Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Snow days

We've had two snow days in as many weeks, and boy do we have snow here in Montreal!

On our first snow day, December 3, the daycare called us early to inform us that they were not opening. The radio news declared that all schools on the island of Montreal were closed. And it snowed and snowed all day long. The kids stayed home, Derek took the day off from doing work, and we all prepared for a fun day ahead. One of Solanne's friends from the daycare came to stay with us along with her brother while their mom had to make her way in to McGill, where there were still classes going on (and final papers to hand in!). So for a while, we had four kids in our house.

Here is Maïa, Solanne, and Emme having a grand old time. Emme's brother, who is nearly six, kept himself occupied playing with trains, away from the girls.




Later, our friends Arlene and Noah came by for a short visit. Noah is seen here, with his dad, Glenn, after digging out of the second blizzard (thanks for the pics, Glenn!).






And here are our girls playing in our backyard, after the first snow fall.





If these pictures give you a sense of déjà-vu, don't be alarmed; they likely remind you of pics I posted in December 2005.

Now, if you're in warmer climes, where there is less snow, do not idealise living in this beautiful stuff too much. Our city was crippled by the storm last time around, and it took a while for the snow removal crews to get to the most important arteries (uh, why were some side streets completely cleared before a very busy section of Sherbrooke ever saw a snow-removal truck??). Things are not much better this time around (read more about it here). And, on a more personal note, our parking is behind our building and is accessed by a long, narrow driveway. Every winter, we and our neighbours, who depend on this driveway, hire a plow to move the snow aside. We haven't seen them since the last snow fall. So last night, Derek and four of our other neighbours dug out over 45 cm of snow in our backyard and driveway.

I'm gonna miss this disorganised, snowy city...

Visiting Rubby & Susan

Our dear friends from Ottawa (or just outside of Ottawa), Rubby & Susan, invited us for their annual Christmas crafting fun. Since they are very crafty people, and since I cannot pass up Rubby's cooking, we happily agreed to go.

You can see all the fun here.

And now, Rubby, Susan and their crew have "made it onto the blog"–and we've made it onto their website!

Tuesday, December 04, 2007

Seven random things: Derek

In response to massive public demand, here are seven exciting things about Derek:

1) Derek really likes languages. At various times he has studied (besides English and French) Italian, Spanish, Portugese, Arabic, Hebrew, German, Russian, Classical Chinese, Latin, Sanskrit, Koine Greek, Old English, and Baby Sign Language. He can also say hello to you in Amharic, Dutch, Farsi, Twi, Polish, Japanese, Somali, Mandarin, Turkish, and Inuktitut.

2) He can touch his nose with his tongue.

3) Derek is currently trying to learn how to sing in Gregorian chant.

4) He can make a paper crane, with wings that flap when the tail is pulled, out of a 1 centimetre square of paper.

5) He used to be ticklish, but after marrying Cristina he taught himself not to be ticklish. In a surprising twist of fate, Cristina used not to be ticklish, but after marrying Derek has become ticklish. Speculations abound as to the explanation behind this strange development.

6) In high school, Derek had long hair and wore goth makeup. His favourite shade of eye shadow was silver-blue.

7) Derek has a secret identity, but he can’t tell you what it is because then it wouldn’t be a secret.

Sunday, December 02, 2007

Seven random things: Solanne

1) Solanne can wink. Not one of those fake preschooler winks. It's the real deal, and she can do it with her right eye and her left eye, independently.

2) She has frightening (for me and Derek) night terrors, yet she never remembers them in the morning. She'll wake up screaming, usually because of some nightmare she's having, often involving Maïa taking something from her. It can take up to an hour to calm her down. Luckily, it usually only takes five or ten minutes.

3) Solanne loves dolls. Most children have at least a passing interest in dolls and parenting roles, but Solanne is quasi-obsessed. If it were up to her, she would have a doll under her arm every moment of the day. She also likes to say I'm a good momma.

4) She likes to make up stories and lyrics to her own songs. And we are not allowed to interrupt. Not even to comment on how interesting the story is. Ever.

5) She loves to dance and hates it when she sees someone watching her.

6) "I love you soooo much" is her favourite sentence this week.

7) Solanne used to love food but now it's a fight to get her to eat: she's officially a preschooler.

Friday, November 23, 2007

Seven random things: Maïa

1) She is the youngest—but only the second smallest—kid in her class.

2) Her obsession with horses is at epic heights: she loves anything resembling, related to, or containing the name horse. Horses, unicorns, pegasus, zebras, sea horses, horse flies... I think she would love hippopotamuses if I told her that "hippo" means horse.

