#BOPPA - The Man, The Myth, The Legend...

Dear Dad, 

Not many can say they have a Dad like I do. And today on your birthday I just want you to know, that I truly believe God-Fate-the-Universe-whomever, definitely knew what it was doing, when it decided you were the man to raise me...

And as an added bonus you may just be the best grandpa on the planet - My kids couldn't possibly love or idolize you more...

I mean, come on.

Dad, my life has been thrown plenty of curve-balls & your constant support and positivity has helped me deal with it, as I have. So thank you. You equipped me well. I guess in a way, you kinda showed me what it’s like to live with a Happy Soul, regardless of what life brings your way.

I love you Peter Pan. Happy Birthday...

P.S – Working with you on our mural for the John McGivney Children's Centre in Windsor has been a dream come true. I can’t wait to work together on our Pippy Layne Book Series!

P.P.S – I can’t believe you found the other shoe...

P.P.P.P.S – Stop drinking so much Coca-Cola – I’m serious.

P.P.P.P.P.S - Watch out for this prezzie in the mail!!!

#BOPPA, #manmythlegend

Lend someone YOUR strength...

Day 1263: Today I'm thankful for friends who I am in awe of. 
Today after finding out Theo has croup & talking with a surgeon to book Pip's 11th surgery, I thought, "Holy feck Universe, bloody ENOUGH!"... 

But then the person who lost her little boy to what my baby has, reached out to me & in a way let me borrow some of her strength.

And I think that's the amazing thing about women. We lend everything we got. Literally...

Our bodies, our hearts & our strength. We raise children, scratch that, we miraculously BIRTH human beings. We then give all our EVERYTHING into making them good human beings. We are the GLUE that holds marriages, friendships & families together. And we are POWERHOUSES when it comes to heartbreak, difficulties & challenges in life. 

[Check out one-footforward.com - Sidenote: Noal is just one here & I'm 5 months pregnant with Pip]

I'm in awe of some women in my life. And I'm so thankful for that.


[All that was going through my mind at the time, "DO NOT drop the bacon dip."]

[One year old Noal]

How a momma-of-three turned into a "Smoke-Show"...

For the first time since the baby has been born & since Pip's Type-One-Diabetes diagnosis in the summer, my husband & I got to go outta town for the night.

I left that morning looking like this: 

Feeling frumpy & normal & cute. 

I'm a momma of 3-kids-under-five. My life is chaotic, exhausting & it's to the point now, where I'm only putting on makeup once a week. I live in jeans & leggings, a rotation of 7 tee's & I've been box-dying my hair since last spring. I'm still carrying baby weight and can't recommend SPANX enough. But on the weekend my husband was getting an award for being so kick-ass at his job & it was a night I needed to step it up a notch.

But the thing is I'm so outta practice. 

I haven't been out to an evening where you get that dressed up in ages. Probably years. And my husband's "Cocktail-Formal" dress-code threw me right off. So, in a panic I bought 4 dresses planning to return the ones that didn't make the cut. Then the day before we left, a message was sent to remind people it would be rather chilly during cocktail hour because it was out in a winery. 

Bloody hell.

I didn't want to shawl or scarf or blazer it up. So I dug back deep in my closet. Back to 2003 when I bought this long sleeve marvel at Value Village. 

I then snugged my momma-body into it, got glammed up on the makeup side & was feeling pretty good until I went to put on my shoes. In my mind, they were the perfect pair of heels for the dress & a Christmas gift from my mom. Only problem - they were two-freaking-right-heels & I had no other choice but to contort my left foot into one.

The whole ordeal kinda made my confidence in pulling off a Value Village dress shake a bit. But then I text my girlfriends with my unbelievable luck & they totally boosted me up & sooooo many people asked, "Where that killer dress" was from - I mean I was even referred to as a "Smoke Show" - Hello, I don't recall EVER being called that!!! And my entire look from jewelry to two-right-heeled pumps was under $40 minus the miracle of Spanx.

So, the moral of the story gals, is rock whatever the heck ya can. Or be way the heck more prepared than I ever am. 

Across the pond...

Day 1229: Today I'm thankful prezzies from their Aunt whose visiting England came & started a conversation about what it's like to travel the world. I've lived this momma-life-for-too-long-now, I forget or never talk about the fact, that I lived in Switzerland, cities all over Australia & created a life in Ireland. 

