Time for a change. 

Pregnant me teaching a Mom and Tot class.

I am changing the name of my blog. If you haven’t already noticed, My Hole in the Head is now The Dancing Mommy

I needed a change to kick me in the ass and keep up with blogging. I wanted a name for my blog and my YouTube channel that gave a clue to what this is all about.

I started out writing this blog and doing videos as a way to try and organize my life. Do little organizational projects and blog/vlog about them. Well, that didn’t really pan out. I’m still trying to be organized but I’m not good at keeping things up. As obvious by the length of time between blog posts.

My Hole in the Head was a name I put on this blog because I was so busy I needed something else to do like “a hole in the head”.

I really think tIMG_4066he new name will help me be a little more focused on what I’m about these days. My kids, and all things mommy related. I have a 4 1/2 year old boy and a 14 month old girl.
My love of finding a good bargain. It could be sales or thrift shopping, the hunt for a good deal is the best part. And dance. I am after all a dance teacher and choreographer, I can’t leave that out.

Also, the balance of running a business, teaching classes, being a stay at home mom (I know that doesn’t really make sense. I’m home with the kids in the day, and teach in the evenings), being a choreographer, and keeping up general house stuff IS a dance it’s self.

That’s it, The Dancing Mommy.  Now other things just might creep in, but that’s the general idea.

Dancing in “Jesus Christ Superstar” at 6 months pregnant.
Bubs showing off while I’m giving notes after dress rehearsal of “Oz”. Little V was born a week later.


Very Last Minute Halloween Costumes

So it’s Halloween night and the kids are in their costumes all ready to go trick or treating and they look at you and say, “Mommy,where’s your costume?”  Crap! They want me in a costume too! You’re about to head out the door and you need a costume!

Here are some costumes that you can literally pull out of your closet. No making anything or intricate make up. My lovely friend Jessicah helped me out with this. Thanks babe, I owe ya one.

Hogwarts student. 

Because I’m a dork, I have the tie and the scarf. But you really could just use a solid tie. We just used a black or grey skirt, a black or grey cardigan and a white shirt. You could do tights or knee socks and black shoes. Grab a stick from the backyard for a wand and done. We actually forgot the wand for the picture, what were we thinking?!?!

50’s Housewife

Even easier. A full skirt a tight sweater or blouse, an apron, some pearls and heels. Done and done. Extra points for a martini and cigarette. Lol.

Holly Golightly-Breakfast at Tiffanys

This one is just a black dress, black heels, some black gloves, big sunglasses and pearls. Put you hair in a bun with a tiara or sparkly headband or even a rhinestone broach. Extra points for take out coffee cup and a Tiffany bag or box.

Rosie the Reviter


This one is super easy and comfortable! Just a denim shirt and jeans or even better, coveralls, a red bandana around your head and some black boots. Done. “We Can Do It”.


I feel like this is the easiest. Jeans, a plaid shirt, some cowboy boots, a banana, cowboy hat and some cute braids. Done.


I realize not everyone is going to have a coin hip scarf in their closet, I used to be a belly dancer. A square scarf or shawl will do the trick. With a long skirt, flowy top, a head scarf and a tonne of jewelry. Done. I suggest wearing boots, I thought it looked good with bare feet. But I wasn’t going anywhere.

I hope this gives you some ideas for a no fuss, out of your closet Halloween costume. Hope you all have a great Halloween weekend.🎃

And I’m off.

Ok, time to get back at it….

I haven’t written a post since August. That’s almost three months. What’s up slacker! (That’s me yelling at myself). So here is the short version of the story of why I haven’t posted a blog post (or a video) in what feels like a decade….I’m tired. That’s it. No big life changing event that has kept me from my computer. Nope, I’m just so damn tired all the time that typing seems like a workout. And if you know me at all, I don’t workout. 

I know what you’re thinking, yeah we are all tired. I’m not saying I’m the most tired anyone has ever been, I’m mom tired. Although I did find my keys in the fridge and the butter in the cutlery drawer. 

My brain doesn’t work, I feel cross eyed, and I haven’t showered in 4 days. Normal mommy stuff. 

I have a 4 year old who isn’t in pre school or anything, I’m home in the day so there is no need. I also have a 9 month old who still doesn’t sleep through the night. I teach dance classes three evenings a week and run a business, the dance studio. So, I’m tired. 

Having all of that said, I really want/need to get back at blogging and making videos because I need something for me. So this is me hiting the restart button. Here we go. 

And I’m off. 

My Busy, Crazy, Insane year. 