3) Maïa is way fancier than her mom has ever been. Dresses, necklaces, anything with embroidery or flowers or butterflies.

4) She could sing in tune at the age of 18 months.

5) She has been to Egypt, Cuba, and three different provinces in Canada.

6) She draws about 5 to 10 pictures per day.

7) Is currently obsessed with reading words: I caught her yesterday reading my body butter container.

Friday, November 16, 2007

Seven random things: revised

So, there's this meme... and Melanie T tagged me. Here are the rules:

Link to your tagger and post these rules.
Share 7 facts about yourself: some random, some weird.
Tag 7 people at the end of your post and list their names (linking to them).

Let them know they've been tagged by leaving a comment at their blogs.

Here we go:

Seven Random and/or Little-Known Facts About Me

1- I was always the tallest kid in my class in elementary school. Except for one kid; he's 6'8" now. I, for the record, made it to 5'3" (I stopped growing in grade 6).

2- I watch General Hospital every once in a while. It's my guilty pleasure. It's like eating Kraft Dinner: you know it's not good for you, and you regret it afterwards, but geez does it feel like coming home sometimes.

3- I have never broken a bone or had stitches. I guess my childhood was pretty boring...

4- When I was about five years old, a motorcycle gang called The Outlaws bought the house next door and made it their clubhouse. At some point, a rival gang (it is assumed) fired a grenade into the window of their house; someone lobbed it back out and it went off in the street directly in front of my house. The two street-facing windows in my room shattered inward, and there were shards of glass all over my bed. I was asleep in my bed at the time; I didn't even wake up.

5- I love meat. But I don't eat it. I'm over it now, though. Mostly.

6- I can make a clover shape with my tongue. Don't know why. I'm trying to teach Maïa how to do it. She's still working on rolling her tongue.

7- I won the grade seven science fair. My project was on mummification; at the time, I wanted to become an archaeologist. My friend Stephanie and I mummified chicken legs in three different manners, then we left a fourth one to rot (as a control). We kept the legs at Stephanie's house. Stephanie's dad wondered aloud, a lot, why we weren't doing it at my house.

So here are the seven people I'm tagging:

1 - Naomi
2 - Sarah (perhaps now she will post something??)
3 & 4 - Louise and Andrzej
5 - Katie
6 & 7 - Rubby and Susan (even if theirs is a full-blown website and not a blog...)

Monday, November 12, 2007

Where have all the babies gone?

Derek and I are enthusiastic anti-packrats. To be truthful, we're rather tyrannical and dogmatic about it. If something in our house does not have an immediate use, it had better look out because it's on its way out. There are a few exceptions to this rule, like my wedding dress (although, in my defence, I did try to sell it, to no avail), and Derek's shelf-ful of class notes dating back to his first year in English Lit.

So it is no surprise that as soon as our children grew out of clothes or toys, we have striven to find each item a new home, usually by passing them along to friends or acquaintances. Even some furniture gets kicked out: a few weeks ago, after I found a new dresser for our room, we graduated my dresser to Maïa and Maïa's to Solanne, and the change table that had been holding all of Solanne's clothes graduated to the curb (someone picked it up within an hour).

The net effect of all this purging is that we have nearly no baby things left in our home. It's all kids' stuff now. Gone are the teethers, the exersaucer, the highchair, the cloth diapers (hurray!), the tiny sleepers. So when I look around, I wonder where did our babies disappear to? It's the strangest thing; when I signed up to have babies, I knew that they would become children and then adolescents and then adults, but I never really considered that the babies would be gone, forever. In theory, I miss Maïa the Baby and Solanne the Baby, but in practice, I must admit, that I'm really enjoying this part. More than I had imagined I would. And I think that the part of me that misses the babies is mourning what might have been; because, in fact, I found those times quite trying, tiring, and troublesome.

So while I will miss Solanne's baby sounds (her "L"s are becoming a real L sound rather than a W sound), and those magical Baby Signs, I am embracing the wonderful little girls that they are and that they are becoming, every single day. I guess that's the beauty of raising children: it's the becoming that is the most exciting, even more so than any one moment.

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Hallowe'en pics

Maïa decided this year that she wanted to be a cat princess. Not a cat; not a princess. A cat princess. This led to a lot of confusion. She was variously mistaken for a cow, a pig, and a hippopotamus. But she was patient and adament: "No. I'm a cat princess!"




Solanne "decided" that she would be a baby elephant. In fact, we gave her the idea since we already had the costume (does it look familiar?), and she happily agreed.




