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Snow Time Like the Present.

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Last week, chatting with my girlfriend who resides in Los Angeles, she gently chided me about our famous Canadian winters.

How much snow, so far? Nothing to speak of, really.
Didn’t you have an epic snowstorm recently? Actually, that was New York. We’re good here.
Isn’t Toronto one of the coldest places in Canada? One word: Prairies.

Now I know I’m not qualified to speak to January’s temperatures as I spent almost half the month in the Caribbean, but this snowman (snow worm? snow totem pole?) that the boys made this past Tuesday was actually our first of the season!
12728597_1756142027953057_1757163740_nWhich begs the question – if we’re waiting until February to make a snowman, what impact does our current climate have on future generations? Should we chalk this up to a mild winter, or be mildly alarmed about global warming? I guess my question today is, how concerned are you about the effects of the Earth’s climate system?

I know, I know, deep thoughts for a Thursday morning. Yet I can’t shake the feeling that one day, I’ll look back at this picture. I’ll stare at the smiling faces of my boys with their snowman, and be truly terrified about the world we live in.

Today, I’m going to take some time to learn about climate change, something I admittedly know next to nothing about. Of course, the fact that it’s downright freezing in Toronto today gives me some solace that we’re not about to melt… at least not yet.

Sleepless in the Suburbs

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At first, it was kind of cute.

After tucking Ryder into his toddler bed, he would fall asleep for an obligatory three hours… then lightly pad across the hallway, enter our room and crawl into our bed. At the time I was pregnant with Reid, and knew that my alone time with my little buddy was drawing to a close. Hence, I turned a blind eye (literally, I didn’t even bother to get up) and let him stay the night.

Then Reid came along, and I soon discovered that breastfeeding in the middle of the night was vastly easier when I could just roll over and relinquish a boob. So, he too found a home for the night on our bed – but only after we kicked Ryder to the curb (I wasn’t willing to chance Reid being crushed by a toddler who has a penchant for sleeping sideways). And with a brand new big boy’s bed and bedroom, for at least 6 months Ryder stayed away, reveling in the novelty of his new room (actually I think he just cottoned onto the fact that Reid woke up crying exactly every three hours – and couldn’t deal with those sleep conditions).

For a while, there was balance in the force.

Reid slept between hubby and I, letting us know when he wanted a midnight snack. Ryder bounced on our bed at 6:00am, willing us all awake as only 2-year-olds can.

But then, Ryder decided that perhaps he didn’t love his new room after all, and he wanted to sleep with mommy and daddy. After all, why should only Reid have access to the prime real estate? Reid was now over a year old, and having never been introduced to alternate sleeping arrangements, literally thought our bed was HIS own.

One night, late last June, I came to bed after a late night of blogging to find this:

“Past 1:00am, finally done blogging, drag myself to bed… only to find the real estate occupied by the 3 stooges.”

I sighed in defeat and made my way to Ryder’s room, where he has a big, comfy, EMPTY double bed.

But my slumberous ways were short-lived; realizing that his drink ticket didn’t come to bed, Reid lightly padded across the hallway, entered Ryder’s room and crawled into his bed. And lifted my top for some boobage.

GAH! Was it so unrealistic to want a solid 6 hours of sleep? Hell-o!…

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