The end is nigh. Meaning the end of the summer theatre season. My husband runs a theatre festival during the month of July.  Let me explain…This past 10 months have  probably been the busiest of our married lives. I’ll start back in September 2015, my husband started auditions for “Jesus Christ Superstar”, the fall production for Off Broadway Players, he was the director and I was the choreographer. We are a great team, with musicals and otherwise. At this point I was 4 months pregnant and have a 3 year old and teaching dance classes and running my dance studio. 

S, my husband, was in rehearsals a lot. The show was the end of November, we had about 10 weeks to put it all together. Not bad considering we’ve done shows in half that time. I was running my rehearsals too, but he was gone to rehearsal any night I wasn’t teaching so we saw very little of each other.

 We were also both in the show as well, so there were quite a lot of babysitters and asking grandparents to come stay for a while. Neither of us have family living close by. Let me just say that dancing in a show at 6 months pregnant and sick all the time takes some major acting chops to not look as miserable as I felt. Unfortunately, there isn’t an Acadamy Award for that. 

Me in my “King Harod” number costume.
Me and my Roman Guards
Me ans my fellow temple prostitutes. Yes,I was a pregnant prostitute.

Once we closed that show,it was on to the next. The next show was actually mine, he held down the fort for a little while. But he was already in meetings for his next project, I’ll get to that. 

My dance studio, Dance Studio West, did Oz. 

An all dance version of The Wizard of Oz done to modern music. Thankfully I wasn’t in this one as well, because I was 36weeks pregnant.

My Wicked Witch of the West and her henchman
Mr Bubbers enjoying the stage while i give notes after dress rehearsal

Then, one week later….

Baby V was born. 

So, you’d think that would be it. Take some time to recover and get used to our new addition to our family. Not so much. 

S was asked a long time ago to direct the opening ceremonies of the Canada Special Olymics Winter Games that were being held in Corner Brook. And guess who was choreographing it? So the next 4 weeks was a blur of trying to get help to run rehearsals until I could move, a very busy husband and figuring out life with a newborn and a three year old. We pulled it off! And it went great!

Then we took three weeks and took off to Florida! A break we really needed, but it was right back at it as soon as we got back. 

My year end show was next. The big annual recital for the whole studio. Crazy times. 

“Pour Some Sugar On Me”

That’s not all! Then my husband was directing Grease with the school where he teaches, and you guessed it, I was choreographing. 

By the first of June, the studio was closed and I was finished work for the summer. Ahhhh….summer. Time for a break. Not so much. S and two friends of ours run a theatre festival for the month of July called Stage West Theatre Festival. So I choreographed the musical Ruthless, and S directed it as well as two other shows. I was a theatre widow for most of June and July. 

Soldiers Heart

Tonight the festival closes. We will be heading out of town for a month of holidays.  It’s been the busiest, craziest, stressfu-est, year. 

Now it’s done! And so am I.  
And I’m off!

A Tale of Two Mommies

My best friend and I had babies two months apart. We have been best friends for years, we also work together (she’s a dancer and teacher). We are so alike in so many ways, we have similar tastes and interests. But there is one area of our lives where we are completely different, as mommies. 

She is a first time mom and her baby was most definitely a surprise. She had a boy by natural birth, at the end of November and he’s just precious.  

 I had Baby V by c-section (that was planned for February 2nd, but she decided differently) the end of January. She is my second baby, planned, and Bubs will be 4 next month (I can’t believe it!).   

She is a breastfeeding mom, therefore she has to take him pretty much wherever she goes. I’m a formula feeding mom and my husband can feed her just as easily as I can. So I can go to class and he takes care of both children. My friend brings her baby to work, which is amazing to watch her teach dance with the baby in a wrap, and sometimes even feeding at the same time! She’s incredible.  

Just hanging out at the dance studio. 

She is also cloth diapering. Which I think is awesome. But I can’t imagine having more laundry than I already have. Especially since Bubs still isn’t getting the whole pooping in the potty thing. I’m dealing with enough crap as it is. Lol. I order my diapers from Honest Company. They are just so cute!

Up until recently my friend was co-sleeping with her baby. It made it easier for night feedings. He’s doing great in his crib now. Baby V slept in a bassinet until she was 12 weeks, which was last week, and now sleeps in her crib, ALL NIGHT! 10 hours straight! There wouldn’t be room for her in our bed anyway, Mr Bubs comes in with us in the night. We might need a king bed soon….

As much as out parenting styles are different we both agree it’s whatever works and gets you through. There is definitely no “right” way, ya just do what ya gotta do!

And I’m off!

Mommy’s Adventures are Funny…The Next  Day….After a few Glasses of Wine. 

