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.
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.
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.
Dear Son #2, I have three boys that are all 20 months apart in age. They have more energy than a pack of Huskies who have been chugging Red Bulls all day, more attitude than a house full of teenagers without Internet, more mood changes than one of those Mood Rings in a mall candy dispenser and more daring,… Continue reading To my sweet, gentle middle child.
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