do the blessing over the wine tonight. So far so good...all the boxes checked. Oh. And one more thing: Next week, Ethan starts Catholic school. No matter how many boxes I tick off in the Balabusta/Yenta Playbook, I know that this decision will disappoint a lot of people in my life. And while nothing is more . . .
Going Home
It's amazing how life will run it's ordinary course and in the blink of an eye, one event can change everything. As I sit in my parents backyard, my childhood home in Thornhill, I wonder: How did this happen? Covid happened. The last few months have not been easy for my family. My mom is still in the hospital after having a fall at home. And 2 weeks ago, my dad was rushed to the hospital and was diagnosed with Pericarditis (a virus that causes inflammation to sac surrounding . . .
Our Week in Kingston
Over the last few months, I have been really craving family time. Last week, the three of us packed up the car and escaped Toronto to visit Adam's family in Kingston. I didn't realize just how much I was missing this in my life. I haven't seen my own parents in over 6 months (and counting). And even though our government says we are allowed to build a circle of up to 10 people, the decision to do so, comes with a lot of risks. Not only are my parents seniors, but . . .
Thanksgiving 2018
Thanksgiving in Canada is celebrated much earlier than our neighbours south of the border! This year we spent Thanksgiving at our Aunt Lori and Uncle Ralph's cottage in Sydneham, Ontario. Not only do they have a beautiful home that backs on to a private lake, they have their fair share of animals that Ethan enjoyed visiting. Being off grid this weekend allowed me to reflect on this past year. Here are ten things for which I'm thankful for. My country. As the rest of the world . . .
Bye Bye Boobie: Adventures in Weaning
This week I decided to wean Ethan from breastfeeding. And I did it COLD TURKEY. I started to recognize the subtle signs of readiness: using my nipples as a chew toy and my cleavage becoming a dustpan of sorts for crumbs and food leftovers. I knew this day would come but I didn't realize how sad I would be to give it up. A Short History I always knew I wanted to breastfeed but while it may look natural, no one really tells new moms just HOW HARD IT CAN BE! After Ethan was . . .