The Saturday after Hallowe'en, we were all invited to a Hallowe'en party at a friend's house. A post-Hallowe'en Hallowe'en party is always a good idea since it's nice to have at least two occasions to which to wear the costume we've so carefully picked out. The hostess told me that the adults were encouraged to dress up, too. I wasn't going to, but then I remembered this dress that I made, about ten years ago. I had never had the opportunity to wear it, so this was my big chance to make its début. Derek picked through the kids' dress-up box for this hat that Nick left the kids when he moved to BC. It was lots of fun to dress up, even if none of the other parents (save the hosts) was wearing a costume.



Wednesday, November 07, 2007

Childhood illnesses

It's a wonder any of us make it out of childhood. Between the dumb and dangerous things kids do and the rash of illnesses they suffer from (including rashes), it's incredible that they survive. We are lucky enough to have vaccines for the biggies, but even the little ones can leave them miserable and their parents begging for mercy.

And I've been lucky. (Having said this, I am now betting that my next entry will be entitled "Chicken Pox, Bronchitis & Impetigo All at Once!?") We generally get a cluster of flu's and colds from October to April, with a couple of ear infections thrown in just for fun. So far this season, which, for the record, started in early September, we've had the croup, vomitting, fevers, colds, and now pink eye. It's boatloads of fun in our house, I tell ya. Non stop.

But I'm not complaining. Well, only a little. Okay, I'm whining. But I do recognise that we live in a great time and place, and that getting sick only means getting sick and not dying.

I just thought I'd let you all know what's going on in our household these days. So when you ask, how's your health, you know that overall, we're doing okay. It's just that the devil is in the details.

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Social experiment: The outcome

I'm reporting back, with a little hindsight, on what happened when I asked folks not to bring gifts to my girls' birthday parties. I needed a little hindsight to get over A) the shock of back-to-back parties; B) over 30 guests, spread over the two events; C) the frustration at people; D) the joy of finding kindred spirits.

It was actually easier with Solanne's guests. I had the advantage of not knowing any of the parents personally. I knew a few from passing them in the morning and saying hello, but otherwise, I didn't even know their names. So when they called and the Gift Issue came up, it was easy to explain the situation to them. I got everything from the enthusiasm of "what a great idea!" to the do-you-kick-puppies tone of "why no gifts?" to the helpful "what can I bring to the party?" So we ended up with a bouquet of flowers, two quiches, juice, soft drinks, pretzels, a plush flower, and two kids' books. Not bad.

With Maïa's friends' parents, it was a little trickier. These are people we've known for about two years, ever since Maïa started at daycare. We've had play-dates with these people, shared Christmas concerts and other birthday parties, commiserated when a teacher left, celebrated "graduation" together. So when we asked that they not bring gifts, one parent actually refused. She said there was no way she could go to a party without bringing something. We offered to let her bring some food. Nothing doing. But it wasn't a toy: Maïa got some really funky clothes. And her other friends each brought a little something, too. In my mind, these would be perfectly acceptable normal birthday gifts, but these were the tokens in lieu of gifts. I can't imagine what would have happened if we'd opened the floodgates to actual gifts.

A few die-hard balloons still float in our livingroom and there's still some left over cake, but the streamers are gone and the fallout of the parties has been cleaned up. All in all, the experiment went well. And we'll have to do it all over again next year, with a whole new set of guests!

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Social experiment

The girls both have birthdays coming up, and this year we've planned two separate parties to celebrate. Solanne's birthday party will take place this weekend. I've invited all her friends from daycare—yes, I will have over a dozen three-year-olds and their parents in my house. I must be insane. Maïa, who is choosier about her friends, will have a smaller gathering of about 6 girls the following Saturday.

I must preface the rest of my story with an explanation of our families. Derek and I are blessed to be surrounded by parents, grandparents, siblings, aunts & uncles, and cousins, all wishing us well and all wanting to shower love—and many, many gifts— upon our children. We are gracious. Well, mostly we've been told we're not allowed to say no. It's a grandparent's (or aunt's or cousin's) right to spoil a child.

Keeping that in mind, I decided to kindly, but firmly, ask parents of our birthday party guests not to bring gifts. This, I knew, might be a little strange to some. I never realised how foreign it would be to a few. Here are some of the reactions I've gotten so far:

  • No gifts? Oh. Alright. Can I buy her some clothes, then?

  • I saw your note. Can I bring some food to the party to help you out?

  • I wish I would have thought of that before my kid had a birthday party!

