tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91786612625260264582024-02-21T03:45:44.069-08:00DiaperworksErika Topolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05050454681583577623noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178661262526026458.post-19181903242292626202015-05-29T13:19:00.002-07:002015-05-29T13:19:59.505-07:00Choosing FUNI have three little boys, and let me tell you, there is no lack of energy in this house! With school just starting to wrap up for the year, I started thinking about next fall activities. BOY, AM I SURE GLAD I DID! Registration starts in two weeks for half of them. I actually despise this process, I search the web like a crazy person locating all possible locations for specific activities, compare prices, write down multiple options for all classes, to see how all three kids schedules can fit together. Then I have to check my log-ins, make sure I have all my user names correct, and write down the proper date and time to register. You better believe I am one of those mom's who is up at the crack of dawn getting my kids into swimming lessons, skating, preschool, gymnastics whatever is it. <br />
Today however I decided. <br />
"You know what, I am just going to pick one activity that's important to each kid, and then focus on literally just those three events" (yes, registering my kids is an event in our house hold- with 5 am high fives and all).<br />
POOF, all my craziness is gone. As I tell me my kids when they get their colored lunch plates.... "You get what you get, and don't throw a fit"- now applied to parenting. Will everyone get into swimming lessons? I don't know, but I do know they will all have their one class they are passionate about, and today I will take that as a win!Erika Topolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05050454681583577623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178661262526026458.post-58168680634882660622015-03-26T00:21:00.001-07:002015-03-26T00:37:11.586-07:00Note to self: no more microsan<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQjOiGOzSNnsAvQ89uVapK-Y5v-zY0j-YLvGy_fms06IyLJVOvl-yvokJ1j3Az-9rYoTOdlL3UDnqm8soBzh0CI5ym-9bDK0uLaKJq0qaMZBs-N_JJFMyabscaSNs52Kfy3Aco6sAGzQlu/s640/blogger-image--1632255783.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQjOiGOzSNnsAvQ89uVapK-Y5v-zY0j-YLvGy_fms06IyLJVOvl-yvokJ1j3Az-9rYoTOdlL3UDnqm8soBzh0CI5ym-9bDK0uLaKJq0qaMZBs-N_JJFMyabscaSNs52Kfy3Aco6sAGzQlu/s640/blogger-image--1632255783.jpg"></a></div>There are things I will always remember about my boys lives. Like Jake learning to crawl Christmas Day, or the way Asher always grabs at my heart necklace anytime he can reach it. Then there are the things I totally forget about. Lost in my mind until something triggers them. Today, was tough for me, we were at the public health office for routine vaccinations, and I used the anti-bacterial hand gel. Instantly I was flashed back to Cohen in the NICU. I can't speak for anyone else but I HATED having a preemie in the NICU. I hated everything about it. The constent hand washing, disinfecting, signing in, signing out, filling out log after log of multiple things that no matter what, never seemed to be good enough, because your baby was still trapped in this little plastic incubator- not coming home with you. That smell of anti-bacterial gel is in fact my memory of hell. However, as I stood there stunned I watched my perfect little two year old push his brother off a chair while yelling incoherently. Yep, there's nothing preemie about my fighter now, and I feel nothing but instant relief. I make a note-to-self; never use that hand sanitizer again, and remind myself that I have three perfectly healthy, happy children and I couldn't ask for more! Sometimes graditude, which should be the simplest, is in fact the hardest memory of all. </div>Erika Topolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05050454681583577623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178661262526026458.post-63989991092047782252015-02-17T23:00:00.001-08:002015-02-17T23:00:53.968-08:00Fact vs Fiction... Eating out
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;">Recently,
we went away for the weekend. This means a lot of eating out which is slow,
painful torture, but inspired my very first fact vs fiction entry.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;">I always
use to think that large families didn't eat out because of the following
reasons:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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get a table for 5+ people because the world is made for families of four
or couples.<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list 36.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;">It was just too expensive.<o:p></o:p></span></li>
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your restaurant because of price. <o:p></o:p></span></li>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;">Get ready
to have your mind blown- NONE OF THESE ARE THE REASON! The real reason why
larger families do not dine out is basically because of this list:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo2; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list 36.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;">The idea of being trapped in
a booth with all your children and that many open water/juice/pop glasses is
terrifying. You better hope you wore black pants, preferably polyester so
they will dry fast when inevitably the cups on the table are all knocked
over and pool into your lap. Children are invincible; they can flail their
arms all over the place and will NEVER get a spilled drink on them.<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo2; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list 36.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;">The minute a waitress sees a
5+ table that automatically means snails pace. Have you ever tried to
contain starving monkey goats? Well take my hungry family to a restaurant
and you will get that experience. <o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo2; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list 36.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;">As parents, you mine-as-well
of ordered a side of ice cubes to throw on your food because by the time
you wrangle your children down and convince them to eat, your food is
freezing. Who really wants to pay good money for gross freezing food?
