Happy Holidays!

I hope you all are enjoying some great leftovers today, along with some AWESOME Boxing Day deals!

We will start planning our Spring issue next week. If there is anything you want to see or if you have someone you would like to see featured, then please give us a shout! We are always open to suggestions for article ideas or features.

I know I was supposed to post some pics from the Spice Girls concert but I have no idea where the time went. To top EVERYTHING else off, my little family had the stomach flu for Christmas! Nice, eh? We ended up staying home for the holidays instead of making our usual trek to Wetaskiwin where Ron's parents live. As I cooked my little chicken last night I realized just how much I prefer to spend the holidays with them. Ron's brother and his wife are usually there, too, so I have some drinking partners!

Most times I complain about having to go to see the in-laws but last night as I poured the box of Stove Top Stuffing and opened my package of gravy, I found myself truly bummed that we weren't enjoying a homemade Christmas meal.

I shouldn't complain because I know I am fortunate. There was a time in my life when the meal I had last night with my family would have been considered "gourmet." That was when I was a kid and some days I would have Ketchup sandwiches for lunch. Not by choice, either.

My grandma would do everything to ensure a yummy dinner but eventually it would turn into a family brawl. Unfortunatly, I think these memories shaped my way of thinking about the term "family" so I never wanted to be a part of one. Even after I married Ron, I kept a distance from his family despite the fact they made the Brady Bunch look bad. They are wonderful people and in my own way I adore them. My mother-in-law annoys the crap out of me and I think she always will. But I will take her over my own mom, as bad as that sounds. My kids are so luck they don't have to listen to breaking dishes or nasty swearing (except the "mommy words" that I use!) or see their dad get into a fight with HIS dad because of something that happened 15 years ago.

Nope, my kids have it very good. Instead of waiting for Santas Anonymous to deliver presents so that we have something under the tree, we deliver presents for Santas Anonymous. Instead of dreading family get-togethers, my kids enjoy spending time with their uncle Randy and aunty Charlene.

And even though our Christmas was small and spent fighting over the toilet, we were together.

Merry Christmas!! I look forward to chatting with you all in the New Year!

Cheers!
t.

Seriously, Dude, Where's Your Sense of Humour?

Let's clear a couple of things up about MOM Magazine:

MOM is not a magazine for the Betty Crocker moms out there. We are not geared towards the moms who take themeselves seriously.

MOM Magazine does treat our content as conversational and we talk about issues the way we would talk to our girlfriends. This includes but is not limited to:

SEX.

We do occasionally use conversational words like Ass, Crap, Boobs, etc.

As the founder and publisher of this magazine, I have never tried to hide the fact that we are a magazine for moms to try and bring back the message that ALL moms are goddesses. There is nothing wrong with embracing the sensual side of being a woman. That is, after all, the way you became a mom.

We get a lot of people commenting that MOM Magazine has offended them by using the word ASS on the cover because little Johnny might pick it up and read that word. If your kid is reading, you can pretty much rest assured that he's learning much worse words on the playground than he will from MOM Magazine.

Ironically, not one response has been about the picture of boobs that goes with the Do your Boobs Hang Low? article.

There is a tone to our magazine that should be obvious here... our content is designed to be toungue-in-cheek. Fun. Silly. Light-hearted. We do tackle some very serious issues - Breast Cancer, Menopause and Cooking.

But if it's housekeeping tips or parenting advice you are after, then Chatelaine is the mag for you.

If you want a break from the responsibilities that go along with the role of Mom, or want to reconnect with your inner goddess or you can relate to all of the other moms we relate to, then MOM Mag is the one for you!

We are not out to offend anyone with our content. Keep things in perspective and in the context in which things are written. Kickin' Breast Cancer's Ass is a good thing. Do You Spit or Swallow? It refers to wine tasting and it is a legitimate question. The C-Word... Credit is something most women don't like to talk about, let alone say out loud.

Have some fun in life, people! Life's too short to take it so seriously.

I do hope you enjoy the articles for what they are. And if you need to vent, please do. I do take your suggestions and criticims very seriously.

Cheers!
tamara

No more slots...

It has been a great trip to Vegas but I am glad to be home.
The Spice Girls were AWESOME and you know what made it even better? They're moms! They are the epitome of what our magazine is all about. Despite the fact that they gave brith, they are sexy, sassy and super fun! In fact they are better now then they ever were. But isn't that how life is? We are better versions of ourselves now than when we were 20. And I am speaking from personal experience. At 20, I was clumsy, uncomfortable with my body and my body image and had no idea where I wanted my personal life to go - professionally, I was ahead of the game.

