Richards transformations are stunning.

I have seen some pretty amazing character transformations over the years, this by far takes the cake for me.

The term cosplay was invented in China in 1984. Ever since the 1990’s cosplay has been huge and extremely popular. 

Richard Arthur a freelance artist, his transformations are stunning! The make up and poses are on point. He has 219K followers on instagram, and is popular world wide. 

When he transformed himself into disney princesses, I couldn’t believe it. I was thrilled. I have been obsessed with Disney for many years, and I am sure other Disney fans will agree, Richard’s transformations into these Disney princesses are amazing. 

Take a look at these

Yes, I promise you these are all him! He’s flawless. Every single one of them are amazing, but Arial for me is by far my favourite!

If you head over to his Instagram, he not only did Disney princesses, he even transformed himself into Sally from nightmare before Christmas!

Talk about ultimate make up queen! Yess! Teach me your ways!

I for one cannot wait to see what beautiful creations that comes next!


My daughter is a tween and I am struggling

I am struggling these days to come to the realization that my beautiful baby girl is no longer a baby… but a tween. 

Every now and then I get a glimpse of the little girl she once was. I am struggling to know when to come in and when to step back and let her find her way. 

I miss playing with her hair, putting them in cute little braided pigtails. I still ask if I can do her hair but I get “I got it mom” 

I just feel like I blinked and Mommy, became mom. 

She is still not a teenager, but yet I get the rolling of the eyes, the dragging feet and the big huge signs. 

She is not a little girl anymore, but sometimes she still loves to pretend and play with her LOL dolls on the rare occasion but they are mostly collecting dust on display. 

She no longer needs me like she used to, she doesn’t rely on me to tie her shoes or fix her shirt. 

During this new phase of life, she won’t need me for the little things but she will need me for the bigger things. 

The idea of her growing up scares me and changing scares the shit out of me. 

I remember the first time she crawled and the first time she walked, all her firsts I was there to help her along the way. Now when she accomplishes something or does a new first, I will still be there to cheer her on, she just won’t need my help like she used too. 

When I hear people say “Wow she is just like you” It makes me feel warm inside but yet a little scared. I was a wild child. So carefree. I let the world just take me in the wind. As much as I learnt my lessons along the way. I am scared for her. I want to do everything in my power to protect her from what life will bring her but yet I know I know I need to let go of the sails and let her take over. 

I am just not ready, I feel it is too soon. I remember like it was yesterday when they handed me this cute little chubby girl wrapped in a pink little blanket. 

For now she still waits for me to come in and kiss her goodnight, for now she still sits on the counter while I am making dinner, which was her telling me all her barbie names now she talks about what’s going on in the YouTube word and her live streams but I will take it. I will take in every single moment of it, because one day, that spot on the counter will be empty. 


Badmouthing, and its negative effects.

Kids growing up with their parents separated is hard enough. They have to figure out how to live with each parent separately. They have to deal with different rules that are set in place at each house. 

When you separate I understand that it is hard not to think about all the bad things that they did or will continue to do. It is hard to separate your feelings towards the other person when they really upset you. 

Whatever you did, or didn’t do, or whatever the other parent did or does not do. Should not be stated to your child. Badmouthing their mom or dad can have a huge negative effect on your child. 

It really hurts them. No matter what you do, your child will continue to love you unconditionally. It hurts them more when it is someone they love and look up to, putting down the other parent. 

It causes so much conflict in their heads. They have no idea what to do. It causes them to have to choose a side. Children are so loyal to their parents. They will have so much guilt and pain, that they will have no idea how to express these feelings, because they are scared to tell the other parent what happened in case that causes a fight. Which will cause them to retreat from both parents. 

Just like you would not accept yourself to choose between one of your children, you should not accept your child to choose which parent to love and be loyal too. 

Your child has some parts of you and some parts of your Ex. By bad mouthing each other causes your child to feel like some parts of them are wrong, some parts of them you do not like because it matches the other parent. This alone will cause them to hate how they are. 

We tell our kids not to bully, to treat other people the way we want to be treated,  but yet we talk poorly about the other parent. We say all these negative things about your ex which could cause your child to think that is okay or to grow up thinking that we are liars. 

It is important to find a way to separate your feelings towards the other parent for the sake of your child. They want to have a positive and loving relationship with both of you. How you feel should not determine how your child feels about the other parent. 

What goes around comes around. 

I am sure we have all heard this saying. Whatever bad things that you say about your ex will just come right back at you. Your child will start defending the other parent and then start to resent you or they might start using the same behaviour towards the other parent thinking that it is okay or back at you. 

If your opinion of your ex is true, or if it is not it doesn’t matter. You don’t want your truth to be your kids reality. It could have physiological effects on your child. 

Leave the negativity out of your child’s mind and just spend time with them, they just want you both to be happy. 