Could have had that experience at home. <o:p></o:p></span></li>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;">When we
only had two kids, going out to eat wasn’t perfect but it was easy. Now I just
prefer to stay home and use the slow cooker- at least my food is hot when I am
eating 45 minutes after the kids finish!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Erika Topolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05050454681583577623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178661262526026458.post-85951016700736297122015-01-20T23:00:00.002-08:002015-01-20T23:01:50.728-08:00Our Big Debut- Don't Miss It!<br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><strong><u><em>MARK YOUR CALENDARS FOLKS!<o:p></o:p></em></u></strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Sunday, April 26 will be Diaperworks first Trade Fair. We
are so excited! Here are the details on the event. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><strong>Who:</strong> Mommylicious Trade Fair with Flair. This is the BEST
family friendly Trade Fair Event!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><strong>What:</strong> 40-70 Local vendors who have all sorts of products and
services that are geared towards families.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><strong>Where:</strong> The Carriage House Inn (9030 MacLeod Trail South,
Calgary, Ab)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><strong>When:</strong> Sunday, April 26 from 10 a.m. to 4 p.m.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><strong>Cost:</strong> FREE, plus there are so many great things going on-</span><span lang="EN" style="color: #260e07; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;">Bouncy House,
Face Painting, Mini Photo Sessions, Stroller Check, Door Prizes & Shopping!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #260e07; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;">Hope to see you all there!</span><o:p></o:p></div>
Erika Topolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05050454681583577623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178661262526026458.post-58830347182227276802014-12-06T21:48:00.000-08:002014-12-06T21:48:02.939-08:00My SUV mind as well be a mini van
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The other day, while driving my
three little adorable monsters to the gym, Jake pipe’s up from the back seat.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Mom, I wiped my boogers on your window again”<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Again?!?!?! Implying I have been inadvertently exposing the
back of my shoulders to all sorts of nastiness every time I get the kids in and
out of their car seats ?!?!?!?! GROSS, I vomit a little in my mouth realizing I
will have to clean this up. Five minutes later Jake also informs me<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“I am done my snack”<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I had given him a nutragrain bar (yes, mom of the year)
which I know has a wrapper, and it’s probably covered in crumbs and gooey
filling.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Jake, where’d you put the wrapper?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“In the garbage” he happily replies. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Two things are wrong with this; one, he’s strapped into his
car seat and his arms have about a one foot radial reach. Two, there is absolutely
no garbage can, container, bin or bag of any sorts in my car. Yep, he threw it straight on the floor.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">THANKS FOR KEEPING MOMMYS CAR CLEAN BOYS! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Mental note, Appendix: Pay Backs a B*tch- When Jake is
driving me to doctors’ appointments in my senile years- I am totally picking my
nose and wiping it on the dashboard.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
Erika Topolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05050454681583577623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178661262526026458.post-88803577518435397892014-12-02T22:47:00.002-08:002014-12-02T22:47:34.676-08:00Parent Teacher Interviews aka "my kid does what?!?!"
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Jake's parent teacher interviews were last week. I was naive enough to think
“my child is perfect, what could they say?” WELL, let me tell you, apparently
my child doesn’t know how to jump. He also appears so tiered he sometimes lays
down on the floor because “it looks like he physically does not have the
strength to sit up”. He has no idea what his colors are or what “craft time”
means. He can’t put his own shoes or jacket on, and seldom remembers his school
bag... it goes on like this. Of course they do mention he’s a very sweet boy-
apparently he’s not swearing at school so I’ll mark that one down as a win.<o:p></o:p><br />
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My mind is totally blown. Are you sure you are talking about my kid? Yes,
yes they are.<o:p></o:p><br />
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So here is a video I randomly took- it blew their minds. <br />
Kids do the strangest things, you just never know what they are up to!<br />
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Erika Topolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05050454681583577623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178661262526026458.post-17114002899026965552014-11-30T21:23:00.001-08:002014-11-30T21:24:15.168-08:00Out-sourcing poop on ice?<br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">There are two parenting jobs that I would outsource if I
could:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Potty Training<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Teaching a kid to ice skate<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Potty Training- To you lucky folks who send your kids to daycare
in diapers and they come home potty trained- I hate you.… to you moms who are
forced to turn your beautiful home into a living toilet getting them trained- I
feel your pain! Earlier today, my 4 year old and 2 year old were arguing over who’s
the “better pooper”. If you’d like me to weigh in, they are both terrible! I
have had to clean up more poop than I could have ever imagined!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Ice Skating- sure you can sign up for lessons. After all,
that’s what we did. But you know what happens at lessons? The skate
instructor tells you to stand in front of your kid and hold their hands (this
apparently teaches them the proper balance or something- I couldn’t hear the explanation
over the sounds of my child screaming bloody murder about hating his skates).