13 years later, I can STILL relate to the Spice Girls because they have evolved and are better versions of their old selves. I love it! We had amazing seats and I got to sing with them! Granted I sang from the comfort of my awesome seat but STILL! It was cool. Daina, Jody and I even did our own Spice Girls routine... again from the comfort of our seats but nonetheless, we were by far the coolest moms in the crowd!

Afterwards, as Daina and I waited patiently for our hubbys at Ceasars Palace (there's a story there), we decided to take in the sights at Pure. For those of you in the know, Pure is THE place to party in Vegas. Daina put on her best Posh face and gave some attitude to the doorman.

"I'm with Tamara and the MOM Magazine team and I'm suppose to be in there."

"Are you on the list?" At this point, she puts her hand on the guy's clipboard and says, "LOOK! I'm suppose to be in there."

And so he waved her in... at this point in the story, because I was off gambling and wasn't with her while she did this, she says she went in and saw Mel B. I'll have to get the details again because when she told me, I was well into my 17th gin and tonic.

Anyhoo, suffice it to say I've got wicked pics from the concert, my blisters have blisters and I am so freakin' tired that Lola had chocolate suckers for breakfast.

On that note, the MOM team is back now and we have heard some feedback about our recent edition.

I would like to address a couple of things in my next post....

Cheers!
tamara

Super SPICE!

It was SO good! I have so many pics to post and some great stories to tell... however I'm off to gamble and drink! So when I get back home I will tell you ALL about it! Jody did not end up in jail, thankfully, but we did get to party with Mel B. at Pure. Ahhh... so many things to tell!!!!

Cheers!
t.

Tonight's the big night!

Eeeeehhhhhhh!!! It's countdown time until the Spice Girls! We're all in Vegas, lovin' every minute of it. I'm a little hungover today - our first night was a DOOZY! Drinkin', gamblin, and partying like a rock star! LOL

Too much gin and tonic and not enough time!

So I'm hoping to post pics of the concert but probably not until we get back. I'll let you know how AWESOME they are and if Jody really DOES lick Mel B. If so, I'm sure my next blog will be from a jail cell here in Vegas!!!

Hope you are enjoying the Winter edition of MOM Mag. Remember to send us your feedback!

Cheers!!
t.

One week until the Spice Girls!!!

This time next week the girls and I will be rockin' to the Spice Girls!!!

From the reviews I've been reading, it seems the average age of fans are young girls to mid-20s.... huh?! That makes no sense to me... all the moms I know LOVE the Girls!!!!! So does that make us too old? Are we trying to recapture our youth through the songs of Girl Power? Hell NO! Those songs are just fun, the music is catchy, bouncy and reminder of good times!

I can't WAIT! I know Daina and Jody can't wait! In fact we've called an emergency meeting to discuss what we'll be wearing to said concert!

Yep, I'm just waiting for them to get here! So I thoght I'd say hi, let you know what we're doing and get you as pumped for the details as we are to give them to you!!!!

This awesome concert, btw, will be held at theHotel at Manadaly Bay. It's a pretty swanky place from what I can tell online, PLUS Ron and I will actually be staying there!

After the hel we all went through to gt this next issue out, we deserve this little treat!!! The mag, btw, comes out in a couple of days. Don't worry, we won't go to Vegas without making sure you get yoiur copy! Dragon Lilies is definitly the place to pick one up... if we make it anywhere with the mag it will be there for sure!!!

cheers!
tamara

It's 8 sleeps till VEGAS, BABY!

Daina, Jody and I are going to see the Spice Girls in Las Vegas and we are SO excited!!! It's our MOM Magazine Christmas party... what a better way to celebrate the holidays than with some Holiday Spice in Vegas!

Our next issue of the magazine will be available in general distribution Dec. 7. The best place to pick it up is at Dragon Lilies in Spruce Grove. We will also have a list of pick up locations available on the website closer to delivery date.

One of our features in the magazine is a story called, "Kickin' Breast Cancer's ASS!" This empowering story of a local mom shows that no matter what life throws at you, life does go on! It's an amazing account of, well, kickin' breast cancer's ass!

The MOM Magazine team is truly proud of this issue. The content is tight, the cover is beautiful thanks to our cover mom Leslie Robinson, the design is solid... it's our best issue EVER!

