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Some people would think I’m crazy, but rewind about two hours ago and you will find Niko and me strolling down the sidewalk with me singing Que Sera Sera. And why have I adopted this mantra? This house sale is causing a lot of stress, and I’m trying to internalize the meaning of the lyrics. I guess that comes with selling your house privately: we’re our own rookie agents, and dealing with all the loose ends that come along with selling on our own. It’s just so hard to know what to say and what to do, and so much of it is a waiting game while all the conditions are being met. So far we’ve got two out of three of them signed off for our place and it’ll be another week (max.) until the last one has been met.

This last week has been a whirlwind, but at the same time gone by so slowly! It was just a week ago that we conditionally sold our place and then soonish after found one that we’re interested in. But we don’t want to finalize anything on the new place, until the sale of our condo. is complete. Neither Borys nor I want to be in the position of owning two homes at the same time! Although, that might push us to rent our place, which would ultimately be a good investment. But really, for now we just want to sell it. I just hope the buyer follows through with her original zeal for the place. I know it’s a lot for her to think about, seeing as it’s her first home purchase, but it’s a nice place, in a quiet location, close to all amenities including down town and we’ve been very happy here for the last five years. Ugh. I wish I could use a time machine to fast forward a week to see the (happy?!) outcome of all this waiting and worrying. And now that I’ve vented, and in order to maintain my sanity, it’s back to Que Sera Sera, whatever will be, will be…


We’ve all heard of the saying, less is more, right? Well, just to keep on the cliche bandwagon here, a picture says a thousands words, and it is obvious that less is more really doesn’t apply to my current situation!

Sometimes I feel like I am living in a reality show called: Attack of the Baby Stuff. Simply put our condo has been invaded by what were previously foreign entities to us: an exersaucer, a bouncy chair, teensy-tiny little clothes, a pack-n-play, a Bumbo, and the list could go on and on. I mean if you look at our dining table (which, truth be told, never was that tidy to begin with), it looks like it has become a Mount Vesuvius of sorts but instead of pouring out hot lava, we’ve got the baby version: a Baby Einstein play mat as the peek, and what’s pouring out is a car seat and car seat cover, a Baby Bjorn, a mini snowsuit (with token dangling mittens on a string), baby blankets, Baby Banz, and a diaper bag filled to the brim, not to mention, place mats, a newspaper, reusable grocery bags, unopened mail, my winter coat and scarf, and a bunch of other random items that I just can’t remember or see, due to the growing volcano.

You know when you used to play that birthday game as a kid, where you looked a tray full of random items for 20 seconds and then had to remember what they were? This is how I felt when I checked out my table and tried to remember all the little pieces that had collected on it: an older grown-up version of the game I guess! Fun.

But regardless of being under attack, Borys and I agree, it’s all totally worth it!


It’s winter. We live in a second floor condo. We have a one year old standard poodle named Frasier. He has lots of energy. This combination of factors would usually be a recipe for a pretty rambunctious puppy, but I think all in all Frasier is a wonderful pooch and overall very well behaved. Seeing as we don’t have a yard at our current abode, I  try to get him out with Niko for at least one good run/walk during the day.

My friend Traci also has a huge dog (yellow lab named Buddy) and a baby, so she too likes to burn some of that dog’s pent up energy. It turns out that Buddy and Frasier are great playmates, and so are Niko and her son Eli. About once a week we get our entourages together and bring the pooches to a park near Traci’s house and let them run and romp to their hearts’ content (followed up by a celebratory pizza at Traci’s place). And we sort of look like this: two black belt mommies (yes, Traci was my karate partner in crime) pushing their two sons in three wheel strollers, accompanied by two large breed dogs leashed around our waists. Once we get to the park it’s leashes off and “Go Puppies Go”! (See short video by clicking on the link to the left.)


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