After they refuse to stand for the first ten minutes of class, you end up
holding them under their armpits. I have short children, but honestly, this
does not matter. ALL kids are way too short to be holding up on ice skates for
30 minutes. When the class is over, you are permanently bent in the shape an
upside down U, and by the time the kinks in your back straighten out- it’s been
a full week, and your back to skating class. </span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">However, there is a
light at the end of the tunnel. Like potty training you press on and voilà
after ten of the longest weeks of your life your kid can skate in underwear- no
accidents! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Week 2/10- crossing my fingers that Cohen catches on to both quicker than Jake!</span></div>
Erika Topolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05050454681583577623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178661262526026458.post-82991187788440770362014-11-26T23:24:00.000-08:002014-11-26T23:24:23.334-08:00I'd like a side of Sass with that.
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Having three boys’ means that normally I don't have to deal with that much ‘tude
or sass. However, today my four year old decided to take a run at it. We were
talking about Northern lights and Inuksuk (yeah- I had to look it up too, and I
like to think I am pretty smart), when out of nowhere he gets up, tells me,<o:p></o:p><br />
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“I am not talking about this anymore” as he back hand waves to me and walks
away down the hallway. I, in my nicest, not losing my sh#t voice say,<o:p></o:p><br />
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“Jake sweets, come back, mommy doesn’t know what color northern lights are”
to which he replies,<o:p></o:p><br />
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“That’s not my problem!”<o:p></o:p><br />
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EXCUSE ME?!?!?!?! Oooooooooo toddler, you better believe it’s your problem
now! I then pulled parenting move #53- the guilt trip lie- you’re making baby
polar bears cry, nice work. As always, he apologized and we went back to
talking about whether or not he thought polar bears knew what Inuksuk’s were
for. Short answer- they only care to eat the Inuit building them…. Jakes words,
not mine.<o:p></o:p><br />
Erika Topolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05050454681583577623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178661262526026458.post-37772312121651143082014-11-21T09:00:00.000-08:002014-11-21T13:33:27.381-08:00Where's AlfieIf I was a kid right now, I would love this new Christmas Tradition known as 'Elf on a Shelf'. However, I am not a kid- I am a parent. I, like many of you, was sucked in to purchasing this because "elf is the new orange" or whatever. Now I have to waste hours and hours of time on Pinterest (like this is torture... let's be real, I LOVE Pinterest) pinning ideas about what this little rascal is going to be up to for the next 24+ days. I must admit, the crafter in me gets super ambitious, but then the lazy in me takes over and we only "elf" for a solid ten minutes before the kids wake up. Regardless of our efforts (elaborate or minimalistic) the boys seem to truly be amazed at our little Alfie. <br />
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This year I made the mistake of unpacking him with the Christmas decorations *sigh* so we have already had to start creating the elaborate lie that is Santa's little snitch. On the plus side- my fireball Cohen (2 yo) ripped Alfie's little hat off, one less part of him to worry about! He doesn't understand the "no touching" part. I must admit, I did have a silent celebration of "take that you time suck". Today Alfie was trying to catch gold fish crackers with a Q-tip, you're welcome for my SUPER creative idea ;)<br />
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Who's Mommy's Favorite, Erika<br />
<br />Erika Topolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05050454681583577623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178661262526026458.post-2813614905804776342014-11-18T22:09:00.000-08:002014-11-18T22:17:06.070-08:00So Here's My Blog<span style="color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;">I must start off by saying, I am not a writer. In fact, if you asked my
third grade teacher, she would give you the back of her hand for even
suggesting I TRY writing for people to read (NOT a fan of my hilarious nature,
bad grammar/spelling/pencil holding <span aria-haspopup="true" id=":z.1" role="menuitem" tabindex="-1"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto;">techniques</span>). Needless to say, here I
am, website grader told me my website needed a blog. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: black;"></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: black;">I do enjoy making people laugh, and laughing myself. They say the most
brilliant people are the funny ones. I tell myself I keep great company...
being with the brilliant that is. This blog will not so much be about my
business (</span><a href="http://www.diaperworks.ca/"><span style="background-color: white; color: black;">www.<span aria-haspopup="true" id=":z.2" role="menuitem" tabindex="-1"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto;">diaperworks</span></span>.ca</span></a><span style="background-color: white; color: black;"> in case you
were wondering). But about my journey as a mom, no-holds barred. Enjoy my
future posts, and regardless of what I write- I love my children and family
deeply... even *if* they decide to take their pants off in the middle of <span aria-haspopup="true" id=":z.3" role="menuitem" tabindex="-1"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto;">Wal</span></span>-Mart
and yell that their making the Kraft Dinner boxes extra yellow. Short, Sweet,
and exactly what your day needs.</span> <o:p></o:p><br />
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Who's Mommy's Favorite, Erika<o:p></o:p>Erika Topolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05050454681583577623noreply@blogger.com0