My Everyday Carry (Or: The Mom EDC)


This is going to be a little bit of a different post. A lot of people are sharing (on Reddit, YouTube, and various other places) what they have in their EDC or “Every Day Carry.” Essentially, your EDC is the collection of things that you carry every day. It can be as simple as your wallet, phone and sunglasses, as tricked out as a diaper bag with things for three kids of different ages, or as serious as survival items. Your EDC is largely dependent on your needs and those of your family, as well as the bag and/or pockets that you generally have on you.

Now, a lot of the videos you’ll see on EDCs have grizzled dudes emptying their pockets of all sorts of things of alleged use to people who can go to the grocery store without one child “needing” band-aid for the scab they just re-discovered just as the other one sneezes and gets snot all over their coat sleeve. Sorry, guys, but I just can’t help but laugh at the idea of leaving the house with nothing but my phone, wallet, a way-too-complicated flashlight, and some sort of weapon (wait, did I just say “weapon?” Yes, I did. Maybe it’s an American thing?) I may be long past the diaper bag stage (my kids are 8 and 9 at the time of writing), but there is just no conceivable way I’m leaving the house without most of the items on this list. Heck, even before becoming a mom I carried more than what most guys’ pockets can carry just in hygiene items.

So here we go. This is the Mom (of school-aged kids) EDC:


1. Wallet and Keys

2. Phone
Mostly used to entertain children with games when they get bored.

3. Sketchbook and pencils
Allegedly to sketch in when I have a moment (lol). Mostly used as the item the other kid uses to entertain themselves when they’re bored and waiting for their turn with the phone. I like to get a set of three Moleskine Journals (affil) for this purpose. They’re durable, not terribly expensive, and if I actually do get the chance to draw in them myself they lie nice and flat for that purpose.

4. Crayons
ABSOLUTELY NOT TO BE USED IN THE SKETCHBOOK. OK, use them in the sketchbook, fine, whatever it takes.

5. Pens of various types
Mainly used when I forget to sign the kids’ agendas and realize suddenly while pulling up to the school drop-off line.

6. Tissues or wet wipes
I wish I were one of those moms who carried cute little packages of Kleenex and handy packages of wipes, but who am I kidding? The fact that I remember to keep this ugly sandwich bag full of tissues in here is a damn miracle. Mostly used in desperate attempts to mop up drink spills in the back seat.

7. Hair brush & hair ties
Because it’s windy here. And because my daughter often forgets to put hers in her dance bag.

8. Sunglasses
For when I’m on the case and need to drop a one-liner.

9. One-size-fits-all gloves
The notorious “Magic Gloves.” I don’t know how many winter mornings I spent desperately combing the floor of the vehicle in hopes of finding a pair of these because someone forgot to bring their OWN gloves to school, but eventually I got wise and started carrying a pair in my bag. During the summer these will probably get switched out for an extra pair of socks, for those rainy days when we spontaneously go to an indoor playground and one of the kids is wearing sandals.

10. Snacks
My kids are growing. Need I say more?

11. Caffeine sources (affil: Starbucks Via Ready Brew Coffee )
I HAVE kids. Need I say more?

12. Change and transit tickets
Because they get thrown in here and forgotten about until that rare time when the first of the month sneaks up on my husband and he hasn’t bought his monthly transit pass yet, or when we want to be able to drink wine on a date.

13. Hygiene items
Because sometimes hygiene emergencies happen. (Bonus tip: Deodorant is awesome for preventing blisters. Just swipe it wherever those cute new shoes are rubbing.)

14. Rescue inhaler
For my asthma. I can’t believe I’m back to carrying this thing around! One of the only things that sucks about being in my 30’s, the return of my childhood asthma.

15. Contact lens case with saline solution
Have I mentioned it’s windy here? Dust gets kicked up and thrown in my eyes by the wind on a fairly regular basis. This is the solution.

16. “The Pharmacy”
I always used to tease my sister-in-law for having “the whole pharmacy” in her bag (I’m pretty sure she’s the queen of the EDC, by the way, even though she doesn’t call it that). Well, I don’t know what it is, but this past year or so has been TERRIBLE for my seasonal allergies. When it’s not a runny nose and asthma attacks it’s Ocular Migraines (which make it impossible to drive). Add to that the fact that I’m working out more again and being sore makes me grumpy these days, and that we’ve had a few sudden onset stomach emergencies while on the road…Well, anyways, I understand now and I’m sorry I ever doubted the need!

