Dear Son #1, #2, & #3, I roll my eyes and let out a very audible sigh for the 28th time today. And it's only 8:45 am. The bickering. The constant bickering that you three partake in simply astounds me sometimes. And drives me up the wall all the time. I take a deep breath… Continue reading The Bro Zone.
Frank the Tank.
Dear Son #3, On January 9, 2023 at 10:38 am, I hovered over the "submit" button, took a deep breath, closed my eyes and hit it. You were officially registered to go to school in September. I breathed out slowly and looked over at you, creating a large family of venomous snakes out of Play… Continue reading Frank the Tank.
And the Toilet Brush Award of Excellence goes to…
Dear Son #1, #2, & #3, I gaze at the crowd, eyes shining as bright as the sparkling dress and glistening diamonds that I am wearing. Finally, my moment has come, the day that I have always dreamed about yet am still shocked that I'm at last experiencing it. The crowd has quietened their deafening… Continue reading And the Toilet Brush Award of Excellence goes to…
I have a dream. Or actually just a few intentions.
Dear Son #1, 2 & 3, Happy New Year!! I hope you enjoyed New Year's Eve since we put you to bed at 7:30 then rang in the new year with friends. Better than all five of us being tired and testy New Year's Day at least. A popular thing to do at New Years'… Continue reading I have a dream. Or actually just a few intentions.
Joy to the World.
Dear Son #3, Yesterday, as you hopefully recall, we went to church. As per usual (I blame you and your brothers always) we scuttled in right on time as the pastor greeted us and the worship team began to cue up the music. We found some seats and began to take our coats off as Joy… Continue reading Joy to the World.
The best rollercoaster.
Dear Son #1, From the moment you broke my water three weeks before you were due to the moment earlier today when it was the end of the world you didn't get a sprinkle donut, you've been keeping me on my toes. Your fierce independent nature and severe stubbornness can fill me with pride in… Continue reading The best rollercoaster.
On going to the pool store.
Dear Son #1, #2, & #3, Last week our pool turned green. A mixture of sweltering temperatures, the chlorinator running out of chlorine and being away for the weekend and VOILA! One gorgeous, goopy swamp was born. We attacked it right away with enough chemical to probably sterilize an entire lake and got it from… Continue reading On going to the pool store.
William the Brave.
Dear Son #2, "William, you were so brave my boy" I exclaimed to you in the car as Daddy navigated through the busy downtown Toronto traffic. You looked at me with your big green eyes that were wet with unshed tears, your breath shaky and your face pasty white from both the lingering car sickness… Continue reading William the Brave.
Shock Rattles Local Mother When She Realizes Her Three-Year-Old Can Poop On The Potty After All.
ANGUS, Ontario—Local mother of three boys (who pee everywhere) was shocked last Tuesday when her youngest son, Alexander (3, acts like 33), proceeded to poop on the potty. Many people would not find this news particularly shocking but as reported from his mother, he has spent many months now dramatically claiming that he "will never… Continue reading Shock Rattles Local Mother When She Realizes Her Three-Year-Old Can Poop On The Potty After All.
From Terrible Twos to Thankless Threes.
Dear Son #3 (AKA Baby A), This is it. My journey—our journey actually—is almost over. Some things I'll miss, some things I most definitely won't. It is a well-known fact that the "Terrible Twos" have a reputation for being just that, terrible. Most likely because two is the age where you're not a baby anymore,… Continue reading From Terrible Twos to Thankless Threes.