It's my BIRTHDAY!

It's my birthday!

I'm another year older. I'm 34. Only one more year until I am 35 and then it is all DOWNHILL. Right? I mean, when I turn 35, I'm only 5 years away from 40 and 40 is like, I can't even comprehend. So old. Okay, okay, I'm just kidding! KIDDING! I can't wait to embrace my 40's! Bring it ON! Actually, I think I'm going to really enjoy the rest of my 30's. 3o's are almost as awesome as the 20's. Even more awesome, in some ways.

Most days, I still feel like I'm in my 20's. Sure, I'm a married mom of two incredible little boys but I don't feel older. Just way more tired than I was in my 20's. I guess five years of getting no more than four hours of sleep a night will do that to a person, right?

I miss high school, and University, where my biggest problem was... um... drawing a blank here... because there really were no worries back then. What, studying for an exam? Writing an essay? Discovering the Internet? Drinking? Anyway.

In all honestly, life right now is great. Being a mom is the most amazing thing ever. It truly is. Watching my boys growing, our conversations, the hugs, the feeling of immense proudness when my son writes his name, reading to my boys, listening to their laughter, playing with them, and hearing "I love you, mama!" are the reasons I'm thankful to be another year older.

Last year I wrote about the reasons I was happy to be turning one year older, and the same reasons are true this year. I'm happy to be alive, because the alternative sucks, and I love being a mother to my two children.

My birthday wish is pretty simple. Health and happiness for all my loved ones. That's it!

This year, I want to challenge myself more. Push myself in areas I know I can do better, make positive changes, cook more often, continue exercising and become a more patient person.

Am I a true Virgo?

A Virgo is: Dedicated, Sympathetic, Observant, Creative, Reliable, Kind, Organized, Analytical, Sensual, Witty, Charming, Helpful, Thoughtful, Compassionate, and Sexy as Hell.

A Virgo is also: Bitchy, Fussy, Pedantic, Always Complaining, Always Worrying, Indecisive, Anal-Retentive, Annoying, Shrewd, Obsessive-Compulsive, Argumentative, Over-Critical.

I will not admit to you which of the two groups I see myself fitting into more. That's for you to decide!

(Be nice, it's my birthday!)

You asked for it!

Sometimes, I have a hard time coming up with topics to blog about.

Actually, I have a million things I want to blog about but some topics are off-limits, and sometimes I start several posts at the same time, without finishing any of them. Since I was having a hard time last week, I asked you to ask me questions you wanted me to answer. So, thank you for your questions—and now, here are my answers!

John Cave Osborne asked: What's your stance on the proposed mosque in Manhattan near ground zero?

I wrote a blog post about this a few weeks ago. I would like the victim's families to be consulted. If they're okay with it, so am I. I also want you to read this amazing post by a great blogger I know about this very topic. Her post and the comments she received are worth reading.

Marinka asked: Who is your favorite actress? Which actress can't you stand? And what is the one question that you hope no one asks?

I love Audrey Hepburn, Julianne Moore, Natalie Portman, Uma Thurman, Diane Lane, Rachel McAdams and Winona Ryder. I don't love Jennnifer Aniston as an actress, even though I want her body.

The one question I hope no one asks me? What I dislike about myself. Because then I'd have to be honest and point out things about myself that I don't love!

Leslie asked: What draws you to shop as much as you do?

Shopping is like therapy for me. I love the feeling of walking into a store, running my hands over the clothes, or trying on new shoes, and walking out with new purchases. It's a natural high and I love it. Shopping makes me happy, and when you're happy, it's a good thing!

Suzanne wanted to know: In today's world, what do you think is the SINGLE most important thing you can teach your children?

I think the single most important thing I can teach my children is to treat everyone with respect, and to love their family, because there is nothing more important than family.

Jen wanted to know: What has been the best and worst experiences blogging, tweeting, etc? Any negative encounters? Best connections or favourite opportunities, moments that arose from blogging?

My blogging experience has been 98% wonderful with a lot of fabulous connections and opportunties made, from working with Mom Central Canada to being asked to co-host a big couture cosmetics gala here in Ottawa later this month. There have been a few negative encounters, but I don't dwell on people who don't like me or who are mean. There is so much greatness in the blogging community, I'd rather focus on that!

Tell me how you can walk around craving a salad and a workout, simultaneously.

That doesn't happen often, but when I am working out hard-core I like to eat healthy. I feel better overall! However, mostly I crave chocolate and chips and ice cream!

What the heck do you do for work, anyway?

I have degrees in Communications and Broadcast Journalism and I used to work as a reporter and as a news writer. Currently, I work in communication for the Federal Government—writing, editing, research work. My real job, though? Being a mom to my two little boys! No job on earth is more hard or more rewarding than being a mom!

Avitable asked: What is your favourite movie?

I love so many movies that I can't give you only one answer! But, okay—the one movie I watch over and over again is Dazed and Confused. I love that movie! I also love Goodfellas, Blow, Snatch, Kill Bill (1 and 2), Cluesless, Legally Blonde, Amercan History X, (Actually, American History X is one of the greatest movies ever made.) American Beauty, Chicago, Scarface and Godfather II. And of course, my all-time favourites, like Say Anything, The Breakfast Club, Pretty in Pink and Sixteen Candles.

Elisa asked: What is the one thing you believe it's worth spending money on? What about the one thing that isn't worth spending a lot of money on?

I think it's worth spending money on purses - I'm a designer purse addict and I love it. I drop money on purses and sunglasses and I have no regrets. Not worth spending money on? Things like tank tops and little tshirts - they're just as good at Old Navy as they are at Banana Republic! And bikinis! My favourite bikinis are usually just $20. My favourite bikini was purchased on a beach in Acapulco from some Mexican man selling bikinis for $10. Score!

You must have seen that episode of friends where everyone compiles "the list". Who would be on your list? 6 names, in order of preference.

I have never really thought of mine! And in order of preference? Well, I like, um... Edward Norton, George Clooney, Kevin Spacey, Johnny Depp, Eminem and Denzel Washington. Because they're all very talented!

As your birthday buddy, I'm almost obliged to ask: What do you REALLY want for your birthday this year? (And don't say world peace.)

I know world peace is not going to happen in my lifetime, so I'll settle for a key necklace from Tiffany & Co. (I also just received an awesome new Canon camera from my husband that I'm super excited to use. My children are going to be so annoyed with me very quickly! Also excited that I will be like all the other bloggers at BlogHer11 with a 'grown-up' camera!)

Fanderson: I want to know about your D.C scary moment!