  • Oh. I hadn't noticed the note. Really? Are you sure?


  • I'm hoping that no one will show up with a gift bag in hand. I just want to have a fun time with the kids and then send them on their merry way so that I can clean up and get ready for the next party.

    I'll keep you posted on how this experiment turns out.

    Wednesday, October 10, 2007

    Blah



    This is what we're getting for the foreseeable future. Break out the rubber boots and the slickers!

    Wednesday, October 03, 2007

    The back bone's connected to the... foot bone?

    Solanne was sitting in the bathroom, her clothes off, shivering and hunched over as she waited to get into the bath when she made a startling discovery. Her back was itchy, so she reached around to her spine and felt something knobly.

    "Wook Momma! I have ankles on my back!"

    Monday, October 01, 2007

    Green clean

    When I moved out on my own, I had a few cleaning products that were stand-bys: Fantastic, Windex, Ajax, and Swiffer dusters.

    It was Maïa's arrival into my life that made me conscious of the intense odours that came from these products (yes, even Swiffer smells!). We began to purge our home of these cleaning products, slowly. We kept the Fantastic and the others until we finished them up; we used them for the big spring cleaning jobs. For the rest, we found alternatives.

    We tried, for a while, to use those supposedly "green" alternative cleansers. One claimed that it was used to clean the feathers of birds who had been victims of oil spills. The smell was just as intense as any other cleaner. We tried different products available in our local health food store, but they all left us a little disappointed.

    My basic rule is this: if I have to call poison control because my child has ingested something, I will do my best not to use it in my home (some things I can't avoid, but I try to minimise their use).

    So what do we use? There are two mainstays in our house: white vinegar and baking soda. I can get most of the jobs done with them. And every once in a while, I'll offer cleaning tips on how to use them.

    This week's tip: cleaning a wet mattress or carpet or upholstery.

    Most parents have been faced with this task numerous times: cleaning spit-up, pee, and other spills from various porous surfaces, like mattresses, couches, and carpets. I used to use a paper towel to mop up the mess, a stain-remover to catch the colour, and a deodoriser to make everything smell just a little less pungent.

    Green approach: after picking up whatever chunks that may be present, liberally sprinkle baking soda on the spot. Let dry (it will become crusty). Vacuum it up. And voilà! You have a clean, stain-free and odour-free surface again.

    Bonus: it's much cheaper, and it takes less effort and less time.

    Thursday, September 27, 2007

    For the record

    This is the article that I wrote for Briarpatch, for those of you who didn't find it in stores.

    Naturally suspicious
    Recent change in regulations shines a light on the toxins in our toiletries


    Does the rise of the “naturals” industry represent a small step in the right direction, or merely a distraction from a much larger problem?

    On January 3 of this year, Environmental Defence released a surprising and troubling report entitled Toxic Nation on Parliament Hill. The report detailed how four prominent MPs were carrying around a significant toxic burden—the build-up of chemicals that accumulate in our blood and tissues over a lifetime. About six months earlier, Environmental Defence had invited MPs Jack Layton, Tony Clement, Rona Ambrose, and John Godfrey to have their blood tested to find out what environmental pollutants were coursing through their bodies.

    The toxic load carried by each of the MPs was startling. Tests found they all had higher-than-normal levels of pollutants in their bodies. All had higher-than-average levels of mercury in their blood. Ms. Ambrose, the then-Environment Minister, was found to have the highest arsenic levels of the group; Mr Godfrey, the Liberal environment critic, had the highest levels of organophosphate pesticides in his body.

    These findings surprised both the test subjects and the general public. Dr. Rick Smith, Executive Director of Environmental Defence, notes that people who live healthy lifestyles, eating right and exercising, are nevertheless exposed, daily, to dangerous and harmful chemicals. A growing number of Canadians are taking the toxic threat seriously, but most lack the information to make informed decisions about what products they put in and on their bodies.

    People are turning more and more to products that make them feel safe, particularly items that are free of the industrial chemicals found in conventional products. As a consequence, grocery and drug store shelves are increasingly stocked with products advertised as “natural”—though “natural,” in the hands of the cosmetic and agrifood industries, turns out to be an extremely malleable term. Unlike the term “organic,” which may only be stamped on items that have been certified by an accredited board, the term “natural” may be used on any product on the market: there are no governing bodies to regulate what is “natural” and what is not.

