s’il vous plait

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I’m in the midst of planning my Little Mouse’s Frozen birthday extravaganza and this is the first year we’ve invited her little friends from daycare. Only the girls and her boyfriend. She begged. She loves him, she said. She needed him to be there.

How could I say no?

So I carefully attached 13 invitations to 13 different cubby hooks at daycare and while there are still 4 more days until the final RSVP date, I’ve literally only heard from three kids. And one of them doesn’t even go to the daycare anymore.

I get it. You don’t know me. I drop my kid off early and D picks her up pretty early, so there may not be any interaction with us. You may not want to start the birthday merry-go-round in daycare and would rather wait until school starts in September. Perhaps your kid doesn’t speak about my kid, so you don’t even know who she is.

I totally understand.

But just let me know that you won’t be coming.

I’m not good with waiting. I never have been. This is why I put an RSVP date on the invitation. It has not only my phone number, which you may not want to call. You could text me instead? Or email me! I included that too! Hell, send me a smoke signal; but please send me an answer.

I’ve already lived through plenty of school parties for the Little Bird. Sh!t happens. You can’t make it. It’s okay. But please don’t decide to show up on the day, because that puts me in an awkward position. I’m not expecting you. I’d really rather not drag a bunch of extra loot bags just in case you show up. I’d rather not even make them to start with, if you’re not coming. I don’t want extra pizza and extra cake. I’d like to order what I need and that’s it. Not have to account for people that I’m not even sure will show up or not.

I would just like to know if you’re coming.

I asked nicely…

I included the ‘s’il vous plait’. I didn’t just say ‘respond’.

I know everyone is different, but consider how you would feel. I usually answer as soon as possible, because I would hate to forget and leave the parent wondering.

Aside from the fact that I have to order food, a cake and make loot bags, I need to buy snacks and plates and answer the Little Mouse each and every time as to who is coming to her birthday.

In the end, I really don’t think she’ll be too upset if they all don’t show up to her party. She’s pretty happy with the three who are already confirmed. She’ll also have her sister, cousins and friend’s kids there, so she’ll be busy. But it still would be nice to know.

I guess for now I’ll wait the four days and plan accordingly.

I Wanna Be Down: Music Monday

There is nothing like that feeling when an old school jam comes on the radio and you are instantly brought back to a place and time. One of those songs is Brandy’s I Wanna Be Down and one of those places in time is a College Athletic Banquet in the mid-nineties.

If you know me, you’re probably wondering why I was at an Athletic Banquet, because I don’t have an athletic bone in my body. I do however have (or rather had) an athletic brain and ability to report on sports, so I was there as a sports reporter.

And I remember that it was a lot of fun.

You see, my best friend is pretty much the definition of athletic and so not only did I get to go as an honorary member of the men’s soccer team and celebrate what an amazing year they had by winning gold in the OCAA (Provincial) outdoor soccer championship, and silver in the CCAA (National) outdoor soccer championship, and taking gold in both OCAA and CCAA Indoor soccer championships. But, I got to hang out with N and all the friends I made from the other Humber College sports teams including volleyball and basketball.

I had a blast in college. I loved each and every minute of it; studying, reporting, editing, partying and the banquets. This one was particularly my favourite.

I was in my second year of Journalism. I was an eager and dedicated sports reporter and took my beat (men’s soccer) very seriously. I had covered their entire outdoor and indoor seasons. In fact, I once got blamed for their one outdoor loss of that season. I had to work and missed one game, so they said it was because I wasn’t there that they lost.

They were hesitant when I started, unsure what a girl knew about soccer. Things eventually got easier, and they got used to me and my camera in their faces. But always, and I mean always they used to roll their eyes when I came at them with my mini recorder and pen and paper, when it was time to gather some quotes to fill my story. I always got the same answer; “Come on, Tania. Ask somebody else…I don’t know what to say.”

To which I would always reply, “But your mom will see your name in the paper!”

Appealing to their soft side always worked. Eventually, they all let me bug them and it got easier to get a quote, or two or three. They let me in and made me feel like I was part of the team. And they even took care of me when I was sick in Montreal, at the National outdoor championship (where I swear it was -45 degrees outside) and I had the worst flu ever.