As I was waiting for the bus to get to work one day, a man in an orange truck (why is it always a truck, why?) approached me and asked me to get in. I said no, and he insisted, opening his passenger door. He sped off and then drove around again, coming closer to me, almost driving onto the sidewalk. He yelled at me to get in his truck again. I was so scared, I didn't know what to do—luckily, the bus came and he sped off. I'm pretty sure I was almost kidnapped and to this day I remember what he looked like.

Heather: What was your worst/best experience while blogging?

The best experirence has been meeting bloggers in person and getting to know people better. It really is a great community. The worst experience blogging? Feeling like I have nothing to blog about!

Chelle asked: What do you like to do for "you" time at home? And lets say that the boys were away with your husband and you had, oh, 8 hours of peace and quiet. What would you do?

I'd be on the computer, organizing our closets, or catching up on missed episodes of Entourage.

What is one room in your home that you would want a makeover done on? Why?

I want a new kitchen—new granite countertops, a new backsplash, and a new kitchen table! If I had all this, I swear I'd be better in the kitchen!

What's your favorite drink at Happy Hour? Or anytime for that matter!

I love wine. All the time!

Faiqa asked: Why do you never say no to your children?

I have a hard time saying no because I have a hard time with discipline. I hate making my boys upset so I just give in. I have recently started saying 'no', but for some reason, my children do not understand the meaning of the word! Also, saying 'no' doesn't mean my 2 year old won't march right past me and get that box of Oreos and proceed to eat about 12 while staring at me with that devilish look in his eyes. And then, sigh. He melts me... so I go from saying 'no', to yelling, 'why don't you ever listen to me?' to just... letting them get away with whatever they want. Bad, bad, me.

Jill aka Scary Mommy asks: Is Mary Hart as annoying in person as I believe her to be? Inquiring minds want to know.

I only saw her briefly, for like a second, as she walked past me outside the studio. She smiled. And that was the only encounter I had with her!

Kate asked: Would you ever consider having plastic surgery (cosmetic - not reconstructive) and if so, what would you do? And what would you never consider?

I would probably not have anything done. I'm pretty happy with myself and my body. I know any improvements I want to see in myself can be attained by working out and eating well. I am not against anyone else having cosmetic surgery, though. And if I had to get something done? Maybe a boob job? Whatever it takes to feel good about yourself is okay with me! (Unless you're Heidi Montag. Then I just feel sorry for you, beause I can't imagine being 22 and feeling the need to get 10 surgeries done to make yourself feel pretty. That's just awful.)

Sara: What is on your bucket list?

One day, I'm going to write a really good bucket list. Currently, the only thing on my bucket list is to buy a house in Florida, visit Italy and France, and take as many vacations as I can. I love to travel! I'd also love to get back into the media world, when my children are older. Maybe I should add 'travel writer' to my bucket list!

Jen asked: What did you think of 'my big fat greek wedding' ?

I laughed! Great movie. Was it a totally accurate depiction of Greek people? Not really. At least, not in my family. We do love eating a lot, though! And Greek people are very passionate about life.

Anonomous asked: Why do you bring 2 glasses of water to bed with you?

One for me... one for my baby!

Midwest Mommy asked: Do you paint your nails from left to right or right to left?

I don't do my own nails! That's a disaster waiting to happen!

CaraBee asked: Do you change your purse to match your outfit or do you always carry the LV?

I usually carry my LV, but I do switch it up. I have a big Marc Jacobs purse that I carry when I'm with the kids, or my Coach over-the-shoulder purse. I have a cute little Gucci for evenings, too, that I love using.

Modern Mom: You have a great following on your blog and twitter. Do you find it easier to form relationships, get to know people on twitter or through your blog? Oh, and were you a blogger or a twitterer (is that a word) first?

I started blogging close to 4 years ago, so I was a blogger first. I love Twitter and have met many awesome people because of it. The only negative thing about Twitter is that people tend to leave blog comments there, and not on the actual blog post - that's a no-no!

I have found that every blogger I've admired online has been just as terrific in person. Twitter is like a non-stop party, where conversation is fun and fast, and blogs are more intimate. More like a sit down dinner or drinks with good friends. I love the connections I've made through blogging and through Twitter.

Nenette asked: Who was the most obnoxious celeb you encountered while interning for ET?

I left my ET internship early because I was offered a job in radio back home. I absolutely regert this now. If I had stayed for the entire internship, the last few weeks would have been me going out with the reporters to interview celebrities. So, I didn't meet any celebs while I was an intern at ET, sadly!

What are your 3 makeup case must-haves?

I have a few favourite lip glosses from Chanel and Estee Lauder - I am always re-applying! I also love StudioFix from MAC and black eyeliner.

If you were told that you had to move out of Canada, which country would you move to? (US and Greece don't count.)

Oh, come on! I'd move to the US in a heartbeat! Even though I love Canada. I need to live in Florida. It's my second home. I crave the ocean. I'd also live in Bethesda, MD - I love, love, love Washington, D.C. and visit as often as I can. I actually wouldn't live in Greece. It's great to visit, but not to live, in my opinion. Okay, so I'd live in... Capri. Or Monaco. And then I'd get to watch the Grand Prix from a yatch. How awesome would that be?

The new mile-high club

Yesterday, a friend on Twitter showed me this article and asked what my thoughts were. Because it's kind of hard to say in 140 characters what I really think, I decided to blog about it.

A recent poll released by a travel website asked if people would like a 'family-only' section on flights. Almost 60% of the people who responded were in favour of a 'family-only' section. Another 20% said they prefer child-free flights. The poll was released after a 67 year old passanger on a Qantas flight sued the airline after a 3 year old screamed on her flight last year. The woman complained about pain in her ears. Cry me a river.

The idea of making a 'family-only' section on an airplane, to me, is laughable because HELLO - airplanes are SMALL. Even the biggest airplane I've been on is small. Noise travels. And children are not second-class citizens.

It's absolutely ridiculous to propose a 'section' for children. As if children are less important passengers than anyone else! (Wait. If my children can fly for free, I might be in favour of sitting in our own section. Now that's something to think about!)

I would like to propose another section - a section reserved for assholes.

For the people who give dirty looks to moms on planes who are dealing with a baby who won't stop crying. As if the mother really wants her baby to be crying! Trust me, as a mom I can honestly say it's not easy dealing with a crying baby on a plane. We want our children to be happy. We don't want our children to have sore ears, or feel sick, or get bored, while flying. We also *know* we are getting dirty looks from mean people who have never been in our situation before, and we have to deal with their attitude, too. Can't we all just get along, damn it?

