I had a meeting the other day, one that I couldn’t bring a toddler to. So, I figured what better excuse to crack out the heels? I used to wear them every single day, right up until I left on maternity leave. The feel of sliding my feet into my favorite slides with nicely polished toes and smooth soles was one of my favorite things of my day. Then, I became a Mom. Now I wear sensible shoes. Nice, but no heel. Sandals for summer, but again flat. I think I had forgotten how wonderful a good pair of dressy heels can make me feel. Yes, I felt wonderful. Aside from the not so manicured toes, I felt great. I felt 10lbs lighter and 2inches taller. Now, I have to wonder why I am not trying to incorporate my heels into my everyday life again. Would it really be that hard to get groceries with a toddler on my hip wearing 2 inch heels? Would schlepping the stroller out of the trunk in my heels look ridiculous? Really? You think so? Sadly, so do I. I should add that a girlfriend of mine has a 9 month old and she manages to get away with wearing heels and not looking ridiculous, but somehow I just don’t feel it is right. She is a good three inches shorter than me though, so maybe that is why, I am already 5’10” so I tower at 6′ in my wonderful shoes. Perhaps I can meet somewhere in between, with a low heel that flatters, but doesn’t look silly. Now, I have to go shoe shopping, and get a manicure.

Oh a day at the spa, now that would be wonderful. I remember those regular appointments well. At least once a month, I would get a manicure or pedicure, sometimes a facial or a massage. Now, I am fortunate to go on my regular birthday spa day. I am glad I had that glimpse into my past the other day, it just reminded me that I really need to take some time for myself and get these feel to the spa before I have to cover them up for the winter again.

… and so the Choo choo train saga continues. How is it possible that a two year old knows that a brown package taken from the mailbox is a box that contains a train? Really? We made our trek to the mailbox yesterday to see if Opa’s birthday gift had arrived from Vancouver. Well it was there and the moment I opened the mailbox all I heard was “Choo choo train?” over and over and over, all the way back to the house. I of course, didn’t know what it was and kept saying it was a bird on the stamp not a choo choo train.

So we get the parcel home and no sooner have I put the rest of the mail on the counter when paper is flying through the air and the words are getting jumbled. “Choo choo, Thomas, Choo choo, Train, Opa…” they continue until I realize that Opa has indeed sent a box that contains Thomas the Tank engine complete with a water tower, Thomas and a cargo car and Sir Topem Hat. Well, our train world is now complete. We have more than enough trains to satisfy any child for an afternoon or an evening. I truly never thought my child would love trains so much, but indeed it is true. We now have in total eight different types of train sets. Ranging from the very young to the regular old fashion layout for adults. The funniest thing now, is that my husband no longer loves trains!!

I will continue to try to ply my child with other stimuli just in case trains are a phase, but I fear that this will become a life long hobby and I will have to fold and enjoy the trains too. Oh the joys of toys!