Dear bullies, Thank you.

In our public school there weren’t the popular kids and the unpopular kids. It was a small town and everyone knew everyone. Everyone was invited to each other’s birthdays because our parents grew up with each other and honestly we were young and innocent and hate wasn’t even thought of. 

Once we made it to high school that is when it all changed. There were clicks. Everyone went into their little groups. Band kids, jocks, popular girls and computer people. I trotted into school like everything was going to be the same. I was wrong. 

The popular girls never bothered me, they stuck to themselves talking about all pretty and pink things. The ones who ended up bullying me were who I thought were my best friends. Right, I know plot twists. It all started because a boy liked me and not them. A boy of all things came between us. I never even thought twice about pursuing it, because your girls come first right? 

They came in like a force of nature. Pushing me down in the halls, writing bad things on my locker. Spreading outrageous lies about me. The thing is they knew all my secrets, they knew exactly what would hurt me the most. 

Your worst enemies are the ones that know you the best. 

I was holding myself together with duct tape and happy thoughts. I didn’t want to go to school, I would do my best to hide.. It was a terrible feeling. I felt sick, I would barely eat anything. I refused to talk to my parents about it because I figured they wouldn’t understand. 

No matter how hard I tried to understand why they were doing these things to me, it felt like I would never belong anywhere.  

But honestly I want to thank them, of course I will never forget the pain that they put me through, I will never forget the way they made me feel like I was shit on their shoe. 

People who put others down, are suffering from a battle that we just don’t see, they are going through something that they refuse to let anyone know and project it on other people, this taught me compassion. 

This taught me to love all walks of life, to treat others the way you want to be treated no matter how they treat you. 

This taught me to look beyond what they looked like and connect with their experiences in life, to stop and listen. 

This taught me to be strong, because no matter what comes at me now, I will know how to handle it. 

This has taught me to see the signs in my kids if they are being bullied. This has taught me to know how to speak to them about bullying. 

I am not thanking them for their behaviour and I am not giving them credit for my happiness, but that experience has taught me so much. 

I am thanking them because they showed me what not to be, they showed me that no matter what pain or suffering that I go through, I will use that to be more kind, to be more passionate to be more open and listen to others suffering. 

I chose to use the darkness that surrounded me and become a flower. I outgrew your words and your hate and became the person that I wanted to be.


My kids turned into slobs, during quarantine.

I am tired of it.

My house looks like a party that I wasn’t invited to. It is always a giant mess. No matter how much I pick up, sweep, clean. 

I have always taught my kids to be respectful and clean up after yourselves. I have always taught them responsibility is key. 

But somehow that went right out the window since they have been home due to Covid 19. 

Every single day I am repeating myself constantly to pick up your wrappers, to put your dishes in the sink or dishwasher, pick up your toys. I sound like a damn broken record. 

At this point I don’t even know why I fold their laundry, because I go into their rooms and it looks like a bunch of monkeys went in rummaging through their dressers. 

I yell “If you don’t pick up these legos, I’m just going to vacuum them up!” 

Which they don’t and then I vacuum them up and honestly I don’t even think they notice. 

I have put their toys in the toy jail and I am pretty sure they are collecting dust they haven’t even noticed or care. 

Yelling “I am bored!” well I have a list of lovely things you can do! Now all of a sudden nobodies bored. 

Soon they are going to be completely out of toys and I bet you 100% they are going to somehow make a mess with 3 toys. 

I am hoping and I am praying that when this is all over or one day when they are older they will start picking up after themselves because I will not be going to their houses and cleaning… I keep repeating to myself because I have a feeling it is going to drive me up the wall if their house is a mess. 

I will continue to tell them to clean up, I will continue to tell them to respect your things… hoping one day they will get it.


True meaning behind the popular children’s book “Love you forever”

Growing up one of my favorite books my mom  read to me was

 “love you forever” by Robert munsch.  

This popular book has sold over 15 million copies. 

This book was published in 1986. 

Parents all over the world were singing the beautiful lullaby to their children.

“I love you forever, 

I will like you for always

As long as i’m living

My baby you’ll be” 

Sadly before this became a popular lullaby that parents loved to sing to their children. Robert sang to himself in his head, this lullaby to the still born baby. 

Sadly this was the second still born this couple has had. 

Robert went on saying that singing this song out loud was just way too painful and he honestly couldn’t even share it with his wife. 

Robert dedicated his life to writing children’s books and even worked in orphanages. When the doctors told the couple that they would never be able to have children they were devastated. 

The couple went on and adopted 3 children, Andrew, Julie and Tyya.

Robert said that he created this poem to help himself grieve it was his way of crying. Losing a child is devastating and we all grieve differently. 