A close friend of mine who has no children told me she once asked a mother to make her baby stop laughing because it was bothering her. I think I was in too much shock to answer her.

I'd also like to reserve a section for people who won't shut-up!

Just because I'm sitting next to you doesn't mean I want to talk to you. Stop it with the small talk. If you see me nodding, and looking disinterested, it's a pretty good sign I don't want to talk to you. I'm nervous enough flying and thinking of ways to stay alive in case the plane falls out of the sky, that I really don't want to hear about how much fun you had on your vacation or if I know Bob from Toronto because I live in Canada.

And how about another section, for people who take their shoes off and have smelly feet? Disgusting!

Or... how about a section for people who fall asleep and snore really loudly? Surely we don't all have to be subjected to that annoying sound. Making a section for people who snore makes sense, right? What? You think those people would take offense to that?

My children travel by plane often—my 2 year old has been to Florida twice, to Bahamas, and to Washingon D.C. My oldest son, who just turned 5, has flown even more, and is a better flyer than most adults I know. I have no terrible experiences about flying with my children, except the time I flew alone with them and had to use the washroom, bringing both boys with me into the already tiny room. That was not fun.

I bring a carry-on filled with items to entertain my boys on flights—lots of snacks, DVD players, games, Play-Doh. I do whatever I can to keep my boys happy, entertained, and quiet. I am respectful of other passengers, always. But sometimes my children will cry or yell or do things that children do. And there is nothing I can do to change this. Even before I had children, I would smile at the parents who were trying to console their crying baby. Rather than give dirty looks, how about offering the parents a hand? Ask to hold the baby, smile, play peek-a-boo... that's so much more well received than giving dirty looks.

Chances are, a 'family-only' section on airplanes is not going to happen. The logistics behind that are too difficult, and flying is already hard enough.

If you don't like children, too bad for you. Put your earplugs in, have a glass of wine, and relax. And if I happen to walk by miserable you and my baby throws up on you, you sort of deserved it.

Round 2! What do you want to know about me?

Since coming home from NYC and BlogHer, I have written only 3 blog posts - one about BlogHer, one about the fear of flying, and one about summer.

I've started and saved about 10 blog posts that I need to return to.

I'm suffering from some sort of inability to blog, which probably has more to do with the fact that I've been pretty busy - busy with my job, busy with my children, busy with soccer tournaments and end of summer festivities like BBQ's, dinners with friends, last dips in the pool and the Greek festival, as well as getting things organized for back-to-school. (Can you believe summer is really almost over? I want to cry!)

Regular blogging will resume after this - but I thought now would be a great time to do a round 2 of Ask Me Anything, especially since I was asked.

So here you go - I turn the floor over to you.

Feel free to ask me whatever you want and I promise to reply in an upcoming post. I want to say nothing is off-topic, but I'm kind of scared. Ah, whatever. Ask away!

What is your burning question for me?

Are you dying to find out what I consider more painful - a brazilian wax or labour?

How it felt to sit in Mary Hart's chair when I interned at Entertainment Tonight?

What my scariest moment was when I lived in D.C.?

Do you want to know what my top 5 favourite TV shows are?

Or who makes my favourite jeans?

Want to know why I never say 'no' to my children?

Or why subway rides in NYC can be scary?

Who my favourite bloggers are?

I'd love to hear your questions, so go ahead... I'm ready!

Summer

Summer is my favourite time of year - always has been, ever since I was a little girl. I love everything about summer - the warm days, the sunshine, ice cream, swimming, bike rides, and going on vacation.

As a child, it was the innocence of summer that was so special - camp days, exploring the forest behind my childhood house, building a space-ship that never left the ground, collecting rocks and chasing rainbows.

As a teenager I did a lot of babysitting for the children in my neighbourhood and I remember looking forward to becoming a mom so I could do simple things like running through a sprinkler and building sand castles at the park with my children.

Summer has been totally awesome this year. Actually, summer is always awesome. This year, I've been able to work part-time for the last couple of months, which is the perfect situation—home with my boys some days, and working downtown other days, which affords me the best of both worlds.

Summer has been all about taking it easy and enjoying ourselves, from mini vacations to beautiful Mont Tremblant to relaxing days at the park.

We've spent many of our summer days and nights swimming...

Cheering on our future FIFA player...

Enjoying ice cream on vacation...

And corn on the BBQ...

Touching the sky on gondola rides high in the mountains...

Witnessing sweet kisses between brothers...

And childhood joys...


It's been a lot of carefree days.


And that's what summer is all about. The carefree days. Barefoot in the grass, cloud gazing, bathing suit wearing, popsicle licking days. It's been a blast.

I welcome fall back into our lives, but only because I love boots and cute sweaters. And I don't might some snow for Christmas but after that, I could happily spend January 2nd to May 1st in south Florida.

I know, we are months away from dreaded winter, but I need to start preparing myself early. It's never an easy transition, you know.

Hope you've had a great summer so far, too!

The post I can now safely write...

Now that I'm back from BlogHer in New York City, I can safely write this post.

I hate flying. I fly all the time, but no matter how many times I get on the plane, I don't feel relaxed until we have safely landed.

Of course, I have my share of "OMG, we totally almost crashed!" stories, like near-death landings. (I'm only slightly exaggerating here.)

I hate turbulance. Even though I have been told time and time again that it is safe, it just doesn't feel right when the plane you are on thousands of feet in the air shakes, drops, and goes through 'bumpy' patches. What the hell is a bumpy patch in the sky? Don't tell me. It still won't make sense to me.

Also? No matter what food is served on the plane, I will eat it all. I eat everything that is presented to me, even if it's gross and unidentifiable, because I know I will need my energy to tread water for hours until I am rescued. In case, you know, we drop from the sky and land in the ocean. I am a master swimmer and I can tread water for over an hour. I practice all the time, just in case.

When I was coming home from a vacation in Greece the year I graduated high school, I had a layover at Heathrow. While there, I bumped into a classmate who was returning from Scotland. We were on the same flight back to Ottawa. Then we bumped into another friend, who was coming home from Portugal. What a coincidence! We were all going to be on the same flight home! Shit.

I tried to keep the conversation light, but all I could see was the headline in the papers the following day:

Three students from the same graduating class perished on flight 147 from London to Ottawa.

I spent years working in television and radio, and I'm a news junkie. I see a good headline a mile away. I was not okay with being on the same flight as my two friends.

Of course, our plane didn't crash. But it was a very uncomfortable 6 hours.

Last week, I travelled to New York City on the same plane as quite a few other bloggers.

Tell me these headlines weren't just screaming to be written!