I actually was keeping most of what’s in this little “pharmacy” bag in my vehicle in the winter. Now that it’s warming up, though, the inside of the vehicle is just going to be too hot to store most of the pain killers and allergy meds. This weekend I got organized and put it all in a makeup bag I wasn’t using, so it can live in my bag through the warmer days and go back in the vehicle for cooler months. I’ve also thrown in some Band-Aids (another must-have when you have kids, and a good-to-have if you’re just clumsy like me), an emergency sewing kit (which has safety pins, needles, thread, and transparent buttons, as well as a mirror on the inside wall of the case), a sunscreen stick (SPF 50…what you need when you’ve got a family full of blondes and a redhead), hand lotion, and chapstick.

Well, there you have it! That’s my EDC. Excessive? Not for me. There is almost nothing in there I don’t need on a weekly basis (some of the hygiene items are monthly, of course), and very little I don’t have some use for on a daily basis. It’s definitely much lighter than the diaper bag I once needed (SO glad I don’t have to carry one of those anymore).

You’ll notice that there isn’t really anything by way of makeup in there. If I’m feeling fancy I might throw some lip stuff and a touch-up stick in my bag, but honestly, I usually don’t wear makeup. It’s expensive, time consuming, and my skin doesn’t like it (no, not even whatever you’re selling…believe me, I’ve tried it all at various times in my life and it all makes me break out). Probably most women have far more in that department, though.

So, spill! What’s in your EDC?


How Dogs and Babies are (VERY) Different

I shouldn’t have to write this post. But I’m gonna. Because if I had a nickel for every time I’ve heard someone say “my dog is my baby,” “having a dog is like having a baby,” or something similar, I would…well, I wouldn’t be rich, because a nickel isn’t worth much, but my eight year old would think I’m rich, so that would be pretty cool.

I’m a mom of two and I am a pet guardian, and I have a little secret for you: Having a baby is not the same as having a pet! Does that mean that the relationship between pet and guardian is not important? No, it absolutely does not. But there are some pretty major differences.


Top: Baby   Bottom: Dog   They’re not the same, and they don’t have to be.

How Dogs and Babies are Different

1. Most dogs don’t like to be carried. Most babies don’t like to NOT be carried.
If you think that difference doesn’t matter, try carrying around a five pound bag of flour for eight hours. Now picture it weighing twice or three times as much and screaming every time you tried to put it down.

2. Most dogs can be left at home alone for a few hours at a time once they’re crate trained and/or house trained. Babies can’t be left alone in the house for any amount of time.
If you can’t see why THAT difference would matter…well, never you mind, dear.

3. A dog will lie at your feet for hours while you write. An infant/child won’t let you work for hours until they’re at least 7 and only if there’s another parent at home for you to repeatedly tell them to go ask instead of you, even when you just had this SAME conversation five minutes ag– y’know, come to think of it, I’m not sure WHEN as a parent you’ll be able to go that long without interruptions.

4. A dog is a big commitment. You’ll probably have them for 9-14 years before they cross the rainbow bridge and you grieve them terribly. A baby is a big commitment. You never stop being that child’s parent, even when you’re dead, because they carry how you parented (or didn’t) with them until their own deaths, at which point they may have already passed on some of those burdens to their children, if they had them.

5. A dog will play fetch with you. It is not recommended you play fetch with an infant. For one thing, they can’t walk. For another, the neighbour thinks it’s weird when you treat your child like a dog. Until about the age of four, anyways, when they start pretending to be puppies. Then it’s cute. And the neighbour still thinks it’s a little weird.

6. When your dog (who is now house trained, long before a baby will be potty trained, I might add) consistently isn’t sleeping through the night you get them vet checked and work on maybe training some more.
When your baby isn’t sleeping through the night, you try to tell yourself they won’t be this little for that long, as you walk the floor until you wear a hole in the carpet, you feed them again, you call your mom/aunt/grandma/friend for support and (if they’re not that sensitive) get an earful about how their kids slept through the night by your baby’s age and all they did was that thing you already tried, so you agonize about whether you’re feeding them properly, whether they’re going to die because you’re obviously an unfit parent, you cry into their sleeper because you’re going on 36hrs without more than an hour of sleep before they’re up crying again and you’re certain that you’ve ALREADY MESSED THIS CHILD UP FOR LIFE AND EVERYONE WILL SAY WHAT A BAD PARENT YOU ARE AND YOU’LL HAVE TO LIVE WITH THAT UNTIL YOU DIE.


