In Our House It’s All About The Blue Jays #OurMoment

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Dad did the Jays win last night?

Did Joshie hit a home run?

Did Pillar make a crazy catch??

Can we go to another game?

These are all daily questions in our house. From April until October, the Toronto Blue Jays take over the chatter in our family and it was a perfect storm of events that got us to that point.

First, our boys are of the age where baseball becomes fun and interesting. Harry (6) went to his first game two years ago and has been hooked ever since.

Charlie (3) just wants to do and like what his big brother likes, so it was easy for him to become a Junior Jay.

They play in the backyard. Harry has entered the world of organized teeball and baseball. Their Nana has been doing her best to promote her Jays fandom for years. It was bound to stick at some point.

Second, we moved back to Toronto in 2014. That meant hearing about the Jays in the news more. That meant actually being able to go to the games. That meant getting caught up in the hype very easily.

Third, that hype. The Jays are good. They are really good. That makes everyone excited to the point where we watch almost every game on TV now. I certainly did not do that a few years ago. Forget House of Cards, my wife and I end up watching Buck and Pat.

Off to the old ball game. #ourmoment #torontobluejays #hopewedontmelt

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So you combine seeing the game through the eyes of your kids, being close to the action and the team challenging for a World Series and that is how it all went down.

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Thank You Howard

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There are so many variables that go into the makeup of who your kid becomes. As much as you try to control the narrative, manipulate¬†each path taken and add your two cents to each decision, there are aspects you just can’t control.

One such variable that shapes a kid and sets them on a path is where they start school. I am not talking daycare or preschool or babysitting, I am talking full day, school. Where your kid starts going to school can have a huge impact on their love of school, how they learn, how they develop and who they become. It is the starting point for who their friends are, what types of teachers they like/dislike, the start of real stress and worry and really, the start of them becoming an individual person.

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Mr. Freezie Or Not?


Welcome to the summer of 2016 everybody. Turn up the Drake, turn on the AC and let’s get the party started.

Summer means running in sprinklers, backyard BBQ, later nights and of course enjoying an ice-cold freezie. Those frozen bags of joy that so many kids get all over the place.

Our boys were introduced to freezies a few years ago and it went two different ways. Our oldest, Harry, who can be picky to be polite, only likes one flavour.

Charlie, our youngest, he loves it all. He loves sucking the bag clean of all sugary juice.

As you can guess, between the two of them, Charlie is the easy one.

The flavour that Harry will only eat? Not orange. Not red. Not even blue. Nope he will only eat the white ones. Maybe the most rare of the flavours. It is the kind that is always gone when looking in the freezer. It’s the kind school does not have when it is time for a cold treat. It is the kind that will continue to cause disappointment and sadness in our house when it’s all gone.

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Yesterday I even picked up some real popsicles, the rocket kind, and Harry still would not bite. White freezie please.

They all pretty much taste the same right? Harry won’t budge on even trying a new kind. I don’t get it.

The positive side I guess is there are way more popsicles for me. But it would be nice to not have that sad face when there is a freezer full of goodness. Just not white.

My optimism does remain high for our picky friend. He used to hate slush. Yes he would not go within a mile of a slush it seemed. He would scream and run at the idea of trying one.

Then he did. Then he loved them. Now we can’t walk by a Tim Hortons without him asking for one of those frozen lemonades.

So there is hope for a freezie that is not white right?

Brother vs. Brother: Dawn Of Justice


Not Fair!

I never got one.

Why did he get one and I didn’t?

Hey I never got to go first yet?

Your breakfast smells.

That’s’ my book.

Do these phrases sound familiar parents?

In our house these and more are yelled out daily and in varying degrees of anger, sadness and bitterness.

It’s just part of the war of words in the great battle of siblings and in our case, brothers.

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