    Because the demand for natural and organic products has grown so rapidly, “naturals” have become an industry in their own right. Once upon a time, only small mom-and-pop operations that conjured up images of bead curtains and the scent of patchouli sold “natural” products. But the former niche market has hit the mainstream. Now, soccer moms are buying homeopathic remedies for their kids. According to Nutrition Business Journal, the natural personal care industry in the U.S. grew by 8.7 percent in 2003 and 11.3 percent in 2004. (This growth is particularly noteworthy when compared to the feeble 0.1 percent growth rate experienced by the top ten U.S. supermarket chains during 2003-2004.) Big-name stores are now jumping on the bandwagon, scrambling to meet the demand. Loblaws has launched the PC Organics brand, which now boasts a large and successful line of products. The Sobeys brand has gone one better and acquired the Québec-based Rachelle Bery health store chain, which markets “natural” products to high-end customers.

    But does this shift in the corporate winds presage a significant reduction in the toxins to which we're exposed? Not necessarily. Without government regulation, the cleansing of the personal care industry will remain merely cosmetic.

    First of all, it's important to remember that industrial and agricultural pollution account for a significant portion of our toxic exposure—something individual purchasing decisions can’t defend us from. Dr. Joseph Mercola, author of Total Health Program, has created a top ten list of the most prevalent toxins in our air, water, and food supply. Seven of the ten are chemical compounds emitted by industrial polluters. Unless individual consumer choices are accompanied by concerted pressure to strengthen the regulations governing polluters, the toxins we carry in our bodies will continue to accumulate in greater and greater concentrations.

    That said, the first place many people will exercise their newfound concern with toxic exposure is in their consumer choices—which remain an important lever in bringing about deeper transformations in our use of harmful chemicals. Consumers of “natural” products—be they personal care products or food items—are making choices based on the environment as well as their personal health. “Natural,” it is assumed, will deliver “healthy.”

    But there is no guarantee that a product that is labelled “natural” will, in fact, be composed exclusively of non-toxic ingredients. Because there are no regulatory bodies to ensure reliable standards, the only remedy is to read the labels carefully—and learn to recognize the multisyllabic monikers by which toxic substances are known.

    Currently, little testing has been done on the long-term dangers and toxicity of many of the substances found in our personal care products. What testing has been done can at least point us to a few substances that conscientious consumers may want to avoid.

    Phthalates are a group of chemical compounds that increase elasticity, specifically in hair care products. They’re also used to extend the scent release of perfumes and to disperse fragrances. When a product lists “parfum” or “fragrance” as an ingredient, it may contain phthalates. Studies have linked fetal exposure to phthalates to developmental damage, both in human and animal testing, and damage to the reproductive organs of adult animals. The European Union classifies phthalates as reproductive toxins, and prohibits them from use in cosmetics.

    Another group of chemicals ubiquitous in personal care products is the parabens group. Parabens are generally used as preservatives in personal care products. The most common parabens are methylparaben, ethylparaben, and propylparaben. Parabens are relatively cheap and widely used, especially in moisturizers, creams, and lotions. According to the Environmental Working Group, a U.S. non-profit organization of scientists, engineers, policy experts, and lawyers, parabens have been shown to disrupt endocrine (hormone) function, among other potential concerns. EWG indicates that there are significant data gaps in assessing the safety of parabens, with a dearth of basic toxicity studies.

    Dr. Philippa Darbre, whose research has pointed to a link between parabens and breast cancer, acknowledges that there is not enough research to definitively condemn many of the substances found in personal care products. The link between parabens and cancer is still tenuous, given that Darbre’s findings are recent and have not been followed up. That’s why she has called for further research into the paraben-cancer link, in the hopes of finding out more. However, she has found it extremely difficult to secure funding for such research despite her 20 years of experience in the oncology field. It was only thanks to friends and colleagues who rallied and gained her access to machinery and breast tissue that Dr. Darbre’s research was able to proceed. It would seem that as far as the personal care industry is concerned, chemicals are innocent until proven guilty—and proving them guilty is increasingly difficult when the studies can’t find funding.

    The reports of toxicity of such substances have been dismissed by the personal care industry as inconclusive. The Cosmetic, Toiletry, and Fragrance Association (CTFA) in the U.S. addressed the Darbre findings by stating that parabens “have been used in a wide variety of foods, drugs, and cosmetics and keep products safe. Parabens have a long history of use in these products,” and are thus assumed to be safe.

    Health Canada’s response so far has been tentative at best. The Food and Drug Act contains a mere paragraph on personal care or cosmetic products, most of which deals with standards of sanitation in the preparation of the products. There are no laws governing testing for long-term safety. Instead, Health Canada’s website recommends patch testing. Basically, what they want is for the consumer to buy the product and try it. If anything bad happens, like a rash, vomiting, or dizziness, the consumer is advised to stop using it.