If you have any comments, criticisms or suggestions, please feel free to contact me directly at tamara@a-muse.ca or Daina at daina@mommagazine.ca

Please remember to support our advertisers because without them, it would be tough to get MOM Magazine out to you!

I look forward to hearing your feedback on our next issue! And I will keep you posted on our trip to see the Spice Girls! Girl Power WOOHOOOOOOO!!!

Cheers!
Tamara

20 hours of sleep...

I don't think I have EVER had as much sleep since Lola was born as I have had in the past four days!

My in-laws graciously offered to take the kidlets for a couple of days because I am without childcare for the next two weeks and I am swamped with mag start-up stuff. I have had naps, I have slept through the night and NOT awaken to yells for a "baba". I have slept in until 7 a.m. which is quite a feat for me, seeing as I'm usually awake by 4 a.m.

Ron and I have EATEN together without the whines of "LET'S PLAY!" or "Baba".

We even went on a date night last night to see the incomparable Tony Bennett. What a show! He was beautiful and romantic and amazing! Ron and I held hands during the show but at about 9 p.m. I found myself yawning. Not from boredom but because I was STILL sleepy! Can you imagine how lame that is? To have an 82-year-old legend groovin' on stage, not even stopping to have a drink of water, and there I am - 32-year-old mom of two - yawning at 9 p.m. After the show, we came home, I promptly grabbed my nighttime ritual bottle of water and fell asleep.

As much as I enjoyed the silence of the nighttime and the uninterrupted meals, I miss my kids more!

I will gladly give up sleep again just to hear "baba" in the middle of the night or "MOM! I have to PEE!"

My kids are awesome! So, I'm going to get them and we're taking the day off to play. I don't care if I'm exhausted at the end of it... I can sleep when the kids are in college!

cheers!
t.

Dirty little monkey!

I'm trying to come up with something clever but everytime I write ANYTHING Lola tosses her bottle out of her crib and yells. It's 4:41 a.m. and Ron and Oz are sleeping.

Chris Benoit...the hero?

Am I the only wife/mom on the face of the universe who is PISSED off that Chris Benoit is being paid tribute to, despite having smothered his 7-year-old son and strangling his wife?

WWE Wrestler, Chris Benoit was found dead .... Poor Chris Benoit... what a tragedy.... such a humble man.... such a role model to all other wrestlers.... local, home grown hero.

Are you KIDDING ME!

I read that the WWE mourned the loss of "one of their family members" and Vince's eyes welled up with tears as he announced the death of Chris Benoit.

What about the little boy who died THREE DAYS before the coward decided to hang himself? Did he have to watch his mother die? Or was it the mom who had to watch her son die? Did they hide in fear? What about them?

I used to be a sportswriter so I have close ties to this story. Though I never met Benoit or have EVER endorsed the WWF as a "real sport" I recognize that many people enjoy this soap opera. Personally, I'm a HUGE fan of the Rock. He makes me laugh in the movies he has starred in, he played briefly for the Calgary Stampeders and as a an Eskimos fan I forgive him for this, and he is a charismatic guy who owes his success to the WWF. If he killed his wife and daughter (whom he affectionately nicknamed "Pebbles") I can't say I would mourn his passing.

Chris Benoit is - allegedly - a murderer. There is too much of this "Lacie Peterson" syndrome floating around.

Husbands who kill their families make me sick. Moms who kill their kids make me sick. Isn't it time we stopped excusing them and justifying their actions?

Chris Benoit is no legend. He deserves nothing more than a "see ya later, don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out" if anything.

All this media attention makes me mad. As a mom. As a wife. As a woman who can't stand the BS in society.

I could care less for the tragedy of Chris Benoit. What I care about is the wife's family and the grandparents who will never see that little boy grow up.

t.

Mommy Makeover

I'm in the middle of a makeover that started April 2006 and won't end until April 2008. It all started with getting my tubes tied (no more kids! YAY!) and has since led to braces, laser eye surgery and a breast reduction.

The braces sort of started the whole process of this mini-makeover. After avoiding the dentist for 14 years, I was forced to go because of a sore tooth. At that appointment, Dr. Kahls (KARO Dental) informed me that I had two baby teeth and they needed to be pulled. I was devastated, traumatized and literally went home and cried like a big baby. He only pulled the sore baby tooth at that appointment but my self-esteem took a serious blow.

For three months I walked around feeling like a toothless old hag. Usually I am a confident, somewhat vain person but not being able to smile with a full set of teeth caused me to feel self-conscious.

