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Meet the Kids



Above (Joey- 1 year old hound-mix)

Below (Jasper- 6 year old German Shorthaired Pointer- Lab x)

A curious pair. Unlikely friends. 100% different personalities and preferences. Together they protect the house, make us laugh, steal food from the counter, hunt for ‘chippies’, snuggle, make a scene when we go to the dog park, start whining for dinner at 3pm, pout when we leave, struggle for the best spot in the bed, follow me…EVERYWHERE.I.GO., but also, take off to the neighbour’s cow farm.


Jasper was a free dog from a pointer breeder who curiously had a black litter one year. We’ve had him since he was a wee one. Joey is a new addition, a rescue from the Toronto Humane Society. She’s a lamb.

Since you’ll be seeing these guys a lot, I thought I would introduce you!

As I’m thinking about the next 9 months, I’m also overly curious about how they will adjust to a baby. Yesterday my natural-raw-vegan-guru-Mama girlfriend came over for a little visit with her 8 month old cutie patooootie…. and apart from their general ‘!!!THERES A NEW PERSON IN THE HOUSE!’ excitement, the two pups were well-behaved and I was pleased. Oh so pleased. We have another baby coming to visit tomorrow, so more practice time for these guys!

On my mind now:

Do I have a home-birth?

What about vaccinations?


Should I eat a bit of meat? (I’ve been a veggie for 6 years, I know plenty of vegetarian/vegan moms, but I’m not that careful about nutrients, really… ever).

Which books should I be reading?

WILL I WRITE MY EXAMS in the spring?

This last question is plaguing me. I plan to write my exams, and then take a maternity leave from the program. That way, if I find the business, the dogs and a newborn to be too much after the mat leave is over, I can de-register from the PhD program with the ABD status- which counts for something. However, I’m not so sure I’ll have the mental energy to get through these next three months. Writing ‘COMPS’ or comprehensive exams for a PhD is likely one of the most rigorous and stressful processes in academia.

Does exceptional stress harm babies?

SO many questions, reminding me that I need to see my ND. Bon WEEKEND, friends!


These parts ’round here



Glorious farm country, breadbasket of my province, just on the edge of land that gets too hilly to cultivate. The Valley below us produces the MOST delicious honey I’ve ever tasted. My OH my. You know the kind you’d have when you were little, the kind that your grandmother would force feed you on a tablespoon when you had a terrible cough? My years of honey trauma are over. Now I delight in it.

Here’s what you should do: go get the best unpasteurized honey you can find. Bake some bread (sourdough is my personal favourite).  Slap some butter on it, followed by the honey. Sip a tea. ENJOY.

That’s a recipe for a fabulous mid-afternoon snack, RIGHT THERE.

New Beginnings


Over the past few months I’ve been filled with an immense urge to create. Whether dreams of silversmith classes, or copious efforts at watercolor and knitting, this gal has been bursting with desire to work with her hands. I’ve also been crippled, literally paralyzed, by indecision over my career path. In my efforts to channel these frustrations and bursts of creative delirium, I made a wordpress page to showcase these handicrafts and musings on indecision. Who would I be? Environmentalist? Withdrawn academic? Organic farmer? NGO worker? But once I sat down to write a post, I realized that I was just like many other mid-20s women out on the meager job/life search, and felt deflated.

Then something happened today. Today I found out I was pregnant.

Okay, I think. This is it. You can’t hum-and-haw about anything anymore.

But then… Why me? I’m not ready for this at all! My partner and I were just joking about how our two dogs are the only children we are likely ever going to have together. Boy, or girl, were we wrong.

So I guess I’ve got something to blog about? No, but really. Here it is, for you, friends, family, and fellow bloggers. For those of you I don’t know, I hope you can find in my words a little piece of your own experiences- to laugh a little with me, about the ways in which the Universe just throws things at you at whim- but always knowingly (as Meg would say).

2013, here we go.