Today, my mommy blogger hat is on. As you are reading this blog, I am in the car en-route to Hull, Quebec, a small town 2-hours west of Montreal, population 116,000. Why, you might ask? Well, if you follow this blog, you know that hockey is a BIG part of our life. And, I’m proud to tell you that last weekend, my son’s team won the Coupe de Montreal (Montreal Cup). It was a pretty big deal, and very exciting. And now, we are off to the regionals. Somebody hold me.
To give you the whole picture, here are some memories of last weekend. Might I also add, We Are The Champions was blaring as the team skated around with the cup, and well, I cried of course. You know me. It’s one of those shining moments where you’re just proud of your kid, and it kinda pours outta you.
The Champions
By Women’s Activist Gloria Feldt
Today, March 8, is celebrated around the globe as International Women’s Day http://www.internationalwomensday.com/. Some decry its commercialization, as corporate sponsors have realized it’s in their best interests to appeal to women who make over 85 percent of consumer purchases around the globe.
But it’s a day whose meaning inspires me to think back to a very special moment on September, 1995.
I was attending the United Nations Fourth World Conference on Women http://www.un.org/womenwatch/daw/beijing/, where hugely ambitious and thrilling goals were set for improving the lives of women, and by extension their families and the world.
Happy International Women’s Day! Today we celebrate ALL women, ALL around the globe. Here’s to you, ladies!
Someone’s sick. Someone’s exhausted.
My little man has been sick since Sunday. Fever hasn’t broken yet. Doctor says it’s just a virus.
Warning: mild venting to follow…
Nurse Mommy hasn’t slept in three nights… at all. It’s Teddy Bear Day at school today and my son is missing it. It’s going to be a magnificent day in Montreal – warm and sunny and I’ll be poolside bedside. I haven’t been able to work this week. I haven’t been able to work out this week. I feel like an asshole complaining– I did sign up to be a mom, after all. But I’m tired.
Ok, I’m done.
It is called “redshirting.” Perhaps you have heard of it.
“Redshirting for young children refers to the practice of postponing entrance into kindergarten of age-eligible children in order to allow extra time for socioemotional, intellectual, or physical growth. This occurs most frequently where children’s birthdays are so close to the cut-off dates that they are very likely to be among the youngest in their kindergarten class.” (Wikipedia)
In simpler terms, ‘redshirting kindergarten’ is holding you child back one extra year before sending them to kindergarten. Instead of entering kindergarten as a 5 year old, if your child is on the cusp of the grade cutoff, that is, one of the youngest children in the grade, you would hold him or her back one year, and he or she would enter kindergarten as a larger, more developed, 6 year old.
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on Wordless Wednesday: A Dream Meeting With Arianna Huffington
on Wordless Wednesday: A Dream Meeting With Arianna Huffington
on Wordless Wednesday: A Dream Meeting With Arianna Huffington
on Wordless Wednesday: A Dream Meeting With Arianna Huffington
