A SIMPLE LESSON

Since the beginning, we have been clear with friends, family (and the entire internet, for that matter) that we actually have no idea what the hell we’re doing insofar as “raising” our son is concerned. Like most parents, we just fly by the seat of our pants, do the best we can, and hope the…

HFM: THE NEW CLAP

Chances are you remember that episode of Sex and The City where Miranda finds out she has an STD and has to make a list of all of the people she’s slept with, only to have to turn around and call them all to let them know the horrifying news that they too need to…

TAKE YOUR REPORT CARDS AND SHOVE ‘EM

My child is a round peg in a square hole. He is not the least bit interested in conformity. He is quirky and hilarious and incredibly bright and every single year he gets horrible grades on his report card. Let me explain. My son is going into grade four so by no means is this…

THE THREENAGER

At some point every day, without rhyme or reason, my son goes from his fun-loving tickle-monster self to some kind of multiple-personality villain, or as my husband likes to refer to it as: being a little prick. Let’s see here… Defiance, rebellion, incessant whining. Taunting, scheming and little white lies. Random acts of violence, dramatic…

THINK BEFORE YOU POST: A NOTE FROM A PRO

Written by ARIANE LAEZZA I know you think 30-year-olds are old as fuck. I know, because when I was your age, I did too (and being at the age where I say things like, “when I was your age,” I really do realize how annoying I sound, but stick with me here). Allow me to…

DEAR DAUGHTER

Dear Daughter I didn’t have, I have had all these dreams for you. They started before you existed.  Before you were a thought in my mind. I knew I would not drape you in bows and fuchsia.  I knew you wouldn’t be forced to be someone you wouldn’t be.  I wanted you to be you….

IN SOLIDARITY WITH SWEARY MOMS

By: Anjum Khan “…ssssshit”‘. I stopped dead in my tracks. Did I hear that right? “Aria, what did you say?” I look over at my 15-month-old who had just dropped my set of keys and there it was again, “ssshit, shit, SHIT!” She enunciated with more and more emphasis each time she said it. My…

A LETTER TO MY SON ON INTERNATIONAL WOMEN’S DAY

By Meg Broadbent My precious boy, I want to tell you about how you came into the world. But first, before you, there was another. He is gone now. He grew inside of me and I loved him. Then something happened and he was taken away. He changed the way I saw myself, the way…

NON-SHITTY KIDS PARTIES ARE POSSIBLE

What if we told you, planning and attending your kids birthday party DOESN’T have to suck? When my son turned one, this shit was easy. I had a few people drop in throughout the day, he mashed his hands around in a slice of cake and opened his new toys, and we were done. The…

REBEL MAMA TACTICS: A SHORTLIST FOR SURVIVAL

Although Mom Hacks certainly aren’t anything new, our Rebel Mama tricks, straight from us and the community we dwell in, are all kinds of awesome. No-one is quite as savvy as a mama who needs to get all her shit done in a day AND keep everyone alive. Here are some ideas we think are…

WHOSE VACATION IS IT ANYWAY?

Happy (Throwback) Thursday, Rebels! I was going to write a post about the first few days of my “vacation” to Mexico with my toddler and infant (which, BTW, has already involved a cancelled flight, a new tooth, a raging fever, vomit, and a trip to the doctor – don’t worry though, baby seems to be…

THE REBEL MAMA’S GUIDE TO VACATION PACKING

Well, we’ve already gotten Mexico’d and we haven’t even left Toronto yet.  But trust me when I tell you that as I sit here typing this, it’s with a smile on my face and an eerie calm in my body. I’m starting to believe that a partial reason for my family’s 15-year-long (turbulent) love affair…