The book is about a mother watching her boy grow up. He starts as a baby and then becomes a father himself. While he is growing up his mother becomes old and frail and the roll is reversed. 

Learning the true meaning behind this book gives me a whole new perspective. 

This is such a beautiful tribute to his children that he lost. 

There is no other loss greater than losing a child.

The honesty and pain and love that went into making this book, is probably one of the reasons it is so popular. It is real and it is raw. 

It will forever and always be my favorite book and after learning the true meaning behind it, it became 10 times more meaningful and amazing.


Skinny shaming

I have never been fat, but I know too well how it feels to be criticized about your weight. From family and from friends, even strangers.

We all know that “fat shaming” is wrong, but I rarely hear about the other way around “skinny shaming”. And I promise you it happens.

So why is “skinny shaming” okay? But “fat shaming” is not?

I remember standing in line at the grocery store, I had all 4 kids with me, and I was taking stuff out of the cart and putting them on the belt. An older lady came up behind me and said “I hope you are eating all that too you are skin and bones” and pokes my side.

The fact that she was a little bigger than me, is irrelevant. She was speaking about my weight in public. 100% if it was the other way around and I said something about her weight. That would be extremely unacceptable.

I get that I am trending on thin ice talking about being skinny and being shamed for it, but I am done. I am done being silent about how I feel. I am going to list all the names that I have been called so far in my life Slim, stick, beanpole, all bones, scrawny, wafer, paper thin, Skeleton, anorexic and that’s just a few.

These names are just thrown around like confetti on the media and in real like and no one bats an eye but yet, we have to be careful of the words we use to describe anything to do with fat. I personally can’t stand being called “too skinny” I have been battling the fact that I can’t gain weight for the life of me. I eat more than my husband. But hey, a skinny girl should be so lucky to be skinny right?

My parents have always been at me constantly “Are you eating” “Are you sure you are okay, I can buy you food” at this point me even eating anything at family gatherings just makes me uncomfortable. I am so tired of the comments. I understand that they mean well. They are just trying to make sure I am doing alright. It really gets to me. If I could gain weight, I gladly would. But it is just not that simple.

I used to laugh it off, like it was not a big deal, but it started to get old real fast. It started to really hurt. Being told that a stiff wind will blow me away one day, really stings. I started to wear clothes that wouldn’t show my figure because I was tired of people making remarks, tired of my family making remarks.

As women, we need to start making a stand. We need to stop shaming any type of body type. We need to stop saying that “too thin” is unattractive and “too fat” is ugly. We have stopped looking at the inner beauty of people.

Honestly there is no right body and no wrong body type. ‘Real women have curves’  how about some women do and some women don’t. That doesn’t make them any less of a woman, does it? Everyone is real no matter what size they are, what shape they are or abilities they have.

“Go eat something you are too skinny” needs to be the same as “Are you really sure you need to eat that” the pain and hurt is just the same.

The world thinks that saying “you’re so skinny” is some sort of complement. It is not. You have no idea what kind of battle they are battling at the time.

I think we all need to agree that commenting on someone’s body regardless of their weight is not okay.

Let’s start accepting people for the way they are! Beautiful.


Co – Parenting is hard

My first 2 kids’ father and I are no longer together. It would be an understatement if I said it was stressful… It is so stressful. 

At the time my daughter was 2 and my son was 1. 

I know with every being that it was the right thing to do, for us to no longer be together. For us and for the kids. It took me awhile to come to this realization and I tried. I tried to make it work because I wanted it to work. I grew up thinking that once you have kids with someone you are supposed to stay with that someone forever. That was your partner to do it all. Unfortunately it didn’t work out that way. 

Along the way I have learned a few things with this crazy journey; 

  1. The kids no longer have to witness our fighting

I did my best to not fight in front of them. Sometimes in situations it was unavoidable. We clashed at almost everything. We never agreed on anything. No communication whatsoever. It was a very bad environment to raise children. So much tension in the air that I know they could feel it.  

  1. The kids can see people, can get along after not being together. 

My ex and I tolerate each other. For the lack of a better way of saying it. We are able to go to the kids schooling events and sporting events. That is a very special thing the kids have. They love that we are both there. The kids are one thing that we have in common and they are important to both of us. 

  1. They spend a lot more time with their father. 

When my ex and I were together it was always me that did everything, I took them to the beach, to the park, I played with them outside. My ex went to work. It was always just the 3 of us. Now that they go to their dads during the scheduled time. They are with him. I am not there for them to ask to do all the things he is. He makes the rules for them at his place, puts them to bed. The kids get to see both parents and both parents are raising them. 

Co – parenting is not easy. It is one of the hardest things possible. Trying to raise kids in different houses, different rules, but as the kids get older and we get older I am hoping that it will just fully become a routine and smooth. Despite everything that is happening and the fact that me and their father are no longer together, the kids are doing okay. They are strong. I know that we can all get through this together.