Plane of bloggers heading to BlogHer crashes.

BlogHer still going on despite the loss of several members of its community.

'I should have taken more than one Ativan!' were the last words heard before the crash.

Argh. With each mysterious bump, I held on for dear life. Of course, it didn't help that this was the very first plane ride I had taken without my children. What kind of a mother was I? Then I took my first Ativan and things got a lot better.

I walked by Sharon, and gave her a huge smile. "I'm feeling so good right now, Sharon," I said.

With a nod and a knowing smile, she said: "Isn't it great? You go from thinking: OH MY GOD! I'M GOING TO DIE! to: I may die..."

Needless to say, we landed safely. And my fear, once I returned back to Canada, subsided yet again.

Until the next flight.

Perhaps now that I have written this post, I should fly solo to San Diego for BlogHer'11?

I went to BlogHer and all I got was a fridge magnet!

So. I'm back from BlogHer '10 in New York City.

And all I got was a fridge magnet.

Oh, and a suitcase full of swag.

And the very best memories EVER.

BlogHer was more than I expected. It was more fabulous, more fun, more overwhelming, and more amazing than I thought it would be. BlogHer was more than a conference - it was like a retreat filled with very cool people who all shared a common interest. I'm so glad I went.

In fact, I was having such a great time at BlogHer I didn't leave myself any time to shop. And if you know me at all, you know this is a VERY BIG DEAL. I didn't go to Saks. Or spend more than a few minutes on 5th Avenue. In fact, I only went to FAO and to a souvenir store for a fridge magnet and snow globes for my boys. And I'm totally okay with that. (Except my first night back I did wake up in a panicked sweat screaming out OMG! THE SHOE FLOOR AT SAKS... NOOOOOOO!!!!!!)

The very best part about BlogHer? Meeting all the people I have been dying to meet, and seeing people I've met before, like Jill, and getting to know everyone better.

From the second I boarded the plane with Erica, Sharon, Candace, Cherie-Lynn, Alison, and a few other fabulous Canadians, it was nothing but good times. (The Ativan sure helped on the plane ride!)






Random thoughts about BlogHer:

Meeting my roommates Jessica and Jessica was 'squee!' worthy. I loved hanging with these two girls - it was like we had known eachother forever! I loved walking throught the streets of NYC with Jessica at 1 a.m. to find food (really expensive - but good - pizza!) and to talk. We literally didn't stop talking for 2 days. It's like I met my new BFF. Who lives too far away from me!



Meeting everyone was amazing. Did I already say that? Like Kate. And the fabulous Audrey, who hosted the Getting Gorgeous event. And Jen, a fellow Canadian I was dying to meet. And Miss Britt. And Brittany. And Marinka - OMG - I love Marinka even more than ever! (And I'm not just saying that because of the free LG vacuum cleaner everyone got at the Mouthy Housewives party!)

Bloggers are even more gorgeous in person. Hugs were plentiful and never weird.

People coming up to me and saying: "OMG! Loukia!!!! HI!!!!" was totally awesome.

Free drinks two days in a row was sweet. And so was the Pink Twitter. I survived on alcohol and cupcakes. No complaints!

The parties and events I was at - Getting Gorgeous, SocialLuxe, Ralph Lauren, Nikon, Hallmark, Sweets in the City and the Mouthy Housewives party - were a blast! And all at pretty fabulous locations, like penthouse suites and rooftop patios, where the wine flowed freely.




Hanging out at Hotel Gansevoorth in the Meatpacking District with a few great bloggers - Jessica, Pauline, Adam, Emily and Toronto aka Tempting Mama on Friday night was also so so awesome! I think the most fun was had at non-BlogHer related events - at dinner, bars, and just random meet-ups in the lobby.

The community keynote speakers were amazing. I cried. I laughed. I cried some more and almost had to re-do my make-up! Everyone was brilliant, and listening to Amy sing was kind of like BlogHer's own personal broadway show!

I actually changed outfits 4 times on Friday, much to the amusement of Maria who was rolling her eyes at me from across the room, but with a huge smile - it was awesome seeing her again, too.


I never used my credit card.

My feet DID hurt by the end of the night but it was a good pain and worth it!

I handed out all my business cards. And came home with a suitcase full of other people's fabulous business cards.

BlogHer is what you make it. If you sit in a corner not talking to anyone, I can't see how you'll have a good time. Get out there and talk to people! I had high expectations before going, and I was not let down at all. For the most part. I wish there was more time to talk to people, though.

The news on the little TV's in the elevators were very annoying, especially after a few glasses of wine when you started wondering who the hell was talking to you. Except for the time I saw Catherine on CNN, and I was like, "OMG! I KNOW HER!" to a group of non-bloggers. (There were like 27 non-bloggers at the Hilton at the same time BlogHer was going on. I wonder what they thought of us all?)

I am so glad I met YOU. I can't name everyone because I'd be up all night long, but know that seeing you all had me so excited, because you're all just as fabulous as I thought you'd be. And more.

So... see you all next year. At BlogHer'11. In San Diego, baby!

xoxo

P.S. If you have a pic of me and you, please send it my way so I can add it here!

5 years...

My firstborn child. When you were born, my life changed in ways I never imagined. I could not stop staring at you. I actually did not sleep for 48 hours, which started to worry my family, but I was too afraid to close my eyes. You were perfection.

When I went back to work when you were only 6 months old. I knew you would be in great hands being looked after by both your grandparents and great-grandparents. Still, I stayed up the night before returning to work writing out detailed notes to the family that would be looking after you.

Notes like:

Christos wakes up around 7. Give him a warm bottle of milk, and then take him downstairs. He loves to be carried into the kitchen and family room, and he loves watching me open the curtains and blinds. We do this together and he loves it! Next, play with him. He loves his little musical train that moves and his blocks. Feed him some cereal for breakfast, making sure it's not too hot, and then take him for a walk. He should nap around 9 a.m., in his crib...



Every day, you do things that amaze me.

You've just turned 5, and yet, you're wiser than most children double your age. You know most of the periodic table of elements, because you love to learn new things. You know how to use our ipad already. You ask questions all the time, storing new knowledge in your head, never forgetting. You love the Discovery Channel.

You could list the order of the planets in our solar system in under a minute, and you love to play 'gems and jewels' store. You love to go on fossil finding expeditions. You love visits to the library, and sitting at home reading your new books. You build towers with your lego that we proudly display on our bookcase for months on end. You write your name and each time you do, my heart swells with amazement. I think you're going to be our scientist, while your brother becomes the new Schumacher.

