The Scribbler lives!

So it’s been a hot minute since I’ve really updated my blog, minus a few random ramblings here and there and if I’m being honest, I really miss blogging! I’ve had a pretty crazy year so far and I have so much to fill everyone in on but I’m going to do it in bits and pieces because it’s going to take some time. Off the top of my head I can tell you I went to Europe, my kids are growing and doing all kinds of cool and funny shit, I went back on medication for my ADHD for the first time since I was like 17-18, I was diagnosed with a gross thing called Endometriosis, I mean this year has been something else!

The most important thing is I’m back and I renewed my domain with a new fresh name! I was going by The Super Scribbler under the domain because was unavailable back then. LOW AND BEHOLD! It’s available now, I snagged it, it’s miiiiine.

*Cuts Ribbon*

Welcome to the new and improved blog, hold onto your panties ya’ll, I’m back!

Embracing the blisters.

I didn’t want to wake up this morning… Fall is here and despite it being my favourite season of them all, the air was frigid and cold and I didn’t want to leave my warm bed. I had to take Braden to school and I laid there cursing his school for not letting him take the bus. It wasn’t fair that I had to walk to his school with three small children straggling on and behind me back and forth, back and forth, multiple times a day. I just wanted to lay in bed and be warm, get up when I wanted, drink a nice hot coffee, watch Netflix, and just be lazy.

Then for a split second, this little voice in my head that I have cleverly nicknamed “reason”, reminded me that there are millions of children out there who would walk MILES to get an education. In fact there are probably children in this cruel world who do walk miles to get their education. I felt ashamed of myself and my first world problems. I pulled my ass out of bed and walked that child to school because he is incredibly privileged to live in a Country where education is easily accessible and I have absolutely no right to abuse that privilege by complaining or making him skip school. I had blistered heels from my boots and I was panting like a dog by the time I got back, but that’s really a very small price to pay for your child to be given such a wonderful gift that so many other children in the world desperately crave. I will gladly take a few moments of laboured breathing and a blister on my heel, for my son to have an education.

Since 1999 the amount of children out of school has dropped from a staggering 106 million, to 60 million. But think about that, there are 60 million children out there being denied something we often take for granted, something so crucial, that should be a basic human right. Education.


Things I wish I had known about breastfeeding

It’s a no-brainer that nursing your baby is a fantastic option. Does breastfeeding make you a better Mom? No. Is it great for your baby? Yes. I knew the basics of breastfeeding before I started with my daughter. Nipple meets mouth. Pretty simple, right? Negative. Breastfeeding can be extremely challenging for some Moms and literally impossible for many as well. I learned that quickly when I was in the hospital after giving birth and my stubborn daughter (she gets it honestly) refused to latch. I wondered if my nipples were broken, if I was producing enough milk/colostrum, maybe they were clogged? Maybe I wasn’t holding her right, she isn’t a football after all. Among all these questions I was asking myself, was this little voice telling me to keep trying, a determined little voice that knew I chose this for a reason and I’d be damned if I walked out of there with a formula fed baby. After 12 hours, my starving little bundle finally latched on and began nursing. The emotions I didn’t know I was going to feel were overwhelming, relief washed over me as I tried to wrap my head around how my body could sustain this little life. Me, just plain old boring Kate. As if it wasn’t mind-blowing enough that I grew three humans in my body and gave birth to them, I was now about to exclusively breastfeed one for the first 6 months of her life.

Which brings me to the biggest thing I wish I had known. I had already established that I would nurse her for 6 months and not a month more. I’d give her a bottle and pump if I had to, but mostly I just wanted my body back after that point. Fast forward 6 months and this stubborn girl will not take a bottle. I try every nipple size, shape, colour, you can think of. I try spoon feeding her breastmilk, I try sippy cups, I try normal cups. But do you think that child was going to wean without a fight? Hell to the no. I kept telling myself eventually, if I was persistent enough, she would take a bottle. Fast forward a few more months and she is 10 months old and still nurses regularly. She doesn’t have much interest in food. She’s slowly learning to take a bottle but it’s been a real process. My point is, don’t go into nursing with a preconceived idea of how it’s going to start and finish. Every baby is different and a lot of them don’t magically self-wean. 

I’ve been struggling to maintain a social life where I can go out with my friends for more than a couple of hours because I have this tiny human at home waiting for the boob. She needs me. It’s more than food for her, it’s comfort. I love to be her comfort, but I also love my sanity. I’ve accepted that I might end up nursing her longer than I anticipated and it took me a long time to accept it, but that’s okay. I just wish I had known before so I wouldn’t have felt so… trapped, for lack of a better word. 