I'm so swamped in the life I lead right now with three-kids-under-five, warming up my coffee twice if not three times a morning & almost too tired to brush my teeth before zonking-out-to-Netflix every night. So there just ain't a lot of reminiscing happening on my end. 

I'm not thinking about moving to a small mountain town in Frutigen, Switzerland for my penpal crush when I was 18. 

Or I'm not remembering the rush of jumping out of a plane, scuba diving with sharks or taking a shady bus tour in Morocco. 

I'm not smiling at outrageous nights like when I drew on my foot with pen and in the happy state the free-spirited-atmosphere Byron Bay brings, I then got a man about 6 feet tall, in all leather, with a grey mustache and gnawing on a toothpick, to tattoo over the pen while singing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" with a burly Oz accent. 

I'm not remembering the warm nights, the comfort an acoustic guitar could bring, the excitement of who you'd meet tomorrow & the ability to leap outta any comfort zone you may have had. 

When I landed in Australia, I was 20 Years old. I had just spent 3 nights in Hong Kong. Alone. With little money, only enough to get me from the airport, to the hostel I booked in Sydney. Only problem was the taxi took me to opposite end of the city to a sister hostel & I had to learn that the freaking-Australian-sun-can-melt-off-makeup-in-no-time-flat while walking to the right one in Kings Cross. My roomate was a stripper, I got asked out for the first time by another girl & once woke up on a top bunk bed to find the face of a German boy who broke into our room staring me in the eyes. #thankgodIwokeupwhenheburpedwhatsmelledlikekobassa

I then stayed & I traveled around Australia, pretending I was a hairdresser - Giving everyone the "Rachel" & highlighting with "Sun-in-type-stuff" using tin-foil from the Hostel's shared kitchens. Wasn't horrible. Wasn't great. Just gave them something different. And that's all they were seeking and all I was offering. 

Traveling was beyond fulfilling, scary at times, deeply soul searching & in my case, something I needed to do before I moved on to the rest of my life. 

So today, I'm thankful these presents came from across the pond. That they reminded me how traveling is what made me, a large part me. How it taught me lessons & independence & I'll be forever grateful those years & experiences make up my life. 

And I'm proud of my sister-in-law for doing it, I want my son to know I encourage it & I wanna give others a push if they can, to live abroad at least once in your life. 

P.S - Just cause...

While he learns to walk. She's been "spotting" him like a freaking-little-gymnastics-coach. She's there to catch him, nudges him along & claps & cheers if he takes more than three steps at a time...


Feel like a Queen...

Today I'm thankful I got to see her feel like a Queen. 

I saw her big brother go from dead-asleep to adorably sweet.

I listened as her boys told her, how their Elf-on-the-shelf-Tink decorated for her big day.

I got to watch her from afar, in her morning routine at school. I saw as she proudly stood for O'Canada & only gave her amazing EA half-the-sass-she-gives me. I then beamed as she confidently vocalized choosing her big brother to be the "leader with her" & then swooned as they walked hand in hand to bring the attendance down to the office. 

I giggled as her friends gathered around as she got crowned with the "Birthday Hat" and sung upon. 

I watched her as she watched me make my way to the front of the classroom to chat about Down syndrome, using our 2017 #differentisbeautiful Calendar

I caught my son's eye a few times and I'm telling you, the love I felt beaming from him in that moment was a beautiful thing. He kept nodding as if almost urging me along in my presentation to his class. Like "You got this mom, come on, you can do this."

And I could not stop smiling each time I flipped a page and Pip proudly hit her chest and claimed to the room it was "Pippy".

I could not help but feel my sweet girl was so very celebrated. 

And because of that on her 4th Birthday we gave her entire school a #differentisbeautiful Calendar & I walked away feeling so very proud of who my daughter is. And so very excited to see who she will become.

Not to mention the fact that BRITNEY-FREAKING-SPEARS posted her sweet face on Instagram, she got her very own not-annoying-at-all-music-making-keyboard and she stuffed a gluten-free-chocolate-cupcake down her hatch like a champ.

She felt loved. She felt celebrated. She felt like a Queen.