Dear Son #2, Wow. My dear sweet William. I can’t believe you’re three years old today. And still have all of your limbs intact. Daddy and I agree that you are the good child. Sorry Pieter and Alexander but your brother is the easiest for us when it comes to “doing life” with you three.… Continue reading Happy Birthday William! Now please watch your step…
Dear Son #1 & #2, We did it. We finished school. And we’re all still alive to talk about it. H-A-L-L-E-L-U-J-A-H! We just finished three months of non-voluntary homeschooling and not only did the experience confirm my decision not to homeschool you on a permanent basis, but it gave me an even greater appreciation for your teachers. Some… Continue reading School’s done for the summer, and I missed your teachers. So much.
Dear Son #1, #2, & #3, "The Bad Cold". It’s everywhere, it’s non-stop, it prohibits us from doing so many things, it’s hurting lots of people and all-in-all it totally sucks. I know, I hear ya. Some good things have come from being locked down for over 3 months though. The earth and all of… Continue reading The greatest thing since toaster waffles.
Dear Son #1, #2, & #3, Last week you found Mommy sitting on the floor in the kitchen crying. Not silent, trying-to-hide tears either. Mommy was full on ugly crying. Red face, sweaty and lots of snot. While there’s absolutely nothing shameful in Mommy having a good cry on the not-at-all-clean kitchen floor on a Tuesday… Continue reading This is why I’m crying on the kitchen floor.
“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.
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