Faken

In an email to vegetarian friends of mine, I suggested we go out for "faken and eggs"... Thinking I was pretty funny and a bit of a momentary humour-genius, I decided to check out the internet to see if there was such a thing as "Faken". If not, I could make millions with the newest label for vegetarian bacon.

The first thing to pop up when Google searched "faken" was this: fakebaby.blogspot.com

I can't help but post the link to this blog because it has to do with faken, but also babies. Perfect combo. And, I have to tell you that a few weeks ago, while I was shopping for a loaf of bread with the Little Bean in a sling on my chest, a woman beside me looked over, did a double-take, and then said, "Oh my! I thought you had a fake baby in there!" Wha?... I'm not even kidding.

110%

My dog teaches me a lot about life and being present. Today, however, she taught me how to go 110%. 

We were at the local park playing fetch, and it amazed me to watch her go for every single ball, every bounce, even when it looked impossible. She always managed to find that extra bit of energy in her step and then... "Gotcha!" I believe that's what she thinks when she has a particularly good catch.

She must have no fear. Singularly driven. Impeccably persistent. And super freakishly cute. What a combo.

Walking On

The new "Rock on!" is "Walk on!"

Since we moved last week, I've been cruising the streets of our neighbourhood parks every morning with the Little Bean and the pooch, and I have to say, it makes me feel fabulous. We're outside for nearly two hours at least, breathing in the mostly fresh air (there's a paper mill in the area and when the wind blows one way, it stinks and brings back memories of my childhood vacations - that's another story...). Knowing I've already done something active first thing in the morning makes the rest of the day so much better, and I am guilt-free spending the afternoon napping or sitting in peace while the Little Bean breastfeeds.

Walking on also shows me that things are progressing for our little family - we are moving forward, walking with high hopes of good things for the future.

New Lefty

When forced to use my non-dominant hand because Little Bean is breastfeeding, my most impressive display of ambidexterity is using chop-sticks. You heard it. Left-handed chop-sticking. It should go on my resume.