The new career you're chosen for youself? Paleontologist. I think that's an upgrate from your last chosen career, constuction worker. Although no matter what you become, I will support, love and respect you until the end of time. (As long as you finish University first!)

You protect your little brother, and always give in when he wants his way. It's not fair, is it? Yet, with nothing more than a sigh, you let your adorable brother get his way. He loves you, so, so much. Seeing you two together makes me the happiest person ever.

You're the strongest child I know, having had to go throught so much already, including several hospital stays, surgery, a chest tube, countless numbers of x-rays and ultrasounds and lots of IV's from when you had a severe case of pneumonia. You've changed me, baby boy, and I worry now more than ever before.

You love to collect rocks, sea shells, and special coins, and you have specific shelves in your room to display your favourite things like family pictures, snow globes from places you've travelled to, and gold coins you say you'll never use. The only thing you want for your birthday is a solid gold bar.

You are an observer, a thinker, and a conflict avoider. Once shy, after finishing your first year of kindergarten, you're more outgoing and love playing with your friends. You are becoming more independent every day.

You love soccer and you love to swim. You love your father in such a fierce way I sometimes get jealous. But when you call out 'mommy' in the middle of the night, I come running, each and every time.

I cherish our conversations and your laughter, and your little boy ways.




Happy Birthday my love. I love you more each and every day, forever.

Project Mom: Project Me!

At least once a day I say to myself, "My life should totally be a reality show." Because the things I've gone through, the things I've said, and the things I've done, since becoming a mom, would be very watch-worthy.

I've been blogging for over three years. I decided that after having my first child, rather than sending my friends a dozen emails a day about my baby, a better outlet would be to start a blog. (My friends still thank me to this day!)

Blogging has been a great way for me to connect with other moms and a great way to document all the crazy adventures I've had on this awesome journey of motherhood, while providing some advice to other moms, too.

I'm the mom who never says no. I'm the mom who doesn't care how dirty my boys are, as long as they are having fun. I'm the mom who worries more than I should, about everything. I still sleep with my 2 year old. And I love it.

The saying "It takes a village to raise a child..." are words I live by. I'm family-oriented, and I'm the mom who, despite having worked in the fast-paced world of radio and television news, both on-air and behind the scenes, interning at Entertainment Tonight in Hollywoood, California and CBS in Washington, D.C., can honestly say that nothing is as exciting as being a mom. Or as difficult. Which is why I'm thankful I'm surrounded by a large family who is always there to lend a helping hand. And do the ironing.

My blog was voted Best Family Blog in the 2009 Canadian Blog Awards. This year, I started giving back through my blog - by donating one dollar per every comment I received to the Children's Hospital of Eastern Ontario - a hospital that took care of my oldest son when he was very sick. It's amazing how many people you can reach through social media.

I'm also the mom who loves everything entertainment. I used to be the girl who never missed any episodes of any reality shows - until, well... until I became a mom and have hardly any time to watch TV at all!

Being a mom is a 24 hour a day job - I'm always on - and I love it. Every sleepless second. Okay, maybe not every second, which is what's so awesome about blogging - I get to share my stories - the good, the bad, the ugly, the funny - with a diverse online community, letting people into my life, and sharing laughs and tears along the way.

Being a mom is the greatest gig I've had. I love nothing more than talking about it. To have the chance to do this on telelvision would be a huge bonus!


The producers of "Project Mom Casting" - a reality television concept, are looking to connect with moms during BlogHer in New York City. As you all know, I'm going to be at BlogHer this year, and I'm so excited - I hope I get the chance to tell Mom Casting just why I'd be a perfect fit for this reality show in person!

The perfect BlogHer outfit!

I've been thinking about what to wear to BlogHer, because it's literally around the corner. (Squee!) I have tried on so many dresses, and while I feel good about most of my choices, nothing screamed "YES! YES! YES!" to me until today.

I found the perfect dress to wear to all the fabulous parties for at least one of the nights. I think I'll fit right in, don't you?

Oh, and I decided to leave any traces of my roots at home, because really? I don't want to look like a tourist. (Don't you know Canadians always dress like this?) Also, as if I'd wear a pair of pants that accentuate my hips! I think not.

More BlogHer posts to come - stay tuned!

The most important post you'll read this summer

When I was 10 years old, my mom received a devestating phone call from her close friend. Her two year old son had somehow managed to walk into their neighbour's backyard, and fell into the pool. Paramedics arrived as quickly as they could, and the baby was rushed to the Children's Hospital. He was in a coma for days - he was blue and unresponsive when he was pulled out of the pool. Doctors gave my mom's friend almost no hope for a healthy and full recovery for her son. However, miracles do happen. He came out of his coma and is living a healthy life today.

Many children are not as lucky.

Every summer it's one tragic story after another: "Toddler drowns in backyard pool" are words we see time and time again when we read the news, and they are the words we don't want to have to see. Every story I read about yet another drowning is heartbreaking.

According to the Canadian Red Cross, there are over 400 drownings in Canada each year. (A report I read showed that there were over 3,000 drownings in the United States in 2007. 30% being children.) There are far too many horrific stories of young people dying in the water. Even more tragic to me is when I read about children who have drowned who are the same age as my children; it sends chills up my spine, and it breaks my heart in a million pieces.

Drowning is the second leading cause of death among children. This is alarming because it is something you can prevent. The truth is, the majority of drownings occur as a result of lack of supervision. Children who are left alone can easily fall into the pool, and sometimes, they can become trapped by hazards such as the filtration system.

Remember, it only takes a moment. It is not okay to leave your young child outside while you rush in to get the telephone that is ringing inside. Drownings happen suddenly - and drownings are silent. "But I was only gone a second..." is not something you want to tell the paramedics later.

Last year, when my oldest son was 3, I left him sitting on the pool steps without a flotation device on, thinking he was safe, as I started doing my laps. When I was swimming back towards him, he slipped from the steps and went underwater. He was not moving - I couldn't see his face. It was the scariest few seconds of my life as I swam as fast as I could to get to him. I pulled him out, with the help of my friend, and he started coughing and crying. I was so thankful he was okay. And I have never made that mistake again.

Here are some tips to help keep your children safe this summer:

When you're outside with your children, make sure they are within arm's reach of you or your partner - or whoever is looking after them. This summer, my family and I are spending almost every day in the pool, enjoying the water, and my boys, 2 and almost 5, are strong swimmers, with floaties on. My oldest son swims without floaties, as well, but to be safe, he usually wears them in the pool and ocean, and we're always right there with him. Always. Until they're older, they will not be going in the pool without one of us there with them. Flotation devices are very important - and just as much fun can be had in the water with floaties or a life jacket on!