Yesterday was the first day of being home with both kids that I can say was a doozy. Not only was it a challenging parent day, but I also have a cold and a bad back. I actually hurt my back 3 years ago and it’s been a battle ever since. I’ve been a dancer for most of my life and I end up hurting my back putting away laundry, go figure.

So my back has been acting up and I woke up with a cold. Awesome. This is how my day played out…

These are the events that happened Friday in no particular order-it’s funny…….now.  

They are cute here…..

 Note: I have a cold and my back is killing me. 

1. Mr Bubbers goes pee pee and decides he’d rather try to hit the flush box than the water. 

2. Baby V is being fussy so I put her in the wrap and immediately spits up all down the inside of my shirt. 

3. Bubs doesn’t want to eat when I’m in the kitchen but waits until I’m trying to get Baby V to nap to yell at me he wants pizza. 

4. Bubs goes pee pee and walks away from the toilet while he’s still peeing. I have baby V in the wrap and she’s crying at the time so cleaning that up was hard with the bad back then Bubs starts crying because I didn’t let him haul all the Lysol wipes out of the container. 

5. Baby V shits everywhere just when S has to leave again. He did come home and take both kids to the grocery store for an hour. I needed it. 

6. I try to get the bath out to but shitty baby in for a wash and Bubs literally under my feet because “he wants to do it”. 

7. I try and get him to get me the face cloth and towel for Baby V but he just wants to pour water in the tub and doesn’t get it why I don’t want him to pour water over her head. 

8. Just when I get baby V dried off, Bubs wants watermelon in the bed. I get it for him in a bowl and a fork and cover him in a towel. He still gets it all over him and the bed. 

9. He wants his shirt off and I’m trying to feed Baby V so he tries to take it off himself and gets frustrated and starts crying. Smooth. 

10. Bubs has to pee pee, so I try and put away bath toys while he’s peeing. I turn around to see him putting a towel in the toilet with his pee then takes off into the bedroom dragging it behind him. 

11. I left Bubs in our bedroom watching Mickey Mouse while I was rocking baby V to sleep in her room. I went out to my room and found Bubs on the bed with the entire tin of cookies he made with the babysitter. 

Needless to say, we slept in watermelon and cookie crumbs. Here’s to the weekend and an entire Saturday with my husband home. I wish I could just stay in bed all day. 

And I’m off. 

The Breastfeeding fight. 

My little darling girl is now two weeks old and is the sweetest little thing since Mr.Bubbers. 

Like when I had him, I had every intention to breast feed. I mean that’s what boobs are for, how hard could it be? Well let me tell you, for me it is beyond hard and I pretty much lost my mind. 

Let me go back a bit to 2012 when my beautiful baby boy was born. I was in labour for 28 hours followed by a fever, an infection and an emergency c-section. So needless to say, motherhood for me started out rocky. After he was born the fight began. I had two nurses holding my boobs, another one holding my baby, another trying to get him to latch (btw if I ever hear the word “latch” again it will do me in). Plus, I had an IV and getting antibiotics every couple of hours and a horde of student nurses coming in and out staring at me like I was a side show act. 

I tried to get him to latch for three months. I mostly pumped and fed him from a bottle. It was exhausting and painful, physically and emotionally.

 I saw friends of mine just whip their boob out and feed their baby like they would check their phone for messages. With no effort, without a second thought. Why was it so hard for me? After dealing with blocked ducts multiple times and mastitis twice I gave up. I couldn’t take it anymore. 

Now, I’m dealing with it all over again. I was optimistic with baby girl. I thought “different baby, might be easier, she might just take to me no problem”. Not so much. 

The hospital situation was much easier. I guess since I had been through it before they didn’t feel they had to put the pressure on me. Plus, baby girl was definitely more eager to latch on. The nurses even said her latch was fine. There’s that word again…shutter…  Anyway, she just wouldn’t suck, not hard enough anyway. But the pain was still there. Oh the pain! I might as well had razor blades slicing at me nipples. 

So here I am, two and a half weeks in and I’m done. I can’t deal with it, I’m too old for this. Plus having a three year old who is not letting me do what I’d like to, eg.sleep. 

I’m not torturing myself anymore. I have to do what’s good for me. Baby is fine, she’s better than fine, she’s awesome. Now I have to work on me being awesome. Today’s society is all “breast is best” and I’m sure it is, but it’s not best if the mother can’t do it! I’m racked with guilt because I should be breastfeeding. I should try harder. It’s natural. It’s best for baby. I’m losin’ it man!

I decided when I was trying to feed my baby and she ended up with a mouth full of blood because my nipples were bleeding, that I’m done. All the power to nursing mothers everywhere. I wish I could be among you, but it ain’t happening. 
And I’m off!