I see YOU

They are not saying your life doesn’t matter because you are not black. Of course they believe all lives matter, but right now, it’s not about us, it is about them. 

Saying all lives matter, is taking away from what they are trying to say. It is taking away their voice. Right now we need to be thinking about them, not ourselves. 

“Black lives matter” is a very strong movement, and I will 100% stand with them. I am not black I am white. 

My father raised us to love everyone, to find equality in everyone. Yes, I see colour because if I didn’t, then I would be colour blind. 

I see YOU… 

I see your beautiful colour, I see your beautiful personality, I see your strengths and how far you have come.  I cannot say I understand because I have not walked in your shoes. 

If you are sitting there defending the police officer then your thinking is wrong. Yes there are great police officers out there, doing an amazing job, but there are ones that are corrupt, and racist. The ones that are doing this, need to be called out, they need to be held accountable for their actions! The police are not above the law. They are not the judge, jury, or executioner. 

If you are sitting there saying “Well they could have prevented what happened to them if they didn’t do crime” Then your thinking is wrong. There was nothing they could have done. They were targeted because of their skin. They were not treated like human beings. 

What can we do to help?. Listen… Listen to them speak… Listen to what they have gone through or will go through. Just fucking listen. 

When we get pulled over by a cop, we are not thinking “this could be it” we are not scared out of our minds for our lives. They are.

We are not scared to go about our daily lives, going to the store, riding our bikes, our kids playing in the park. They are. 

Talk to your kids about what the #BlackLivesMatter movement is. Help them understand how Black kids have to live a different life. 

We have a problem, because everytime someone says black lives matter, there is always someone saying “cops lives matter” or “white lives matter” or “all lives matter” We need to sit down and shut up and listen to what they need to say before we just jump in. 

I am not going to sit here and say I truly understand, or I am fully educated on everything because I am not, I will continue to read books and research and understand the best I can. 

I hear YOU

I see YOU

I am HERE

I will LISTEN


Distant Memories

When I was younger I felt the days went by so slow. Sitting at my desk in school, watching the clock, tick tick tick. Waiting for the bell to ring, then booking it out of the school as fast as I could. 

Summertime, daydreaming when I am finally old enough to do all the things that only adults can do. Daydreaming  by my big willow tree on my farm. It was my favorite place to be. 

Now that I have kids, I want it to slow down. Life seems to be going 100 miles per hour. Like driving in the fast lane with no cars. Never in the slow lane. 

Just busy parenting, keeping the house in order and working. I find myself often just sitting and watching the kids play in the pool. Thinking “Where did the time go?, I swear it was just yesterday they were babies” 

I will be the first to admit that I struggle to stop and smell the roses. I will be in the middle of laundry or dishes and the kids ask to play “Let me just finish these” The dishes and laundry will be there later, your kids grow up so fast. 

A first birthday is so exciting, yet you mourn the fact that your baby is growing up. To be honest for me, it seems to be every birthday. Even with 4 kids you would think that I have learned by now, they do in fact have to grow up. Not stay babies forever, since my oldest is 11. 

The pain of childbirth and holding your new baby in your hands. 

Watching them take their first steps and eating solid foods for the first time. 

No sleep and sore nipples. 

Them exploring the amazing adventures the world has to offer. 

Becomes a distant memory. 

I know I cannot stop time. All we can do is soak it all in because one day, I will miss the house being a mess, I will be sitting in my living room missing the sounds of little feet running in and yelling “Mommy, look what I did” I will miss cutting the crust of the sandwiches. I will miss this. All of this. 

I am going to try my best to take it all in. When my son wants a random hug, I will get down to his level and give him a big hug and hold him there for a minute, even if he squirms. When they ask me to play, I will set down the laundry or dishes and go and play with them. 

Don’t get me wrong I am excited to watch them grow into amazing adults and see where life takes them. — To watch their little personalities grow to be big ones. To see their drive to get their dream jobs. 

I hear people say “Make these the best days of your life!” But I don’t want these to JUST be the best days, I don’t want to be sad when it’s all done and my best days are behind us. Instead I am going to make these days happy and fun and full of life. I want to continue to have the best days when they are older too and have kids themselves. 

I am going to continue to help my children have the best tools to be able to grow up and be respectful, caring adults. 

I am going to have more movie nights with all the fixings, popcorn, chips and candy. 

I am going to put my phone down and computer down and soak in the laughter. 

I am going to make more time for myself and my husband so that we have enough energy to keep up with them. 

I want to look back at these days and remember that I enjoyed every single moment of them being babies and small kids and teenagers. I don’t want to look back and regret that I didn’t put down my phone or laundry to look at what they were doing. 

I want to look back and know that everything I did, helped shape them to be amazing adults.