If you are going to put your child in an after-school or weekend activity, make sure it's for swimming lessons. There is nothing more important that having your child grow up to be confident in and around bodies of water - learning to swim is not only a lot of fun - and a great way to get some physical activity - but it's vital for survival, too. I started swimming from a very young age, because I spent summers in Greece, and I took swimming lessons every single year, too. (Until your child is four years old, lessons are more to get them used to being in the water. The real learning comes later on!)

If you have a little wading pool in your backyard, make sure to empty it after each use. Believe it or not, it only takes a very small amount of water for a child to choke and drown on.

If you have a swimming pool in your backyard, I'm sure you have the proper fence built around the pool - double check every night that the fence is locked!

Don't leave the water toys or noodles in the pool or lying around the pool when you're finished swimming - put them away, because toys could attract young children, prompting them to reach into the pool to get what they want.

Above all else, keep an eye on all the children in the pool. Even if you're not a certified lifeguard, you can still pretend you're on Baywatch! Keep counting to make sure all little bodies are accounted for in the pool. And don't forget the sunscreen!

This is National Drowning Prevention Week (July 17 to July 24). Although it's only one week, we should all remember to keep ourselves and our children safe around water year round!

If you have any tips for staying safe in the water, I'd love to hear them, too!

Thoughts on a Thursday

When I was in the fourth grade, during quiet reading time, a disruptive boy started acting up.

The teacher warned him not to speak loudly again, as he was making too much noise. She said: "If you talk once more after I have repeatedly told you not to, not only will you be punished for 5 minutes after class, the entire class will be punished along with you. Everyone will have to remain in their seats for an extra 5 minutes, quietly."

Of course all eyes were on this young boy, who, of course being a young boy, challenged his teacher and laughed.

And of course, this teacher meant business. We were all punished. Out of the 20 children in our classroom only 1 child had caused an issue, but the result was we were all going to have to pay for it. They were repercussions to his actions.

It was unfair. But then again, so is life.

I remember what I was wearing on September 11, 2001, when I got the phone call from my mother telling me a plane had crashed into the World Trade Centre.

Visions of me enjoying a glass of red wine at Windows of the World flashed in my mind, as I was in NYC just a few months before, enjoying the breathtaking view from the very top of the World Trade Centre. My reaction quickly turned to one of fear and mass confusion.

At work, we turned on the boardroom television set to CNN, just after the second plane crashed into the WTC. More panic ensued for me, as I thought of my extended family in Washington, D.C., and a family member who was in the Middle East on business.

Speechless. Numb. Scared. Sad. Disbelief. "Why? How could this have happened? Who could be so evil?" were asked by us all that day. What occurred on September 11th is not something any of us will get over.

There are so many horrible things in our history books, with 9/11 being one of the recent additions to pages upon pages of events that never should have happened, the biggest, in my opinion, being the Holocaust. Events that will always be etched in our minds as things that never should have happened in a society where good is supposed to trump evil.

Thousands of innocent people lost their that September day. An entire city - a strong, proud, historic city - was... panicked, to say the least. That day, hundreds of parents lost their children. That day, many brave and heroic fire fighters and emergency workers risked their lives to save others, losing their own lives while doing so.

9/11 should never be forgotten. I think that when discussions about whether to build something that is stirring up some controversy near the sacred grounds of WTC, a lot of thought should go into it.

More so, when an issue like this is causing so many people to have such mixed feelings, I believe there is only one place we should go to for the final decision. To the families of the victims of 9/11. They should decide. They should be given the choice.

They didn’t have a choice when their loved ones were so brutally taken away from them. I think at least now, we should show them a little respect. Communicate with them, and consider their opinions first.

I respect all religions, and I am a very open-minded person. There is no perfect religion. I will also say, as a Greek Orthodox, if people of my faith had done something so horrific, I’d feel the very same way about the issue at hand. (Or any other religion, for that matter.) And that is the honest truth. If it were me, I would avoid confrontation at all cost.

In life, sometimes even if one person makes a mistake, there will be repercussions for everyone. Life is unfair to so many people, for so many reasons. And sometimes, decisions have to be made that not everyone will agree with. Regardless of how you feel about the issue at hand, it is important to remember to respect and allow people to have their own opinion.

What are your thoughts?

What not to do: the labour edition

Today I'm going to give you a lesson in what NOT to do when your sister is in labour, having seriously bad contractions.

When my sister was in labour two short weeks ago, she went to the hospital to check in. She was a few centimetres dilated, and was told to go to a nearby restaurant to eat and walk around for a couple of hours before returning to get admitted. With her hospital bracelet on and overnight bag in the car, she called to let us know she would be grabbing a bite to eat at a restaurant overlooking the water.

Of course, we all decided to go meet her and her husband for dinner, which was a great idea and something big Greek families do. We were having a great time.

Until I took out my camera.

Because doesn't every mom-to-be want her picture taken while she's having a painful contraction?

So being the good sister that I am, I took a picture of her.

(Ouch. The pain!)

(The beer is NOT my sister's!)

And then, her contraction passed.

I captured that on film, too.

"God that hurt!" my sister said.

"G! Smile for the camera! Look at me! Say cheese!" I said in return.


I can't say I was surprised with her reaction here. I mean, I get it. Contractions hurt. So I totally do forgive her. Nobody had a camera shoved in my face the two times I was in labour.

I guess I was asking for too much?

Oh well. Let's just say my camera will stay in my purse until after her next baby is born!

You live, you learn, right?

I miss, I love, I look forward to...

Sometimes I think back to certain parts of my life, and I miss them. The other day I was pumping gas near my high school. I remember my high school days vividly - the walks to the bus stop after school, my friends, my first car, all the experiences.

Later that night, as I lay asleep beside my children, I was so happy to be in that moment, to be at this point in my life, an adult, a home-owner, a wife, a mother of two. I love right now.

This morning, I thought of the future, of seeing my boys graduating from University, wondering what they'll become, each of them with their different personalities. There is so much to look forward to! (My prediction? Oldest son: scientiest/doctor/paleontologist; youngets son: the next Michael Schumacher!)

Even though I miss the days gone by - University, high school, and being a child reading Sweet Valley Twins and long summer vacations with my family in Greece - I love the present. And as much as I love the present, I look forward to what the future holds.

Things I miss...

High School. The simple days. Discussions with friends. School dances and crushes. Experiencing everything for the first time. Organizing school fashion shows and assemblies. 'Studying' in the library. House parties. Taking the bus to my boyfriend's school (who is now my husband.) Dance recitals.

