I’ve moved!

20 10 2011

I finally did something I’ve been planning to do for ages. I got my own domain! Which means, yes, I’m self-hosted and not writing over here anymore.

I’d love it if you’d visit me at www.melanygallant.com and tell me what you think of my new blogging digs. Oh and the new feed is available here.


Six Word Fridays: move

9 09 2011

Nike’s motto – Just Do It. Hrmm…

Some days…it’s not so easy.

Other days – I’m an exercising ninja.

Ki-ai!  Well, okay, not really true…

What I mean is, I move.

Sweat away my stress, my demons.

Working on my fitness – doing it!

Feeling better for it. Happier too.

Six Word Fridays-move

It’s Six Word Fridays again. What gets you moving and motivated?

For motivation of the literary kind, head on over to Melissa’s blog and grab yourself some Six Word Friday goodness.

Strange confession

30 08 2011

Here’s a strange confession. I’ve recently discovered that I love sniffing playdough. Weird, right? Let me explain.

For DD’s birthday her Nanny gave her some art supplies. Part of that art booty was some playdough. Not the homemade kind, the Hasbro kind. Which means it came scented. Like vanilla.

When we opened the playdough up, the scent literally overwhelmed me and I couldn’t resist sniffing it. Right away, it took me back to when I was little.

I guess that’s why ever since then I can’t stop sniffing it?

All I know is when DD says she wants ‘playdough’ I get a little giddy inside.

Here are some photos of our recent playdough fun. For your sake and mine, there are no ‘sniffing’ photos in the bunch. 😉


DD shaping her creation...


Some help from Dad...


I think it's a taco.


A massacred Angry Bird?

I found this recipe for making homemade playdough but haven’t tried to do it myself. Have you made homemade playdough before?

Let it ride

24 08 2011

When it comes to parenting, there is no balance. The simple fact is you juggle, and some things slip.

In the early months of DD’s life, it was sleep, daily showers and housework (never the laundry though. I was always doing laundry).

Later on it was time with friends, time to myself that got squeezed out. Making plans can seem a gargantuan effort when your friends’ schedules don’t mesh with your baby/toddler’s nap. And if they have their own children, it can be weeks, sometimes months before you can find a time that works.

And all those things I used to do, like workout whenever, read a book, and bake – well they end up being early morning or late at night activities. I do not thrive in the early morning and I don’t know about you but I’m tired at the end of a long workday.

The one thing about being a parent is you prioritize. While I love DD and I put her first before a lot of things, I realize that for both my own sanity and well-being (and thus hers), I need to prioritize my interests, my friendships.

I don’t see this as selfish, I see it as smart. Because I want to set a good example.

I want to show my daughter that I am more than just her ‘mommy’. I’m a full person in my own right with interests beyond motherhood. Because I want DD to know that she too has that right.

So frankly, if you come to my house you’ll see that sometimes the dishes aren’t done. The mail may not have been filed and that yes, at a higher frequency than I care to admit, dinner is takeout BBQ chicken and wedge fries from Loblaws (served with fresh veggies and dip!).

Instead, I’m spending time with my family and creating time for myself. Colouring with DD, hanging with DH, maybe blogging or working on my fitness.

If you’ve timed it right, your visit may coincide with homemade chocolate chip cookies warm from the oven. 🙂

I’m doing stuff for me. Everything else? I just let it ride.

Air Swing - Foire des Tuileries

Photo via Tavallai on Flickr.

Favourite place to be

16 08 2011

This is DD’s favourite place to be. At the park, yes. But more specifically, in a swing.

As I push her back and forth, she closes her eyes and let’s the breeze caress her face.

Back and forth. Back and forth – a light smile on her face.

While I am the agent of physics moving DD through the air, I’ve come to realize I’m not really a part of the moment.

This is DD’s quiet time.

Her meditation. Her favourite place to be.

What is your favourite place to be? In all honesty, my first response is anywhere I’m with my family. But if it’s a favourite place just for me, I’d say curled up on my couch with a glass of wine and a good book. 🙂

I just can’t get enough…words

3 08 2011

I’ve got a big old case of writer’s block. Not exactly exciting news to share but there it is. The truth.

To be honest, I know the reason. I haven’t been focusing on blogging these past few months. Somehow I’ve let life get in the way of getting words down on the page screen. Doh.

A blogging best practice is to plan your posts. Create an editorial calendar and build up a pool of literary wonder that you can share at the click of a button. Well I’ve got lots of article ideas but no inspiration. The result is half-finished posts that aren’t going anywhere.