Another thing I discovered, is that nursing bras are not for everyone. I had one in the beginning along with cloth nursing pads (which were amazing, especially when you’re frugal like me). I always messed up the snaps on the bra and fumbled around and just generally had a rough time before I started using a sports bra. I could plop my boob out in like .5 seconds. Now that the engorged awkward stage is over, I can wear pretty much any bra I like and I have no issues. Same goes for nursing tops, I wore my regular tops, it’s just as easy to lift it up and tuck it into your bra as a nursing top is to pull down, plus regular shirts provide a nursing cover without the intention of it, it’s great. 

Lastly, I always thought I’d be really open about nursing, I thought I’d just pop my boob out and nurse her wherever and whenever I felt like it. I was wrong about that as well. I’ve actually only fed her in my home and at friend’s homes, never once in public. It’s not because I’m uncomfortable, it’s because I’m the kind of person that doesn’t like making other’s feel uncomfortable. Does that mean you shouldn’t nurse in public because you might hurt someone’s feelings? Definitely not. It just means that I made the personal choice not to, even after convincing myself I could and would. 

When you visit our home..

When you open up the door to our home, you’ll likely have to give a little extra shove to get it open. That’s because the doorway is a plethora of shoes for every season, just kicked off in a hurry as we got home. After being away all day or for the night, nothing feels better than coming home.

Once you step inside, if you look straight ahead there’s a wall with a painted picture on a slab of wood that says “Home Sweet Home” with a little red cottage on it, and a sweet home it truly is. To your left you’ll see a fairly vacant hallway, vacant aside from the little white and green potty that sits directly across from the bathroom. We’re potty training a toddler, so forgive us if it seems a little bit of an odd place for a potty. Down that hall you will also find three bedrooms. The boys’, The nursery, and ours. This is where we sleep, it is comfort epitomized. You may stumble upon the bathroom on your hallway travels as well. It’s very small, very cramped, but it’s ours. Home to countless bubble baths filled with shriekingly happy children, or exhausted Mom, or Dad, who just got in from a run.

If you backtrack down the hall you will find yourself in an open concept dining room and living room, with a kitchen barely separated. You might trip over a toy or two as you enter into our living space. Where countless hours are spent playing with toys, watching cartoons, playing video games, rocking babies, writing blogs, and laughing with one another. In the dining room you will probably trip over toys too! This is where we sit at the table and fill our bellies with the food that provides us energy for our days of play. In the kitchen, you will almost definitely see a counter absolutely riddled with empty coffee cups. You’d think that’s because we need the caffeine to cope with the chaos that is our life, but actually I think we just thoroughly enjoy a good cup of Coffee from Tim Horton’s. The sink is probably full of dishes because frankly, we’d rather spend time with each other, doing things that make us happy, then sit miserable over a sink washing dishes. Though eventually my husband will give in and do them about once a day. If you try make your way from the kitchen to the basement, I will stop you. That’s the point of no return. If you go down there, you may get lost and never find your way back!

If you visit us, and you tour our home. You might judge by the shoes barricading the door, or the potty in the hall, or the toys scattered carelessly around the house, or the coffee cups sprinkled about the kitchen. You might think we are lazy and don’t bother to tidy up after our children. But our home is lived in. We have three children and to them, to us, this is our nest, our sanctuary, and we adore it.

I’m a professional baby feeder.


In light of the never ending Mommy wars between formula feeding and breast feeding mommies, I decided to write a little entry shining some positive light on both options. I formula fed my two sons and I am exclusively breast feeding my daughter as we speak. So I am a self-proclaimed expert on both, hear me out! I have two amazing, healthy little boys who were formula fed. Braden is as smart as a whip and Chase certainly is not starving 😉 It’s safe to say the stuff people will try to force down your throat may not always be accurate. Then there’s Paisley, my first breastfed baby, she is growing beautifully and it’s so wonderful to know my body is sustaining her. It’s truly amazing. I can’t begin to tell you how tired I am of seeing women argue over this or try to force feed their beliefs onto other women. (pun absolutely intended)

So, without further rambling, ranting, and raving, here are some reasons you should try both!

Pros of formula feeding:

1. Convenience!
When you formula feed, you can conveniently hand off your little sprout to other family members if you like, during feeding times. Not only does this open up Mom’s free time, but it gives other people a chance to bond with the baby. That’s not to say that feeding the baby is the only method of bonding, but it certainly is a common one!