University. Independence. Big groups of friends and 90210 nights and the Greek crew. Tunnels only discovered during my 2nd year. Joining a sorority, late night study sessions, and the 4th floor of the library.

College. Moving away from home. Studying what I was passionate about, broadcast journalism. Moving to Washingon, D.C. to complete an internship at CBS, and seeing a huge newsroom in action. Recording a 10 minute documentary on gun control in a new city, shooting a gun for the first - and last - time, the subway, nights with friends, Georgetown, and the shopping! Going to L.A. for another internship at Entertainment Tonight and leaving early to take a radio job back home. (Regret!)

Things I currently love...

Swimming with my boys - Christos is swimming like a pro this summer, head underwater, jumping into the pool - it's amazing to watch how much he's progressed since last year! And this year, my 2 year old is swimming with only floaties on - he's also jumping in the pool, swimming to the deep end with no fear at all, and loving every second.

My children's laughter and the way they play together. Watching them learn, reading to them, and just being in the moment with them.

Feeling the sun on my skin.

Driving with with A/C blasting and my music playing loudly.

My sister's new baby girl... such sweetness! Nothing like holding and loving a new baby again.

Breaking a sweat at the gym - I'm completely dedicated for the first time in years and it feels great. My energy levels are through the roof.

Iced coffee and dinner with friends on nice patios.

Backyard BBQ with family.

New shoes.

Things I look forward to...

Our family vacation to Mont Tremblant. A time to fully re-connect and just have fun and enjoy the gorgeous view.

BlogHer! New York City! Meeting some incredible people, and just having a terrific time. Learning, socializing, laughing. (And of course, Saks Fifth Avenue!)

Winter vacation in south Florida - a nice break from the cold and snow! (Yes, I'm already thinking about ways to get out once it gets cold!)

Going back to Greece next summer with my boys for the first time and introducing them to our wonderful Greek culture and way of life - the food, the history, the beautiful sea, and extended family.

What about you? What do you miss? What do you currently love? And what are you looking forward to?

Almost Wordless Wednesday!

"Seriously, mom? How can you give up this stuff? I mean pasta is SO GOOD!"

"I know you're on Atkins, and all, but you're missing out, mom. But that's okay. More for me!"

Nom. Nom. Nom.

Sigh. I miss pasta!

A perfect picture

There is nothing I have not tried in the quest to take the perfect picture of my children and their brand new baby cousin.

"Smile boys!"

"OMG! Look what's growing on mommy's head!"

"OH NO! LOOK!"

"Chocolate! As much as you want!"

"Look! Look at me! Over here! Look! Dimitry! Christos! HELLO?"

"I SAID... CHOCOLATE!!!!"

I'm failing. It's just not going to happen.

It's almost impossible to get my 2 and a half year old to sit still long enough to take a picture, although he always smiles on demand. (Small victory!)

During the summer, my children go through at least 3 outfit changes a day, because they're always getting dirty at the park, in the sand, in the sink, by the water, and getting food stains - like watermelon - all over themselves. It's like a constant, never-ending battle with the laundry. (Am I alone here?)

Yesterday I tried to take a picture of my boys and my new niece and it was almost a perfect shot - until I noticed the chocolate and watermelon stains on my mis-matched two year old. (Brown shirt, grey shorts? Yup. Last outfit of the day.)

Well. At least they're smiling, right?

The new baby girl in my life

My 6 years younger than me sister had a baby girl last week. My little sister, way more independent than I am, is someone who has never needed my advice because she always knows what she wants.

Last night, she called me and asked me for advice. For the first time ever.

"Can I store breastmilk in the fridge? And after, am I supposed to warm it up?" she asked.

Finally. I was asked for some advice!

Just a few days ago, my sister became a mother. It is truly amazing how much I am in love with this new baby girl, perfect in every way - it feels, in a way, that I sort of have a third child - that's how much I love her!

My boys are loving their new cousin, too. The first time they met her, they could not stop smiling. It was such a sweet moment.

I had really easy labours and deliveries, (as in 6 hour labours, pushing for about 20 minutes with both babies, and both times, I was induced) so I sort of expected the same for my sister.

Didn't quite turn out that way for her, though. She was in labour for 27 hours. She pushed for 3 hours. I was so stressed, I bet my blood pressure was through the roof as I waited for her to deliver her baby. Since the happy family arrived home I sort of haven't left her house. I feel bad for my sister because she's not going to kick me out but, I don't want to leave. Because I love holding her baby!

I can also say with absolute certainty, as much as I LOVE the newborn stage - and am enjoying my sister's baby - I'm not going to have another baby. I am exhausted just watching my sister feed on demand, I don't want to have to deal with losing that weight again, and we are close to not needing diapers anymore. Now with this new baby in our lives, I can enjoy it all - but still go home and fall asleep when I want to.

I think this post - my tips for new moms - and this post - about my life before I became a mom -will come in especially handy for my sister now.

Congrats, mama! Welcome to this awesome, amazing, thrilling, emotional world called parenthood, a world you have now just begun to understand. Your life has just changed before your eyes - enjoy every moment. And don't worry. You will get to sleep again. Not sure when, but eventually! (Sleep is overrated anyway!)

BlogHer!

So after stressing over whether I should still go to BlogHer or take a best friends trip to New York City two weeks later - I have decided that this year, it's BlogHer for me.

I received a lot of comments, emails and phone calls from my best friends and from fellow bloggers, and the one thing everyone agreed on was that I had a hard decision to make. (I have a hard enough time deciding what to wear when I get up in the morning!)

My best friends and I see each other all the time. And we always go on one getaway a year together - so I know I'll be joining them wherever we go next summer. And I know they'll still love me even though I won't be in NYC with them.

This is the year for me to go to BlogHer - so my decision (finally!) has been made. And I am so excited!

Oh, and can I ask a favour of you? Can you pretty please vote for me for the 2010 BlogLuxe Awards? I was nominated (thank you!) in the Guilty Pleasure category along with some totally awesome blogs. (Um, I'm in the same category as Pioneer Woman? Wow!) I can't wait to attend the SocialLuxe party this year in New York City! It only takes a minute to vote, so if you can, I'd love your vote. Please click here ! Thank you! (You can vote once a day until July 12th, too.)

Are you going to BlogHer? If you are let me know - I can't wait to meet you!

Total Eclipse of the heart

Guess where I was last night? I was at the premiere of Eclipse.

(Insert teenage OMG! Squee! here.)

(Let's not mention the fact that I wore a sparkly top because... um... vampires glitter.)