I sucked it up, though, and at the next appointment Dr. Kahls told me I needed braces to pull down the adult teeth.

I was certain this man hated me.

Why else would he make me endure such a terrible fate at my tender age of 31? Didn't he KNOW that I was past puberty? That it wasn't natural for a married woman with kids to wear braces??!! That my daughter and I would be teething at the same time?! Obviously he just wanted to drain my bank account, causing me to postpone pontential trip to Vegas.

I had options, though. I could have "forgotten" my scheduled appointments with Dr. Kahls and just carried on my merry way as a toothless mom.

But once again, vanity prevailed. Plus I really enjoyed his assistants Heather and Laureen. They made me feel comfortable and eased all of my anxiety about braces.

I won't go into detail about the PAIN of having my adult teeth uncovered or how my entire face throbbed when I had to get my wisdom teeth pulled or how much it SUCKED that I couldn't eat steak for almost six months.

None of that matters now. I have embraced my braces. I get the funky coloured elastics and try to accessorize with my wardrobe.

But let me tell you, after I got the braces, the glasses had to go! I actually enjoyed wearing my glasses and thought they added a "sexy librarian" facade but braces, glasses, pimples during PMS and preganacy weight? C'MON!

Hence the laser eye surgery last August. And the breast reduction? Well kids literally suck the life out of you, as many moms will attest to, and my once-fabulous boobs were now not so fabulous. So a reduction and - BONUS - a lift gave me some of that confidence back!

I've got about 9 or 10 months left with the braces and about 40 pounds to shed before I get back to pre-baby weight... ah, who am I kididng? Lola is 19 months old... I have just enjoyed one too many bottles of wine and not spent enough hours at the gym.

HOWEVER, now that I know the end is near for the braces, I must attempt the final leg of this makeover.

Who's with me?! Let's form a local support group for moms who want to shed some pounds, whether it's 100 or 10!

Cheers!
Tamara

PS don't forget to get your tickets for the pre-launch party - $10 in advance at Dragon Lilies, $15 at the door!!

Am I the only mom who goes through this?

My little devil Lola, who just turned 19 months, is trouble with a capital T. She is a stubborn, demanding, fussy little mini-me.

We were at Wal-Mart (pick a day, any day) and since she discovered the joys of walking at 17 months she has refused to sit in a cart. She squirms and yells and flails until I give in and let her have her freedom.

This makes shopping fun.

NO. It doesn't! It is frustrating having to run after her because she thinks it's "funny" to have me chase her throughout the aisles pushing my cart with one hand, tossing in random items because I don't have time to look at them.

It was cute the first couple of times, I admit it. She's adorable with her pigtails and big green eyes and mischievious giggle but I no longer go into Wal-Mart to shop - I go in on a mission!

Heading straight for the milk, we then make a mad dash for a loaf of bread. If I'm lucky, I get to choose which bag of chips we snack on... if not, it's whatever is within reach as I chase her towards the cashier. Once I catch her, I hold her like a wiggly football and toss my items on the belt while listening to her yell and whine.

Other moms usually look at me with an empathetic "Been there" look but once in a while I get a glare from another person as if I'm purposely torturing my child. Yes, I enjoy listening to her scream and I find malicious ways to do it, ESPECIALLY in public. Pinching her chubby little butt is one of my favourite ways to get her to yell.

C'mon! I would never torture my child in public... too many witnesses! Plus it's so 1990s.

Once we head to the truck with our 60 items instead of just the milk and bread, Lil' Miss Sunshine smiles and sits pretty in her carseat.

Ahh, the mood swings have started already. Good thing the Liquor Barn is within spitting distance!! :}

Cheers,
Tamara

There's not enough coffee in the world...

Most days, I like to get up early and conquer the day! I'm usually in bed by 9 p.m. so getting up at 4 or 5 a.m. isn't a big deal.

Yesterday, I was a single-parent for the night because Ron was at a golf party/tournament. I was prepared! Movies, pizza (wine for me once the kids went to bed!) and popcorn! It was going to be a great night.

Except Lola, the spunky mini-me Scorpio who I adore and love, decided bed time was 10 p.m. Usually I can get the kidlets to bed by 7 p.m., no fuss. My fabulous five-year-old Oscar was good as gold! Watched the movie, ate the pizza, had a story and went to bed.