7. A dog is already eating solids by the time you get them home, and probably won’t wait until you make choo-choo and airplane noises to be convinced to eat (though you may have to hand-feed them sometimes or add something smelly like tripe to convince the reluctant ones). A baby won’t eat solids until they’re approximately six months old, and won’t do it until you’ve made choo-choo and airplane noises, stood on your head, spun around six times mid-air, begged, cajoled, and begun to wonder whether you’ll be up for a Lifetime Achievement Award at the next Academy Awards, because you’re pretty sure you’ve given the performance of a lifetime right here in your puree-spattered kitchen. Still, you go to bed some time after that with the words of your doctor, the Public Health Nurse, your mom, and that parenting expert on TV telling you that your kid probably isn’t getting the right nutritional balance and you’re failing at that just like you did with their sleep patterns.

8. Dogs are not people, babies are.

I don’t deny that there are definitely some things about being a parent and a dog guardian that are similar. It’s a big decision and you’re responsible for this being. Dogs and children both need checkups and vaccines, they both need to be fed, they both will require love and dedication that you didn’t even know you were capable of giving. But there are some pretty serious limits to that that I’ve only grazed the surface of here. The fact is, however you look at it, that there is absolutely NO reason why the relationships of parent-to-child and guardian-to-pet have to be identical in nature in order for them them to both be valuable. And that’s OK.

First Days

This year my kids are both in school. How did we get here so quickly? Here are a couple little slideshows of their first days of school. They started on different days because my daughter’s Kindergarten staggers entry for the first couple days of school (half the class one day, the other half of the class the second, so that it’s not too chaotic when everyone meets the new routine for the first time), but that was nice in its own way, because each of them got a “first day” all of their own.

So here it is, first day #1

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And first day #2!

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Take Time

Take Time for Rainbows

Forget that the day was hectic and you never got the cleaning done you needed to do, forget that it’s already past the kids’ bedtime and you’ve decided you have to skip their bath…when there’s a rainbow, and especially one amazing as this, you drop everything, call the kids down (half-into their pj’s) and take the time to just enjoy it. And hey, even if all you got was a cellphone snap of it, your kids will always remember how you took the time to enjoy these blessed moments.

Click the  photo for a video from SciShow on how these amazing double rainbows are formed! (my inner geek LOVED this video…so watch it even if you know the science)

My Imperfect Parenting (and a freebie)

This past year or so has been an incredible time of growth and of challenges for us as a family.  Of course, that’s life, right? Well, it is…and not just MY life. The whole family feels it when even one member has been stressed, and I’ve been known to add to that phenomenon. See, when things have been wild and I’ve been stressed, I tend to resort more to the reactive, “yelling progressively louder” parenting method, instead of stepping back and responding to all those challenges the kids inevitably throw my way.

That’s why I found myself at the computer a few weeks ago, guilty and tearful over a hard week that I hadn’t handled well, looking for some way to make it up to the kids. But as I browsed the website of our local Science Centre, I began to see my pattern of reactive parenting spiralling out into guilty-reactive parenting, and from there  into indulgent-guilty-reactive parenting.  I realized I couldn’t make this a habit, buying my kids’ forgiveness…but we did NEED that day out to make some happy memories in the midst of the madness of everyday living. Not to mention that my kids needed some better motivation than fear of Mommy’s yelling.

So, I decided to hop on the sticker chart bandwagon. But I didn’t tell myself they would be sticker charts (that’s way too cliché!), they were to be TICKETS TO FUN. Tickets the kids would earn and “pay for” with good behaviour and that would get them into the Science Centre (which I had already begun talking-up) or into other cool, fun places. Tickets that would only have SEVEN places on them for stickers because I just can’t keep it up for as long as it takes to fill a chart with more!

I sat at my computer, opened Microsoft Publisher, and the Ticket to Fun was born. [dramatic fanfare]

Well, they’re not exactly a masterpiece, but I think they turned out alright. As it happens, the kids were SUPER excited about them, and we WERE able to go to the Science Centre the following weekend (good thing…I’m not sure what I would have done with the Dome Show tickets I’d already bought if things had gone otherwise).

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DISCLAIMER: I’m not a perfect parent by any stretch of the imagination.

I know that probably doesn’t come as a surprise and I wouldn’t want it to, because I want to share that I am HUMAN…and if you’re a parent, struggling each day to know whether you’re doing the right thing for your kids, knowing that you’ve messed up again and again, you are not alone. We’re all in this together.

So even though they come with stories of my own parenting mishaps, I’m happy to share these not-at-all-sticker-charts-THEY’RE-TICKETS-I-swear-not-sticker-charts with you.  Please download them, share them, use them. Have fun! Be together as a family, set goals, and don’t worry about your past mistakes. Look ahead and love on.