So the end of the year banquet was a time to celebrate the wins, the year and ultimately have fun.

I Wanna Be Down instantly brings me back to the dance floor of that banquet with my best friend, even though that was 20 years ago.

Love that music has that power.

Happy Monday!

Do you have a specific song that can bring you back 20 years?

Baby steps

It’s here.

Kindergarten registration is upon us and that means we are THATMUCH closer to the Little Mouse going to school.

{Moment of silence as I weep that my baby is growing up}

 

Okay, I’m over it!

 

I knew the day was coming. I had gathered all my required paperwork and I was ready!

I got to the school, filled out all the paperwork and just like that, she’s registered for the 2015/2016 school year. The Principal and Secretary asked me if I was going to cry, which of course I am!

But not until the first day of school.

And that’s still 8 months away.

The Little Mouse seems excited to go to her sister’s school too. She has already advised me that she wants a Frozen backpack, to which the Little Bird then informed me she does too. And a pencil case for both.

I can already see how school shopping is going to go this year. Disney better have their act together and have more merchandise available this year. I’m not going through what I went through last year.

However, I digress….

Let’s get through this year. Let’s get her writing her name on her own, which she’s almost there. Let’s enjoy the summer and then we can address about how mommy is going to bawl like a baby as I drop her off for her first day of JK.

Until then, I will hold onto the last 29 days of her being three year’s old. I will hold onto her snuggles and her moments of needing me. It’s already starting that she doesn’t need me to help her do much of anything, except eat her dinner for some reason. And without sounding too cliché, it really does seem like yesterday when I held her for the first time.

 

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The Little Mouse, 8 days old

 

 

Suddenly she is a big girl who can do everything on her own and she doesn’t need me. And while a part of me is proud she is so fiercely independent, part of me knows that this is just the beginning.

The Little Bird has already started telling the Little Mouse how it is at school. How she will have to play in the little playground until she is in grade one, and then they can play together in the big playground. How she has to listen to her teacher and learn to zip her own jacket. How she should be kind to her friends and teacher and warned her about getting into trouble.

When I ask the Little Bird if she will look out for her little sister, there is no hesitation and the answer is always yes. She even said she could play with her in the before-and-after-school program, which is very generous of her to offer.

They are going to be great. Individually and together.

And while I try to make light of this huge monumental moment in our lives; the importance of growing up isn’t lost on me either.

I love those two little people and cherish all my moments with them.

 

Time of our Lives: Music Monday

The new year has started and it seems that my two luxurious weeks off with my kids is a distant memory. It’s funny – and sad – how quickly time flies.

I am vowing to make this year count. I’m going to do things that make me happy and my kids happy and are good for my family.

Life’s too short, isn’t it?!

Over the holidays, I unfortunately heard details of friends who are ill, how cancer struck again and it makes me realize that we don’t have an infinite number of days. I cried when I found out that a girl I went to high school with had passed away. She was 40.

It hit home and I decided that it was time to make some changes.

There will always be struggles and tough times, but you have to live life. Kiss your kids and hug your parents. Love with all your heart and live your life.

Every day.

Today’s Music Monday song is Time of our Lives by Pitbull and Ne-Yo.

I hope you have the time of your life today.

Tomorrow.

Always!

Happy Monday.

Pop Danthologoy 2014: Music Monday

My Music Monday posts are probably some of my favourite blog posts that I write and share every week. I love to find that connection between music and my life and tell my story, or my memory around it and share it with all of my readers.

So I put a little pressure on myself to find the right song to wrap of the year.

And I think that I have found the perfect video for you to enjoy!

Here is Pop Danthology 2014 by Daniel Kim. He’s a Canadian DJ and artist, based out of British Columbia who has been mixing songs for these annual mashups since 2012. They are amazing. You can watch The Making of the Pop Danthology 2014 here, but I encourage you to watch the actual video first.

It’s amazing. And you’ll recognize more than a few songs that I’ve featured over this past year on my Music Monday posts.

Wishing you a swinging New Year, full of music and life!

Happy Monday.