Cancer Survivor, writing about Health and Fitness as you age

Now that I am at home, I have thrown myself into Lucas' school life with as much eagerness, diligence and thoroughness as I did my work and I am sure working parents of school-age children know exactly the type I have become. Yes, I have become one of those...one of those with time on my hands. Lucas did a class project in Kindergarten where they mailed a paper boy (Flat Stanley) to different places to get pictures and to map where they were sent. When Lucas came home from school after we'd sent in the envelopes, he berated me - "Mom! Just how many of those did you do? I was coloring Flat Stanleys all day until my arm hurt!" Poor Lucas! You see, I had photocopied the Flat Stanley we got and sent it to friends and family in fun places, like Germany, Japan, Trinidad and more....Ooops! His teacher said she had to get a map of Europe and Asia because of Lucas. Now that he is in first grade and we are concerned about whether he is being challenged appropriately, you can

It has been quite a while since my last post..not intentionally, baby just hasn't been co-operating. I guess he doesn't understand that I am trying to have a life outside of him, although you couldn't tell because of all the posts about him, as this one is. Even before Liam was born, my husband and I affectionately referred to him as the "short end of the stick baby" because we knew that this one would not get the kind of undivided attention that the firstborn got. With Lucas I was super-fit and ate very healthy, I was in good shape largely because I didn't have any younglings sucking the lifeblood out of me. With Liam, well, let's just say I was less fit, and my eating habits? Well, not so healthy. So he started out at a disadvantage already. Added to that, he wasn't allowed to grow full-term but was yanked out earlier and he was very mad about that. We never did errands with Lucas, one or other of us did errands alone. Lucas was such a screamer of

No, this post isn't about some obscure Medicare coverage fine print...it is in fact an option my husband is only beginning to realize is fast fading as an option - the possibility of me returning to work anytime soon. To be fair, the option is always there if I need to get back into the workforce, I will do what I need to, but I guess it was enlightening for my husband when I explained how absolutely uninterested in work I am right now. Case in point, today was a beautiful 78F outside, there was a slight breeze blowing and baby Liam and I were on the neighbor's bench in the shade of their oak tree around mid-day. Liam was leaning on me happily munching on his cheerios and I was eating my yogurt. What can I say, it's days like these that I am quite content to lead my stay-at-home life. This life however is not conducive to writing a scintillating blog, for that I need to actually lead an interesting life (or at least have friends who do). The most exciting thing for me t

My husband seems to think that now is the time that I could start thinking about putting baby in day-care part-time, maybe a couple of days a week so I could get a break to do my own thing. I know our budget hasn't changed, so I suspect it's because he is feeling guilty that he's been spending all his free time and then some studying for a professional certification. Regardless, I now have an opportunity from the holder of the purse-strings to launch a search into appropriate facilities for our 2nd prince. That's been on my to-do list for about 3 weeks at least I think, but it just hasn't gotten done. In fact, if memory serves, it's never been top priority. Part of me is excited about the prospect, but then I think, 'I quit my job to be with him and you want me to hand him over to some stranger? I don't think so.' Fact of the matter is that I'm not ready for someone else to be the recipient of Liam's smiles, silliness, gibberish and exci

I am a pretty social person (at least I think so), I tend to make friends easily and keep them (mostly), but sometimes I wonder if being at home alone with the baby makes me want to be home alone even more. My neighbor keeps asking me about coming to the playgroups and the monthly meetings of the Mom's club that we both belong to, and my standard answer is "I'm not sure..I'll have to see". This, even though I know full well that I'm probably not going to go. Having worked for so long, always having to be aware of the time and my numerous appointments, I guess being at home with no set schedule is absolutely divine! There is something about waking up in the morning without having anything I have to do (except get Lucas off to school on time or close to it). I am very reluctant to commit to appointments..and I can avoid them, so I do. Now how many people can say that about their lives? A long time ago, I was telling a friend that I was stressed. He looked a