I write this in the aftermath of Canadian fashion model Coco Rocha being described as too fat for the runaway, at a mere size four. I wonder what are we teaching our young girls, or our adults for that matter, which is why I decided to write about jean shopping with Marley.

I will tell you Marley LOVES herself, sees herself as perfect, we often joke that no one loves her more than herself! I adore that about her. If there is a mirror she is admiring herself.

Four summers ago, it was decided that my daughters and I would make a weekend out of back to school shopping, we booked a hotel and off we went, shopping for new school clothes, something I used to love when I was younger. We were having a great time, girls only, no Dad allowed. Marley who was 7 at the time, had a few new shirts, a spectacular pink and blue plaid blazer and some new shoes. It was time to try and find some jeans, her favourite thing to wear. She like her father, is abit on the petite side, short if you will, but her waist is normal size for her age. Old Navy, Gap, the Children's Place, came and went and nothing. Sensing her defeat, it was decided that we would it a day, got back to the hotel for a swim, we did have tomoorow to find something. So through Sears to the parking lot we ventured. Just as we approached the exit, I noticed a rack of girls jeans. Marley searched and found a few pairs she wanted to try on. The only change room we could find was the ladies, and as I had a stroller with Kendal in it, we waited at the enterance to the change room, and off Marley went. After each pair she tried on, out she came to model them, and dicuss if we had found a winner or not. Pair one, YES!! Pair to, not so much, pair three, we were checking the waist, so she lifted her shirt to her belly button.
Just then a lady walked out and exclaimed with disgust, well she needs to go on a diet, doesn't she and walked away. I was shocked, I wish I had processed that a bit sooner, before I realized exactly what she had said, she was gone. My daughter got upset, cause that lady thinks I am fat, she proclaimed. SO I ask, if we as individuals can not get it right, why should we expect the fashion industry too??

I could go off and defend the way I raise my kids, their food consumption and what have you, but this is not the focus here. There i have said my piece and I feel better already!

Really?? For real??

Well, it is October now and with October came fall. It has been quite cool the last few days, making me not so jovial. The only good thing about fall is the fashions, love 'em, it is my fav time to shop for clothing. Getting back to my disliking of fall, lets just say I was not in a good mood yesterday, it was damn cold!
After putting in my eight hours yesterday, I rushed to get the girls picked up and off to gymnastics class. Running late, we sprinted to the changeroom were my youngest tore off her clothes like a madwoman, throwing her new runners on top of her pile of jeans, socks and jacket. Off she ran to jump, twirl and roll and around the gym, while my other daughter and I watched.
One hour and one very sweating kid later, off to collect her clothes. Laughing with another mom, jr gets dressed. Thinking she is all finished, there is nothing left in her cubby, I proceed to usher the girls out, until the she screams, "but I don't have my shoes on". What a dumbass I am, I think to myslef, so we go back, to find NO SHOES!! Seriously, they were gone, and seriuosly, I was pissed! Not because they were her new shoes, but because I can not understand, who do that?? Really, to steal a pair of 5 yr olds shoes?? First I thought they were just misplaced, but ofter scouring the whole gym, they were gone. SInce we had dinner plans with hubby who was already wating at the restaraunt, I had to carry her through the gym, to the car, then to the restaraunt.
So here I am this morning, still pissed. Just a note to whoever took them, wondering why you left the jeans and coat, did your you conscience get the better of you? Well I guess I get the last laugh"Asshat", the coat and jeans were worth more money!?!

Bubble Trouble

Here goes, my first post! To be honest I was not sure what I was going to write about, and then it happened.

My five year old was in the bath this morning, I left her for a few minutes (yes I am vying for Mother of the Year), she called me to help her out when she was finished, which she can usually handle alonne. While on my way to the bathroom, I asked why she needed me to help today, she replied that she was all bubbly. As I entered the bathroom, I saw my a bubbly outline of my child, she had dumped a whole bottle of bath gel, into the bath because she wanted a bubble bath! By the look in her face, I think she thought I was going to get mad, but all I could do was laugh! Once rinsed off, I asked her why she has dumped in the WHOLE bottle, as she knew she did not need it all, at first she claimed to not know how much to use when asked again, I got "ok, Mom I kinda did"! SO i will be taking one squeaky clean, old lady smelling (it was lavander or rose or something of the sort) child to school soon!

Please be kind as this is my first stab at this!