“Happy Mother’s Day!” That was what you were supposed to wake me up with yesterday (preferably along with breakfast, homemade cards in hand, and at 9 am). But hey, “Mommy I pooed” at 7 am works too. That’s okay, you’re pretty young still and actually don’t know what Mother’s Day is so no worries. You… Continue reading This Mother’s Day, I don’t want to spend it with you. Don’t be offended.

Dear Son #2,   Being a Mom of three boys, I sometimes come across young and carefree individuals who are on the fence about whether they should have children or not. On the one side of the fence you have a life of freedom, financial stability, and sleep. Oh glorious sleep. On the other side of… Continue reading The story of the fence and the squashed muffin.

Dear Son #1, #2, & #3,   Well, it’s been a weird four weeks hasn’t it? One minute I’m trying to figure out ways to hold onto a shred of my sanity for the upcoming March Break and the next minute the world closes! Schools, stores, gyms, daycares, playgrounds, libraries - all of it shut down and… Continue reading The certainties surrounding this very uncertain time.

Dear Son #3, Happy Birthday! The big number one is finally here and I’m honestly feeling relieved that you made it because being the third boy in this crazy brood CANNOT be an easy job. And all with a big happy grin on your face. Dude, I salute you. Right off the start you were thrown… Continue reading Happy first birthday Alexander, I’m so glad you made it.

Dear Son #1, #2, & #3,   On your wedding day it is customary to make a speech and thank all of the wonderful people in your life that have contributed to the amazing person you are today and please for my sake try not to have too many beers before you make this speech. While… Continue reading It takes a village, especially a library.

Dear Son #1, So the other night I was headed to bed and went in to check on you boys before hitting the much needed hay myself. When I walked in to your room I smelt it. That distinct, distinguishable, oh so dangerous smell. Vomit. Yay. When I signed up to be a Mom I… Continue reading The lifecycle of bacon.

Dear Son #1, #2, & #3,   As you know, from being told multiple times as a reason to stop jumping on me when I’m lying on the couch, Mommy has been sick for over a week now with Pneumonia. A nasty sickness that – for lack of better phrase – has kicked Mommy's arse. Do you… Continue reading Mommy’s sick…Woot let’s party!

Dear Son #1, #2 & #3,  Happy New Year my darling boys! I don’t know about you but I am oh-so-happy that the holidays are over. It was fun. It was magical. We made some memories.   But I am EX-HAUS-TED. Let me tell you why.  As a Mom, everyone always tells you that Christmas is the… Continue reading 10 Reasons why I am overjoyed the holidays are over.

Dear Son #1, #2, & #3,  Merry Christmas my boys! The big day is almost here, the wait is finally over! Santa comes tonight and yes, you’ve been good boys so I’ve put in a good word for you. I’ve also put together a little Christmas song for you, hope you like it!  On the… Continue reading The 12 Days of Motherhood.

Dear Son #3, We’ve established that being the third child kinda sucks. Hand-me-down clothes, pre-chewed toys, a lot of waiting around for meals, older brothers asserting the pecking order, much less coddling, and most definitely no baby book. It’s sad but true, it’s not that we don’t love you any less it’s just we’re plain out of time,… Continue reading Ho Ho How much?!?