2. Freedom!
Preparing your babies formula gives you the option of leaving your baby in the care of a babysitter, spouse, friend, or relative, if you want or need to! Some women really value that freedom and if you’re that kind of woman, you should strongly consider formula feeding.

3. Feeding times are longer between!
We know that formula is a little more difficult for our little one’s to digest, but with that comes slower digestion, which means more time between feedings. That gives you the “me-time” you’ve been needing! Take that time to bath in peace and quiet, or grab something to eat. Lord knows it’s hard to find the time to do those simple tasks with a little one depending on you.

4. Diet!
Because your body is not sustaining the little sprout, you are able to eat/drink whatever you want! While health is important, some of us like to binge a little (or a lot!). When you formula feed, you have the freedom to eat or whatever you want without worrying about the affect it might have on your baby. This includes coffee, alcoholic beverages, or foods they may have an allergy to.

Perks of breastfeeding:

1. It’s FREE!
Who doesn’t love free stuff?! You can actually sustain an effing human being for free using your boobs! How wonderful is that? Formula can get pretty pricey and if you’re a scrooge like me, free is definitely the way to go.

2. Bonding
Just knowing that by some miracle your body is producing everything your little one needs to thrive and grow every day, is enough to blow your mind, isn’t it? It’s beautiful and that time you spend with your baby is beautiful too! Your baby will know your smell and the sound of your heart beating. There’s nothing more special than that!

3. Nursing burns calories!
Yep, forget fretting about your weight, nursing your baby will actually burn calories AND cause your uterus to contract and shrink. Getting back to your pre-pregnancy weight will be almost effortless!

4. Natural vitamins and antibodies!
Nursing your baby is not only good for your body, but it is very good for your baby too. Your body made this milk especially for your baby and it contains lots of vitamins and minerals that you may not be able to find in formula. Plus, in the beginning you produce colostrum, which is really great for baby as it contains antibodies that cannot be duplicated by a factory.

There you have it, there are perks to both options! Don’t let anyone try to dictate how you feed your baby, either choice is a great choice and your choice to make.

“I’m so sorry, that must be really hard.”

One of my biggest pet peeves has to be when people find out I am 23 and have three kids, then immediately following, I watch them scramble to scrape their judgmental jaw off the floor. I can’t even keep track of all the instances I have heard people say “Oh wow, that’s really rough.” or “I’m so sorry, that must be really hard.”… Let me get this straight, you are apologizing to me, for me having children? There was a time where having a big family was perfectly socially acceptable; sometime between then and now, it changed. I have been called crazy, stupid, and even white trash, for choosing to raise children over any other options I was given. Since when was being a parent a bad thing?

I made three beautiful little humans and I don’t regret a single one of them. People always ask me why I didn’t use protection after the first time (nevermind how absolutely rude that is) and I am always so confused as to why they would think I didn’t want multiple children. Our first may not have been planned, our second was a “if it happens it happens” baby, and our third was planned so precisely that I micro-managed our sex life. But I can say with 100% sincerity that I do not regret any of them and each of them were definitely wanted.

My kids are the best decision I ever made. You know how some people are good at shit like singing, painting, playing instruments, or sports? I am good at being a Mom. I am reeeeeally good at it. Despite the fact that people express absolute shock over me being a young Mom with three kids, I also get compliments in abundance on how wonderful, polite, and just all around great, my kids are. That’s because of my husband and I, WE DID THAT. I am 23 years old and I am raising three amazing little humans. Some day they will grow up and I will encourage them to make their own choices about their lives. If my daughter tells me she wants to be a Mom, she can be a Mom. If my sons tell me they want to be Dads, they can be Dads. If they don’t want kids, I’m not going to pressure them! They can have as many children as they and their future spouse desire because ultimately it’s not up to me or anyone else to dictate that. Big families can be wonderfully rewarding and I would love for them to experience that, but if that’s not what they want, I’m cool with that. Because it’s none of my business.

So if you’re that person, the one that feels sorry for young Moms or Dads with multiple children, please think before you say something stupid. Just stop and think to yourself, “You know, maybe lots of kids aren’t for me, but perhaps this parent loves their lifestyle”. Instead of making a backhanded compliment, straight up compliment them or say nothing at all. Because at the end of the day, maybe being a parent is just what that person is good at and they love the shit out of it.


