Happy Canadian thanksgiving! Dropped the ball this year on having a big feast, but one thing I do plan on doing for my son is celebrating all Canadian holidays, and teaching him about Canada and it’s history! I’m proud to be Canadian, and I look forward to my son using words like “pardon me?” instead of “what?” Or “huh?”😆 #dualbaby#mylittlepumpkin#6monthsold#xanderwolfsolimine
Just a reminder... If they don’t know you personally, don’t take it personal.
I don’t even know where to start… so I’m just going to write how I feel and whatever comes out is real and raw. I truly feel in the deepest part of my soul for black people who feel they have to watch their backs for no apparent reason, but solely on the fact that they have darker skin. I am sad for them, I am sad for their mothers and fathers who are scared for their sons and daughters to be out in society. I can’t believe we have not come together sooner to stop this madness. I feel sorry for the people who are racist, and carry that kind of hate in their heart. They are the real losers. I am a Canadian, privileged white girl, but I speak from experience. When I moved to the US, back in 2012 I dated a black American man, who happens to be one of my best friends to this day. Prior to dating him, I never knew that racism still existed. I thought it was ancient history… something you read about in history books, watched on TV, something that our ancestors dealt with.. but not us, not in our generations. I was a naive white girl… who never once saw or heard people being racist or even talked about racism in the community I grew up in. It was only when I started dating a black American man when I dealt with racism. I had white male co-workers say straight to my face “I can’t believe you’re dating a N$#%!!” At the time I didn’t know how to react to that because I thought to myself they can’t be serious.. that must be some kind of joke. I really was naive. I remember on many different occasions, words like this coming out of men who are white. And I never stood up to them. I was dating a black, educated doctor, who was athletic and in great shape...way better looking than any of the white guys talking bad about him…. So I assumed they were jealous. I never knew they were ACTUALLY RACIST. I just couldn’t comprehend racism at that time. again....I was naive to it. Another example of this happening was when we were waiting for a taxi outside of a hotel, and when the taxi pulled up, he told the valet attendant who was walking us to the car, that he wanted to drive the white couple behind us. *CONTINUED IN THE COMMENTS*
My little snuggle bug, I feel beyond blessed to be your mama! I had the most perfect day today! I love you I love you I love you forever and always. 💐😘🥰 Thank you all for the calls, texts, DMs, Facetimes ... it truly made my 1st Mother’s day a special one!!
👼🏼 Xander Wolf - Born April 9th at 11:31pm! My heart exploded the moment I saw your handsome little face ❤️ I’ll be sharing my birth story on my blog soon! Link will be in my bio - swipe for cuteness
30 day count down till we get to meet this baby boy!! I couldn’t be more excited, even through all the obstacles we are having to face right now, nothing can dim the excitement we have to meet our little guy!! 🥰Stay safe and healthy everyone! P.S. I THINK we might have finally chose his name!! ☺️
The first time I shot a gun was when I was 12 years old. It was a 12 gauge, and it put me on my ass 😂 Anyways, here I am with a 20 gauge. Shot 50 out of 50 clays. NBD! 🤪
Feels like summers over on the east coast! 🥺
Let me say first: I LOVE BEING A MOTHER. You never know what true love is until you become a parent..
But I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t sometimes miss my old life, pre-motherhood. I miss not worrying. I miss having alone time. I feel like I’m a bad listener because one of my ears is always listening for my son. I miss sleeping with two eyes shut instead of one. My days consist of counting how many wet diapers my baby makes, feedings around the clock and googling everything to do with babies to make sure I’m doing it “right.” Motherhood is hands down the hardest job I’ve ever had. “You can miss your old life, and still love your baby so much” and it’s exactly how I feel. This picture was from one of my favourite shoots a few years back. Baby free 😅 #motherhood#motherhoodjourney#guiltfreemotherhood