    This approach does nothing, however, to determine the potential effects of long-term, low-level exposure to a toxin.

    Some small progress has recently been made, however. As of November 18, 2006, Health Canada has decreed that all cosmetics must carry labels listing the ingredients, much like the ingredients lists found on food products. Just as many individuals check labels for monosodium glutamate in their foods because they know they have an intolerance, now they may check the labels of their favourite personal care products to avoid potentially toxic substances.

    Now that the cosmetics industry must label each ingredient, it is much easier to find out what we’re putting on, and ultimately into, our bodies. What’s striking is that many potentially harmful ingredients can be found in a host of so-called natural care products—the very products health-conscious individuals buy to protect themselves.

    For example, the “naturals” cosmetic company Kiss My Face advertises itself as “obsessively natural” and sells its products in natural food stores. It offers a line of organics, some of which are clearly advertised as paraben-free. This very same company, however, has a children’s line of personal care products, Kiss Kids, that contains parabens; the labels indicate as much. Another company, Alba, whose tag line is “beautifully, healthfully, individually you,” can be found in natural health food stores and contains some organic ingredients. Yet Alba products contain both parabens and “botanical fragrance,” whose composition is not clearly spelled out. The Healing Garden’s products, marketed as organic, contain both parabens and “fragrance (parfum)”.

    Of course, if used sparingly and individually, these chemicals may very well be harmless in the short term. The real risk arises when these products are used in combination and over long periods of time. It is estimated that more than 25 percent of women in North America use at least 15 personal care products daily, and each of these products is designed to remain on the skin for long periods of time. Furthermore, we use personal care products over the course of our lifetime, from the time we are infants. The cumulative effect of long-term exposure to these chemical compounds and the interaction between them is still unknown.

    In the face of all this, the “naturals” industry remains divided. Some companies have made a commitment to make only paraben-free products. Others create some lines that are free of possible carcinogens and other toxins but continue to produce lines that contain potentially harmful substances. And yet other companies dismiss the fears and continue to advertise themselves as “natural” alternatives, all the while putting out products containing parabens and possibly phthalates under the guise of “fragrance.”

    And where do the health food stores fit into all this? They have, after all, staked their claim on the so-called healthy and natural products available on the market. Many consumers, concerned about their health and their toxic burden, turn to them in their search for healthy options. However, the problem remains that health food stores, like any others, stock their shelves with whatever their customers want to buy. If the “natural” tag or the flowery label sells the product, many stores will carry it.

    The manager of one small chain in Ottawa admits that her stock is first and foremost customer-driven; if enough customers ask for a product, she’ll stock it. She indicates, however, that she looks into the ingredients to make sure that the product is “clean” and appropriate for her store. Other owners and managers of health food stores act similarly, but nuance their approach. Michael Kalmanovitch, founder and owner of Earth's General Store in Edmonton, offers healthier alternatives to conventional products found in pharmacies. He also believes his role is to educate the consumer. He quickly points out, however, that in the world of personal care products, as in anything else, the rule is “buyer beware.”

    What this means is that for now and as always, consumers of these personal care products must be wary and wise, as they are left ultimately responsible for their own health. Health Canada will protect only from immediate harm since the long-term effects, until proven conclusively, will remain under its radar. And proving that something is harmful becomes increasingly difficult with university laboratories relying heavily on corporate funding for research. As for the “naturals” industry, the companies by and large obey the bottom line: if a product seems safe and customers continue to buy, the companies will continue to produce. No certification boards exist to affix a stamp of approval on “natural” products.

    So what is a health-conscious individual to do? Thanks to Health Canada’s new labelling rules, consumers can read the labels carefully to make sure their products are free of parabens and “fragrance,” and can conduct their own research using Environmental Working Group’s “Skin Deep” online database of cosmetic safety, www.cosmeticsdatabase.com. Armed with knowledge and keen eyesight, consumers now at least have the opportunity to read the labels and vote with their wallets.

    Without the intervention of some regulatory body, that’s about as good as it gets.


    Cristina is a mother and freelance editor/proofreader who works from her home in Montreal. She is an avid shampoo bottle reader.

