Jill Amery is the publisher of Urban Mommies Media and was born and bred on the East Coast of Canada. Jill recently visited Halifax, Nova Scotia and takes us on a video journey around the Historic Properties (aka Privateer’s Wharf) to see all the sights and sounds of a busy East Coast city, and learn a little Canadian history as well!
Are you looking for a local experience that is educational without being boring? City On Edge is the latest exhibition at Museum of Vancouver, showcasing 100 years of protest history in Vancouver. It is based on the book of the same name, which was published by Greystone Books, and was written by by retired Vancouver Sun research librarian Kate Bird. Ms. Bird co-curated it with MOV’s curator Viviane Gosselin.
Packing when you are carrying on can be a challenge – particularly when you consider the limitations on liquids in your carry-on. It can be hard to decide what to prioritize from your beauty routine. The good news is, thanks to these products from LUSH, you don’t have to sacrifice looking or feeling good while you’re travelling abroad.
I’ve recently decided to get back in the swing of things at the gym and to pull that off, I needed a new fitness wardrobe. I deserved one. That’s what I told myself as I walked into Lolë at Tsawwassen Mills. I have been sorely in need of motivation and I always feel better when I look better. I found so many things that I fell in love with in the store to get me set to sweat.
You know when you grab your phone to scroll through Facebook while eating the last few bites of your child’s cheese string, and somehow the selfie camera is activated, and you’re like “who is this tired beast who has given up on herself?” We know the feeling too.
As Moms we do our very best to make sure our families are happy, healthy and not on hour 10 of screen time. Our own self-care becomes an after thought. Child has a weird bruise? Drop everything and make doctor’s appointment immediately. We lose a knuckle while grating cheese for a casserole the kids don’t eat? Wrap it in 50 Moana Band-Aids and pour an extra glass of wine after bedtime to ease the throbbing.
We are the glue that holds the family together – sticky and weary, strong, and somehow covered in glitter yet we constantly put ourselves last, daydreaming about when we had the time for a proper “beauty routine.”
Teething pain is something I expected to encounter with my babies, and I felt confident I could provide pain relief and comfort. As a new mom, I was inundated with tips and tricks to help my teething babies. I gave them chew toys, cool washcloths, breastmilk popsicles, and more.
My son doesn’t enjoy writing very much but he does love making video. He is such an expressive, creative little person and he’s always looking for new ways to express himself on video. He transformed our front door into a backdrop, making his name out of tin foil shapes and adding an approximation of the silver play button he hopes to receive one day for all his hard work. He recently received Stikbot Studio Pro and 2 Stikbot Pet Singles to help him in his video production efforts for his Youtube channel.
We used to hit the road a lot as kids, and the soundtrack of these adventures were largely dictated by my parents. That’s how I came to have an appreciation for the oldies and even learned enough of the words to sing along. We had a big blue case of cassette tapes that would form the background noise of our big drives. My parents were big on exploring new places, but the music was usually the same.
I spent time growing up in the Okanagan, so I was fortunate to enjoy many summer days at the beach. My happiest memories are sun-drenched and sandy! Stretching out on a beach towel to enjoy the sunshine, or sitting on one while building sandcastles, is such a great sensory memory.The softness of the towel fibres on my skin contrasted against the roughness of the sand at my feet is ingrained in my mind with its textures and sensation. As a mom, I want my son to have those kinds of warm, happy memories of carefree time spent at the beach as well.
I am newly postpartum, not quite awake, standing in the checkout line at the grocery store, shush-shushing a 4-litre jug of milk and rocking it back and forth, soothingly, the same way I’ve been rocking a screamy baby for what feels like a week straight. Through bleary eyes, I read the headlines jumping out at me from the glossy magazine covers featuring impossibly beautiful women.
“How to Get Your Body Back!” Like I’ve disappeared so far into motherhood that I am no longer here. My body grew a tiny, furious human. It laboured for two days and birthed nine and a half pounds of gumption and tenacity. But now, as my belly is no longer satisfyingly rotund but instead soft and sagging, I have ceased to exist. How to Get Your Body Back. How to Erase the Parts of You We Don’t Want to See. How to Look More Visually Appealing so We’ll Acknowledge Your Existence.