Eclipse, for those of you who don't know, (all 2 of you) is the third installment in the Twilight Saga.

And so far, it was the BEST movie. I also happened to love reading Eclipse more than all the other books, too.

I was the girl who just over a year ago would make fun of everyone who liked Twilight. I wouldn't even entertain the idea of reading the books. I was a Twi-snob. Then one day, I accidentally found Twilight on television - and I could not stop watching. The next day, all four books were purchased, and I didn't stop reading until I finished them all. I lost a lot of sleep, as I was obsessed. And then I started to read them again. Yes, I fell in love with the Twilight Saga.

Twilight the movie was just okay, although certain scenes were perfect - like the first time Edward and Bella meet in the cafeteria, their first kiss, and the ending.

New Moon was a much better movie - more action, a better Director, and the beginning of the love triangle between Jacob/Bella/Edward. Most people watching New Moon were on Team Edward. But that's when the questioning began. And Team Jacob was born.

Eclipse totally makes you re-consider things. Or, rather - what 'team' you're on. I left the movie knowing how the Saga ends, but wishing, perhaps, it didn't end that way. I'm not fully satisfied with the overall ending. I'm not sure what I want! As perfect as the ending of Eclipse was, I'm still on the fence about who I really want Bella to be with - I know she is destined to be with Edward, it's just... her and Jacob make sense to me, too!

Jacob is in love with Bella. He is warm. He is friendly. He is funny. Edward, although his love for Bella is evident, is just... well... kind of gloomy. Ice cold. And a little too over-protective. And we should stop calling him Edward, because really, he's just a Dylan McKay number 2. (Don't you agree?) Wait. What am I saying? I was totally Team Edward a second ago! I can't be having a total eclipse of the heart too now, can I? I'm torn. I'm Team-I'm-not-sure. I think deep down I'm still Team Edward. But. Team Jacob... sigh. I don't know.

Eclipse was full of action and edge of your seat excitement. It was the perfect popcorn movie to enjoy with your girlfriends. Quoting part of the Eclipse review by EW.com: "... its feelings aren't fake, and the movie is compulsively watchable; it has a passionflower intensity. In case you haven't been keeping up, the plot — and the blood — have thickened a lot since the first Twilight film two years ago."

Indeed, there is a lot more action and a lot more fighting scenes in this film. The newborn vampires were fierce and hungry, and the fight scene with the newborn vampires versus the Cullen clan and the wolf pack was pretty action-packed. The new Victoria did a great job - and the Volturi were as scary as ever. Dakota Fanning was perfect.

I also liked the glimpse into how some of the Cullen's became vampires - a look back at when they were human was a nice touch, as was the talk between Rosalie (Edward's sister) and Bella.

Now, let's talk about our little love triangle again, shall we? Bella is one desired girl. How lucky, right? And yet... she is pretty miserable, despite the fact that these two guys are in love with her. Doesn't she realize how lucky she is? Come on! Put a smile on your face, girl!

I couldn't understand Bella's hesistation about marrying Edward at first. She wants to end her life to become a vampire so she can be with Edward for 1 billion years, and yet... she hesitates when the word marriage comes up because many marriages end in divorce. Sweetie. There is no such think as divorce once you're a vampire. This is your way of telling yourself you have some doubts! Namely, um, Jacob.

I loved the tent scene - when 'hot' Jacob had to get in the sleeping bag with Bella to keep her warm - his smug look was hilarious. The conversation between Edward and Jacob makes you realize how much they both love Bella. Then the kissing scenes... Bella and Edward... Bella and Jacob... what's a girl to do?

We all know these movies are not made to win an Oscar. And yet, they're huge blockbusters. And I can fully admit that I loved Eclipse. Totally. And you should go see it. If you liked reading the Twilight Saga. If not, well, go see something else. I don't mind.

Oh, and mark the date of November 18, 2011 in your calendar. Is it too early to start the Breaking Dawn countdown?

I'd also like to say THANK YOU to the awesome Leslie (@BPOrleans on Twitter!) for giving me two passes to the premiere of Eclipse! We all had such a great night!

7 years!

7 years ago today, I married my high school sweetheart... the smartest, funniest, cutest man I know.

My husband is awesome for many reasons. Not only because he teaches me so much, makes me (and everyone around me) laugh non-stop, and certainly not only because he cooks for me... but for other reasons, too. Like his love for German automobiles. His awesome taste in music. His smile. His ability to kick my ass at any video game. The wonderful way he is with our children. And because he is the coolest guy I know.

But mostly, above all else - because he gave me the two most perfect gifts in life... our beautiful children!



Happy Anniversary, babe. I love you!



P.S. Another reason my husband rocks? I'm going to the premiere of Eclipse tonight and he doesn't mind one bit. Of course I invited him, but of course, he said no. Because really... would I want to be married to a guy who would want to see a Twilight movie? I think not! Thanks babe! You know I'll make it up to you!

P.P.S. My sister had her baby girl! And don't worry - of course I'll blog about it very soon! For now, all I can say is this: I am truly, madly, deeply in love with this baby girl. She is perfection. And she will be spoiled!

P.P.P.S Is it P.P.S or P.S.S? I never know...

One incredible journey...

Today, my oldest son graduated from junior kindergarten.

We've come a long way, baby.

In September, I took my son to his new school to meet his very first teacher. He refused to even walk in the doors. He pretty much had a tantrum when it was time to meet his teacher. He was not looking forward to starting school.

Then, the first day of school came. He woke up, bright and early, put on his brave face, and smiled for me as I took his picture.

"Smile, baby! It's your very first day of school!"

At school, he quietly lined up beside all the other nervous children, unsure of what to do. Then when it was time to go inside, he held his teacher's hand, and never once looked back at me.

Which is a good thing, considering I was a sobbing mess - tears were flowing down my face and I couldn't stop crying. I could not control my emotions that day - my oldest son, starting school. It was almost suffocating, having to get in my car and drive away, without him. But I did. And survived.

What an incredible journey it has been! My once shy guy is now a social butterfly, having made some terrific friends this year, laughing, dancing, participating, engaged in his learning environment, able to write his name effortlessly, awarded the 'star of the month' twice this year, and forever bonded with his amazing teacher.

Yesterday, he came home with a giant scrapbook filled with memories and the wonderful crafts and work he completed this year. Of course, I'll cherish this book forever.

I was a helper in the classroom once again this morning, and I was so glad I was there to share the joy with the all of my son's friends.

Today, as the school year came to an end, another important picture was snapped.

"Smile, baby! It's your last day of school!"

And what a wonderful 10 months it has been!

Until September... when the journey continues.