    Monday, September 17, 2007

    Something happened while I was blinking

    Over the course of the summer, I have slowly come to terms with the fact that, indeed, this is it: we will not have any more little babies in our house. And I've become okay with the idea. I'm happy with our family, even though I will never again hold my own newborn child in my arms and smell her little head as I nuzzle her fuzzy head with my chin. But that's okay. Because I have my little girl, Maïa, and my baby, Solanne, to keep me more than content. Happy. Delighted, in fact.

    And today, as I walked home with Solanne, who was running ahead of me, I saw the little girl she has become. She doesn't toddle when she runs: she runs. And she's suddenly longer and leaner, and she's lost her toddler belly. Her little arm rolls have been replaced by lithe, muscular lines. And she has all these ideas, and she can express them surprisingly well. So she's not my baby anymore. She's my little girl. And I ask myself, when did that happen?

    Monday, September 10, 2007

    "out-of-shape and out-of-touch"

    According to the latest entertainment story coming out of the Associated Press, that's what I am.

    In a story reporting on Britney Spears' appearance at the MTV Video Music Awards, dated today, the woebegone starlet was criticised for her performance—and her appearance— on the awards show. She was described as both "out-of-shape" and "out-of-touch."

    Now I'm no fan of Britney's, but I take issue with the description: I wish I were so "out-of-shape." Seriously. Take a look at those abs and those thighs. And she's had two kids. I guess I'm out-of-touch, too, to think that a star should be allowed to have a "normal" body.

    The very media machine that used to worship her body has turned against her. Big surprise. And that's why, by the way, I won't be too keen on having my daughters get starry-eyed over those supposed representations of "girl power." It's lethal too all, no matter which side of the lens we find ourselves.

    Thursday, September 06, 2007

    My new favourite word

    Friggles.

    That's my new favourite word, coined by Maïa. It refers to those lovely lacey bits at the hem of dresses and other fancy clothes. Friggles. And no matter how many times I correct her, "Mai, it's frills," she keeps coming up with her friggles. I chuckle every time I think about it.

    Monday, September 03, 2007

    Carrot pants

    This is great way to get your kids to eat veggies: just grow them in various interesting shapes, like this carrot that came from Great Gramma's garden. If only we could get her to grow her yellow beans to look like shirts...

    Tuesday, August 28, 2007

    Milestone: First day of school

    The first day of school began without much trepidation, at least on Maïa's part. I, on the other hand, was still in shock at the fact that my little Maïa is off to school... Anyhow, that's my issue, not hers. She's been looking forward to going to school all summer.

    Now, I must qualify "first day of school," because really it was only an hour or so. Tomorrow is a fuller day (90 minutes in the morning, 90 minutes in the afternoon, with a 3-hour break in between... what am I supposed to do with her for three hours??). Then Thursday is the normal schedule. We'll put her on the bus next week.

    Here she is waving good-bye to Daddy and Solanne, who are up in the balcony.



    During our walk to school, Maïa and I sang silly songs, such as "Je fais pipi sur le gazon/ Pour embêter les coccinelles,/ Je fais pipi sur le gazon/ Pour embêter les papillons./ Pipi, gazon, papillons et coccinelles./ Pipi, gazon, coccinelles et papillons."

    When we got to her school, we went to the gym to mix with other nervous parents and oblivious children and to meet the new teachers. Maïa's new teacher, Pascale, gave Maïa a name tag and announced that she is part of La classe des papillons (the Butterfly class).



    This shot was taken in front of the school, after we left. As you can see, Maïa is very enthusiastic about going to school.

    Monday, August 27, 2007

    How I spent my summer vacation: A photo essay

    Our second annual pilgrimage to Eastern Ontario took place during the middle three weeks in August. Last year and this, Nana & Grampa have taken their holidays in August and taken to their sailboat. While they are gone, they need someone to look after the pool and to feed the cats. We have happily sacrificed ourselves, packing up the kids and a trunkful of stuff, and headed out to the countryside to spend our own summer holidays. It's a nice break from the city, and access to 12 acres of land as well as a pool (not to mention air conditioning, a screened-in porch, and cats to babysit the kids). Once again, we had a great time this year.

    Summer vacation should, in my opinion, be spent wearing a bathing suit. My girls were all over that idea.



    Waiting to get into the pool area.



    Daddy diving.



    But we did a lot more than just play in the water. For instance, Maïa worked on her math skills, as well as her digital clock numbers.



    Solanne figured out how to make an S: this is her first recognisable "Sol."



    Maïa likely caught whatever bug that got Solanne (see camping story below). This is her, feverish, sleeping.



    Maïa recovered rather quickly–just in time for Nana & Grampa's brief return. One of the special things that Nana does is make open faced sandwiches... with faces. Here's Maïa decorating...


