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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 Thurm

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 passen


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 e

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 d

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.,