Lola "slept" with me. I don't sleep well when Ron is away - and he is RARELY away - so I thought cuddling with the little monkey would be a pleasant substitute. And it was - at first. She slept like a log until 2 a.m. So that's four hours, right? She should've gone right back to sleep, right? NO!

Aside from inheriting my stubborn, Scorpio personality and cute smile, the little rugrat also inherited my sleep schedule! She stayed up until after 6 a.m., waking Oz up in the process. He crawled into bed with us at 4 a.m. but we both got tired of being kicked and shoved so I took her back to her crib. She YELLED. Not cried, SCREAMED. Screamed like she was having her favourite pair of shoes taken away! Screamed like I told her she couldn't date until she was married! Screamed until I finally went to get her.

This back-and-forth crib-to-bed thing went on until 5:30 a.m. At this point, I gave up. I yelled at her and told her the next time "I have to come in this room, I am taking ELMO!"

I'm a bad mommy. I threatened her with the thing she loves most in this world. But, dammit, it worked! I didn't go back in there.

OK, it didn't really work, I literally pulled the covers over my head and listened to her scream some more. I think if she could talk her screaming would have been, "Oh NO YOU DIDN'T!"

She is my daughter. I asked for her before I got pregnant - a little girl with dark hair and green eyes, born in November, a true Scorpio like me. She is all of that. And right now, there isn't enough coffee or Prozac in the WORLD to deal with it!

Cheers,
Tamara

Bullying causes teen to hang herself

I just read a story on Canoe.ca about a 13-year-old girl in Calgary who, her mother feels, was driven to hang herself because of bullies. And yet the mom isn't angry with those kids.

She is quoted in the article saying being angry is "too heavy of a feeling."

Lynda Cook, the 13-year-old, had a friend who also endured bullying but chose to go on with life. However her hope for the future suffered a serious setback when Lynda killed herself after listening to insults and name-calling on a school bus ride home.

Sticks and stones? Some kids, no - most people - don't have thick enough skin to deal with daily barbs and self-esteem blows handed to them from their "peers."

The journalist in me is keeping me from ranting. The mother in me is telling me to change the world by starting with my own kids.

I can't make other parents take accountability for their actions and raise kids who have respect for one another, who don't judge other kids because of how they dress or how fat or skinny they are or what skin colour they have.

Kids learn by example. If they see their parents yell and swear and insult eachother or other people, that's what they see as normal. It's OK to do that to other people.

Or maybe those bullies were being abused at home and their way of taking control of their lives was to lash out at a weaker person.

All I know is that, as a mom, my heart breaks for Lynda's mom. Because she didn't see the signs, because she has to live and her daughter isn't, because last week was the last Mother's Day she will ever have with Lynda.

I'm sick of these bullying stories in the news. I'm tired of having to mourn for families I have never even met. I empathize with each and every parent who loses a child - not because I have endured the same pain - because I am a parent. Because the thought of seeing my kids suffer at the hands of a bully makes me see red.

Sticks and stones? Knowledge is the real power.

Click here to read the story on Canoe.ca
Tamara Plant

A romantic weekend...

So, my wonderful husband books a night at a jacuzzi suite. I get there with takeout from this FABULOUS new Japanese restaurant I was introduced to the day before (it will be on my top 10 picks for Mom's Time Out).

He's got the bubbles in the jacuzzi, a glass of wine poured... life is good. We enjoy a romantic night SANS kidlets (who are being cared for by the g'rents) and get to watch TV and eat without being forced to play superheroes and change the channel from news to the Backyardigans. Bliss.

So what am I doing blogging on a Saturday AM when I should be cuddled up with my sweetie? I am ADDICTED. Good GOD. I think I need some sort of intervention!

Actually, I woke up in a panic because I haven't got the word out about the pre-launch event. Final details are:
June 24, 1-6 p.m.
Stony Convention Inn

Demos from Pole Lot of Fun, Passion Parties and Luscious Bags. There will be coffee, a cash bar (god knows if I'm swinging around a pole, I'll need a martini or two!), munchies and LOTS of giveaways!!

Tickets are $10 in advance. All proceeds go to support the Alberta Council of Women's Shelters. (acws.ca for details on what they do.)

I hope all you moms will take an afternoon for yourself and learn more about the magazine! I really am excited to meet you and get this out to all of you!

I'm going to grab some coffees... then maybe grab my hubby! heheh

Cheers!
T.

Happy Mother's Day!

Good morning Moms!