    And here are her creations: Derek (on the left, with a beard) and me (right, with pickle cheeks).



    Maïa



    And Solanne (made by Solanne).



    During our stay, we were graced with a visit from Derek's uncle & aunt and two cousins. Mike and Rosemary live in Nova Scotia and visit family in Ontario every summer. They stayed with us for two days on their way back home. Paul and Chris, the cousins, had a lot of fun playing with our girls. Here's Chris enjoying ice cream with his little cousins.



    While the parents were away, we planned a party, complete with bbq and swimming! We had some friends from Ottawa over for the day. These are Maïa oldest buddies in the world, along with their sibblings; this pic was taken at the end of the day, just before everyone left, right after the Pyjama Parade.



    The cats and kittens that live on Nana & Grampa's property are a great source of entertainment for the kids. There have been a number of litters this year; the first two or three being in April. The latest batch, however, were born during our stay (one day Crimson was huge & pregnant, the next she was as skinny as ever and unbelievably friendly). Here is Maïa holding one of four of the youngest litter. This little black cat was about a week old in this photo.






    This kitten is one of the early litters; his name is Flower (he was named before we realised he was a boy). Flower is a semi-wild kitten; he likes being around people, but doesn't particularly like being touched by them. He did, however, like running after Solanne. I think he understood that she's a "kitten" too.



    This little guy is Ezra; he's the only remaining kitten of a mid-summer litter. He is easily the cutest kitten born there in the past few years. He's very friendly and unbelievably fluffy. I would almost take him home. I think he's Maïa's cat; he followed her almost everywhere when his mother brought him out of hiding.



    This is Maïa demonstrating how a mommy cat takes care of her kittens. The kids played a lot at pretending to be cats (when they weren't actually playing with the cats).


    And all too soon, it was time to leave. On our way home, Solanne was not terribly impressed with having to be in the car for an hour and a half, especially when squished. But she was a good enough sport.


    And Maïa fell asleep.

    Wednesday, August 22, 2007

    Milestone: Solo swinging

    Maïa has discovered the joys of swinging on her own. Within a few days of staying at Nana & Grampa's, where there is a swing set complete with a slide and monkey bars, she figured out how to pump her legs. Soon, she knew how to start swinging from being completely still. Now, she can go almost as high as she does when we give her a big push. It's great.

    Now, if only Solanne could just get on the swing without any help...

    Wednesday, August 08, 2007

    Camping: A photo essay

    We took the kids canoe camping to Lac La Peche in Gatineau Park. We left on Monday morning; the plan was to stay two nights.

    This is us, with our gear in the canoe.



    Me, showing off my paddling prowess.



    Lac La Peche



    Maïa decided to take it easy on the way in. She's awake here and snacking on a bagel.



    When we found our campsite (about an hour and a quarter canoe ride from the beach where we parked our car), we were excited to see the water lilies, and lily pads, too!



    Derek set up the tent while I entertained the troups (and took pictures).



    Derek showing off his handy work.



    The kids liked being in the tent.



    ...a lot.


    We then went for a swim (not pictured). The water was warm and clean. The kids really like floating around in their life jackets.

    Soon, it was time for supper. Derek wanted to cook the veggie dogs on our little stove; I said we should build a fire. It took a while.



    It made a lot of smoke.



    Derek was impatient and didn't think this would work. I threatened him with my fire stick.



    While we prepared our real supper, the kids prepared a meal of wood chips and dirt.



    Yum!



    When we were all done our supper (we very briefly toasted the dogs), the fire finally took. We sat around it and told stories.

    I recited Jillian Jiggs; Derek recited Where the Wild Things Are. Maïa told many stories involving princesses. Solanne told a story about fireworks named Solanne (they were pink) who turned into a little girl who went to daycare.


    DAY TWO

    The kids woke up at a record-breaking 8 am (latest ever on the books). After breakfast, we did a little exploring.






    Then we went on a canoe trip with a picnic lunch.



    Solanne fell asleep in the canoe.



    This is where we parked our canoe and had lunch.






    Solanne fell asleep, again, on the way back. We left her in the canoe to let her sleep. She seemed really tired.



    I knew something was up. And sure enough, when she woke up, she was burning up. We packed up camp in a hurry; Solanne fell asleep once more, this time sitting up at the picnic table. We put everything in our canoe and paddled back to the car and then drove home.

    Solanne is doing alright; we're keeping her temperature in check with meds. Despite the emergency return "home" (we're staying at Nana & Grampa's), we had a really nice trip.