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Thanks Thinx - A Review

***WARNING: TMI Graphic girly content ahead. NSF kids or guys who don't discuss menstruation with their ladies on the regular ***



When I learned that there was such a thing as period panties, I got excited. Let's just say that when I cruise the crimson sea, it's always high tide. The idea, then, of a leak-proof and comfy option for the likes of me was beyond appealing, since I hate the sensation of feeling as though I'm sloshing around in diapers.

There are apparently several brands of menstrual underwear out there on the market, but I decided to be swayed by the one that popped up on my social media with a savvy marketing campaign. Thinx is a New York-based women-founded company that helps girls and women in the developing world. Good idea and good deed, too? Sold. So I broke the bank and bought three pairs: two hip-hugger and a boy short. And I waited for them to arrive, and then for an opportunity to test them out.


Now that I've had a few (heavy) days to try the…
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On Viewing Limits

When it comes to sensitive themes in books or videos, Little L is a very easily-concerned and anxious child. She sees fictional characters getting ill or injured or separated from their parents, and she massively overreacts to these imaginary situations to the point of ugly tears. Basically, her empathy sensor is set to maximum at virtually all times.

With a kiddo like this, we have to be uber-careful about what she watches on her iPad or on TV. Thankfully, our lack of cable spares us not only from commercials, but also from programs with mature content or triggering themes. Mostly, Little L watches PlayKids or Sid the Science Kid videos on her iPad. We also have a few Miffy & Friends seasons on iTunes, and a Netflix subscription that gives us our Peppa Pig fix. Finally, whatever videos she'd like to watch, that can only be found on YouTube, we usually download via AwesomeTV so that she can watch it on her iPad without automatically gaining access to other videos.

Because...d…

And Just Like That...*Poof*

..she likes to be a princess.

When we visited Disneyland 1.5 years ago, calling Little L a princess would have resulted in violence. Today? She's all about frilly twirly skirts, tiaras, fairy tales and fancy shoes.

What. Just. Happened?!!?

Of course, she is now *begging* to go back to Disneyland. We haven't made promises but I have a feeling that a return trip is looming on our horizon. Understandable, really. Age 5 truly is the ideal age to be roaming the Magic Kingdom in search of Minnie Mouse and Cinderella. Mine was even enthralled by the generic high-school-aged princess she spotted at the school carnival. The picture doesn't do her excitement justice, but trust me, she was fairly entranced. Her favourite fairy tale du jour? Alice in Wonderland. Closely followed are Snow White, Cinderella, and Sleeping Beauty (aka Briar Rose). 

While I'm not some extremist feminist, I do have pretty clear boundaries on matters like consent, and frankly, Sleeping Beauty (and even …

Flying with a Big Little Kid

I was inspired by EastVanBaby's most recent account of their family trip to Mexico, and thought I'd share a few thoughts of my own on how we travel with Little L. We have taken her on over three dozen flights in the past 5 years; most of them were just interprovincial trips, although we did do a handful of flights to Hawaii and Palm Springs as well.

Let's just be honest here; traveling with children is no vacation. At least, not for most parents. You still have little people to take care of, and feed and dress and entertain. You have their schedules and routines to take into account. However, you've now removed all of the comforts of home; you must somehow keep everyone happy and healthy without having your usual things to rely on (like the Disney channel or Netflix) or the conveniences of knowing where everything is. Favourite toys? Couldn't pack all of them. Favourite foods? Turns out they don't sell them at the destination's grocery stores. Playgrounds? …

New Wheels: Preschooler Edition - S

Up until two weeks ago, Little L preferred her scooter (a Globber Three-Wheel My Free Scooter) to her bike because her bike was "too hard to pedal." We had bought her a Huffy Cinderella-themed one that came with fancy streamers on the handles and a carriage basket in the front. Super cute, and it matched her bike helmet. Unfortunately, since she didn't have the leg strength or coordination to pedal this bike, I was constantly having to bend down to guide her feet in the direction it should move. It sucked for my back and also for my girl; constant starts and stops made her biking experience less than enjoyable.

And so, the bike sat for months without any use. Thank God for garages.

Then, one day, while browsing through our junk mail, I happened to come across the Supercycle Kickstart bike ad in the Canadian Tire catalogue. I immediately did a Google investigation on the bike, only to discover that it was a CT exclusive item, meaning it had no Amazon reviews, and no other…

Size is Relative

Something fishy is afoot with clothing sizes. I mean, there has always been some inconsistency from brand to brand, store to store and style to style. However, here's what I have noticed:

When I was an eating-disordered teenager, I recall weighing in at a trim 107 pounds, which is pretty thin for my build. I mean, I was straight up fainting some days. By then, I had almost (if not already) reached my adult height of 5'2", give or take an inch. Anyway, despite being skinny enough to be told I was looking unhealthy (and actually being unhealthy), I recall shopping at Bootlegger and Ricki's -the "cool" stores - and still needing a size 8/10, or a 28" jean (which was considered size 10 at the time). I honestly don't think I wore anything smaller than a 6. Keep in mind that as an adolescent who had just shed her baby weight (and then some), I didn't have a lot of muscle tone. I was just skin and bones, but I consistently fit sizes 6-10. I was a soli…

A Vision to Behold

We recently took the little miss to the developmental optometrist (Dr. Randhawa) because a) this optometrist is amazing with little kids, and b) she is well-versed in vision therapy and visual processing issues. While I'm fairly certain that Little L had no need for vision therapy, I did want her to see someone who knew how to look for these kinds of things.

Up until this point, Little L had only seen one other optometrist, and for a mere 10 minutes. She was quite young back then, and had neither the patience nor the desire to sit through even the most cursory eye exam. This time, however, our visit was prompted by my kiddo, who must have been reading some books about getting glasses on her Epic Books or PlayKids Stories subscriptions.

Anyway, I've never seen someone so excited to go in for an eye exam. It was unreal. Little L *skipped* into the corner office, and tried her very best to be patient (which is a huge feat if you know how she normally is) while she waited for her …