Pregnancy and Delivery (Paisley)

Prepare yourself for a wall of text! Or just scroll past all this boring stuff and look at the pictures, whatever creams your twinkie. Okay, okay… Let me start from the beginning.. the beginning really feels like just yesterday honestly. After months and months of badgering my husband to have a third child, and him saying no way hosay, one day, he told me he was ready to try for another baby. It came just a month after his father passed away. For me it was bitter sweet to know I would finally get my third child, but they would never meet their Grandfather. They, being the baby, who at the time wasn’t even concieved. 😛

So, on November 26th, we started trying for a baby. On December 12th I was supposed to get my period, and I didn’t. So I sent Daniel to the drug store to get me a pregnancy test. I took it and saw a clear positive all up in my face and I was ecstatic. I ran out into the kitchen bouncing around yelling “It’s positive! I’m pregnant! Oh my god! Oh my GOD!!!”. He stood there looking like he wasn’t sure how to feel, though, if you know my husband, you know that’s a typical response for him. But inside he was happy, scared, but happy!

At around 10 weeks pregnant I had my first doctor’s appointment and they determined I was due on August 19th according to my LMP. That was fine by me, I could go on either side of that date and maybe have a Leo baby OR a Virgo baby. (I reeeeally was hoping it would be a Virgo like Daddy though.) I got all my bloodwork ordered and things were peachy besides the fact that my family doctor sucked donkey dink (you can read more about that in my past entries!) The first few months of my pregnancy were gruelling, absolutely fucking awful. I was sick every hour of every day, losing more and more weight as the weeks passed by. My skin made me look like a prepubescent 14 year old. I had more acne than you could shake a bar of soap at. In April I had my first ultrasound, I was nervous to find out baby’s gender but also very excited naturally. I was happy either way, boy, girl, whatever! But after having two boys, finding out this baby was a girl, was priceless. My jaw hit the floor and I was speechless. It was during this ultrasound that I was given a new due date, August 26th.

The sleepless nights were probably the hardest part of my whole pregnancy, my pelvis was giving me a lot of grief and the pain was excruciating. Much worse than it was with my second pregnancy. In addition to this, I was often faint because I had low platelets (which resulted in a few CBCs and other tests). Luckily no seizures this time, though! Despite being in the worst discomfort I have ever experienced, I still got dolled up when I could:


A week before my due date, I woke up having a lot of pains, but nothing too extreme. I had a bad feeling all day that I was going to go into labor, but I was in denial. So hours passed and though I was becoming increasingly more uncomfortable, I kept telling myself it was braxton hicks contractions. I was just going about my day, playing
Hearthstone, and chatting with my interwebs friends. My husband kept asking me throughout the day if he should leave work and I was like nope.. I got this. Eventually he got off work and we still just chilled out at home, by this point I was pretty sure I was in labor, but I was being stubborn and wouldn’t go to the hospital until I was 100% positive. Eventually I called my Mom and Dad to come wait at the house with us, because I wanted to be prepared when it came to the boys. While they were on their way, my labor hit hard and I knew I had to go, it was almost crippling, so as soon as they arrived we left. The motion of the vehicle relieved the pain somewhat and I was able to have nice calm conversations with my husband and Mom the whole drive in.

Once we arrived at the Hospital they took me right in and the nurse seemed skeptical about how calm I was. She couldn’t tell if I was really in labor but I assured her I was and asked for drugs. She asked me what I’d like and I told her fetinol and she said she wanted to check me first to ensure I was in labor. So I let her do an internal exam and she popped her head up from between my knees and informed me that I was 5.5cm dilated. We were all pretty surprised considering I was expecting to be maybe 1cm. So with that, the drugs were flowing, straight into my IV. I was on cloud 9 my whole labor and even opted out of the epidural. Around 8cm it hit me full force, I was screaming like a banshee but luckily I dilated very quickly. I hit 10cm after being at the hospital for only 3 hours and a bit. Once it was time to push, I was ready… actually, I wasn’t ready. While my body was screaming push, my pain tolerance was begging desperately for me to stop. I was screaming in agony like someone was murdering me, because at the time, that’s how it felt. But then almost magically, she was there! My beautiful baby girl. They handed her to me and I felt her against my skin for the first time, I cried. I was so captivated by her that I failed to realize she wasn’t crying, she was completely blue. The nurse swiftly came over and poked and prodded at her until in one bursting gasp, she took a breath and then cried! Music to my ears. Her skin flushed with pink and she was perfect.

I’ve exclusively breastfed her and since she was born we’ve only run into one or two issues while we were still in hospice, but since then she has been perfect! After she was born I had to stay on an IV for a little while longer because of my blood, again. Aside from that I was perfectly fine. Here she is when she was first born, note the thumb next to her head for size comparison:


Here she is with her two proud big brothers:

And here is Princess Paisley now:

She was born on August 19th, 2014 at 10:38PM. She weighed 7lbs 9oz and was 20 3/4 inches long!