I hope you all get the chance to sleep in today, have coffee made for you and the dishes done by the kids!

Enjoy your day!!!

Cheers,
Tamara

Calling all Pole Dancers!

I have received a few comments from moms who are excited about the launch of MOM Magazine. However there hasn't been ANY feedback on what you want to read. I have developed my editorial outline based on the information I have gathered over the past five years from moms I have spoken with.

I would like to do tackle some serious issues like depression and loss, but I also want this to be a FUN magazine.

To generate some excitement about the magazine we will be hosting an afternoon for moms only June 24.

Calling all pole dancers! Ever wanted to let loose around a pole? Christie Mawer from Polelottafun will be on hand to show all us divas how to have fun and let go of our inhibitions!
There will also be product on hand from Passion Parties... the ultimate Girl's Night In!

I had a party like this last year and had women of all shapes, sizes, and ages. It was SO much fun and we cheered eachother on, giggled, hooted and learned a whole new way to be a sexy mama!

Please join us! I will be advertising the event closer to the date with full details. RSVP to tamara@a-muse.ca

See you there!!

Attention MOMS!

I would like to start an advisory committee for the magazine and have moms from in and around Parkland County. This includes - but is not limited to - Onoway, Devon, Alberta Beach, Carvel, Wabamum and Muir Lake.

If you are interested, please email me at tamara@a-muse.ca

The first meeting will be held Wed. May 23 at 7:30 p.m.

I will provide further details when you email me.

I look forward to hearing from you!!!

Cheers!
Tamara

Dear Diary: Where'd my life go?

As I sit here at 1:36 a.m. on a Sunday morning, staring at the chaos that is my office, my thoughts drift to Sunday mornings of years past. Clubhopping, dancing, drinking, going out with the girls, not always going home with them...

Ahhh, the insanity of youth. During my 20s, I lived my life much the same way as I live it now - to the extreme. I am an extreme person with extreme tendencies. Perhaps it is a Scorpio thing, perhaps that's just my personality, I don't know.

As I got older and settled down, I found myself looking forward to turning 30. So many women I know dread turning 30. I truly don't understand it. I looked at turning 30 as a blessing. I made it out of my wild youth without too many scars and a tonne of life experience.

At 30, I knew myself better than I did when I was 20. I was more confident - as opposed to arrogant (which on occasion I still am) - I was more comfortable in my own skin and not as prone to feel unworthy because I wasn't a size 0 or look like the starlet on the red carpet.

Now, at 32, I am proud to tell people I'm 32. It isn't a big deal, this age thing. Yet most women seem determined to keep their age a secret. Why????!!!! Why all the secrecy about age! What is the big deal?

Looking at society today and all the problems younger people are facing - never mind the syphilis outbreak in Edmonton and the shootings at universities - I can't see myself wanting to be that age again. I lived it, I loved it, I learned from it.

I see each year that I live as a blessing and I look forward to each birthday. As each birthday passes, it means more time with Ron. It means I get to see my kids grow. It means I am LIVING life. Not hiding from it and denying the passage of time.

I have earned every ounce of cellulite and stretch mark on my body. I have this nasty little one inch frown line beside my right eyebrow that WILL NOT go away. It sometimes pisses me off but then I hear my friends talk about getting botox and lipo and whatever else and I realize that line will always be a part of me because DAMMIT I've earned it!

Don't get me wrong, I don't begrudge anyone their beauty treatments - God knows I'm the first one to talk about my breast reduction/lift and flaunt my now perky boobs! Whatever makes you feel good, is great.

But now it's 2 a.m. and if I had my choice of being 22 again and stumbling home from the bar at this time or being 32 and knowing I can crawl into bed with the most WONDERFUL man in the world... it's a no-brainer.

How do you keep your house clean?

Hi moms,
I want to provide some tips for moms on juggling housework and family. Would anyone be willing to be interviewed? Email me at tamara@a-muse.ca

If you don't want to be interviewed but would like to place your tips on the blog, please do! I look forward to reading - and sharing them with other moms!

Cheers!
Tamara

Welcome to the launch of MOM Magazine Blog!

Hi there,
I am inviting all the moms to participate in the MOM Magazine Blog. I will be publishing some of the content from the blog, so if you don't want your stuff published, you must make sure I am aware of this.
Any story ideas, submissions or photos can be sent directly to mom@mommagazine.ca

I look forward to sharing tips, ideas, events and SO MUCH MORE with all the moms out there!

Cheers,
Tamara