Before you think I’m complaining or worse, a lazy blogger, let me first say that I know you need to put the time in and I haven’t been that dedicated lately. Life is supposed to slow down in the summer but for me it feels like it’s sped up. Seriously, I think this is the busiest summer I’ve had since the summer I got married.

So I’m taking my queues from Christine and Brie who in their session at the Social Capital Conference on ‘the art of writing’ said to just write. Write and write and write until you find the words. Wish me luck.

How do you combat writer’s block? What are your sources of “word-spiration”?

Photo credit to The Fulltime Domestic Goddess.

Wordless Wednesday: Summer Vacation

27 07 2011

These two photos were taken this afternoon by our neighbour
in her beautiful garden.



As luck would have it

8 06 2011

Last Saturday did not go according to plan. It was supposed to go like this:

  • Saturday morning: walk with DD to the park then playdate with playgroup friends
  • Saturday afternoon: run errands, respond to #SixWordFriday posts
  • Saturday night: dinner out with moms from aforementioned playgroup

Instead, Saturday involved a random call from our neighbour as DD and I head to the park. The neighbour informing me DH has had a terrible disagreement with the trailer while trying to hitch it to the car. He is on his way to the hospital because his hand is badly injured. Okay. What?!?

Turns out, DH severed the tendons in his left middle finger. That’s as detailed as I’ll get. He had surgery, is in a cast, and has about 4-6 months of recovery ahead of him.

The good news

DH still has all of his digits, and after his surgery Sunday night, they seem to all be in working order. Hooray!

Our neighbours are awesome. During this emergency, one neighbour family called me while another neighbour family took DH to the hospital.

These same neighbours watched over DD while  I rushed to the hospital and my Dad made his way over to look after her.

On Sunday, one of the neighbour families looked after DD while I took DH to his surgery and waited to take him home. The other neighbour family offered to help DH take care of DD while I’m on a business trip next week. (So nice, right?)

Both sets of neighbours have offered to help in any way we need as DH recovers. So have our friends and family. We are really lucky to have such great people in our life.

Not only that, my Twitter peeps offered words of encouragement and distracted me with funny anecdotes while I waited in Emergency for DH to get stitched up. 🙂


What’s awesome is that with my parents in town they can help DH out because, yes, I have another business trip at the end of the month. (We already tested DH changing DD’s diaper one-handed…ya…not too effective).

So as luck would have it, we have some pretty great neighbours who provided support when we needed it. That support has been further extended by friends and family (near and far) who also jumped in to help.

All we can say is wow. And thank you.

The trailer hitch won

The trailer hitch won

Getting better before it gets worse

18 05 2011

After a two-year hiatus I am back reading the Southern Vampire Mysteries aka Sookie Stackhouse novels that True Blood is based on. This time however, I’m reading them as e-books.

I wanted to test out reading off of my iPhone and boy was I disappointed to find the Sookie Stackhouse books aren’t available through Apple’s iBook app. (If I’m wrong – please correct me but I searched the iBook library high and low).

Last week I downloaded the Kobo iPhone app. After a rough start with the first book not downloading right away as it should, I was able to begin reading Dead and Gone, the ninth book in the series.

I thought reading off my iPhone would be hard – I figured the small text and small screen would not make it enjoyable.

Turns out it was hard to read…but not for the reason I thought.

While I had a niggling feeling for a while that I needed to get my eyes checked, reading off my iPhone made me realize there is something seriously wonky with my eyesight.

Glasses on: words on iPhone screen swim and eyes hurt from effort.

Glasses off: words no longer do synchronized dance routine and eyes can read just fine.

Quick visit to the optometrist revealed my eye sight has improved since the last time I had my eyes checked (two years ago à la Sookie reading).


As in my  eyes don’t need such strong lenses to see the world.

That’s why reading off my iPhone was so hard. Ha!

The bad news?

My optometrist told me that sometimes – as people age – their eye sight improves, but it’s an indicator they will eventually need bifocals.

So my eye sight is getting better before it gets worse. Where’s the justice?

p.s.: @hotelqueen told me on Twitter that her eye sight improved after each pregnancy and that I should just have another baby. 😉

Dream machine

19 04 2011

The other night I dreamed I was driving a red Lamborghini somewhere in Gatineau. At night. In the rain. And it wasn’t my Lamborghini.

Oh no – of course not. It belonged to someone I worked with (whatevs…I don’t know anyone in real life who owns one of these dream machines.)

Oh but I handled it like butter. Shifting gears flawlessly and zooming away into the night. Hrmm…

I wonder what it all meant.

My dream machine...it would seem!