Dear Son #1, Wow, 10-years-old now. People have always told me that once you have kids time flies by so fast and before you blink they're going off to college and all that guilt-inducing talk. And it's true. I cannot believe it's been 10 years. And not to be rude, but I feel like you've… Continue reading A Decade of You ~ Firstborn Edition.
Dear Son #2, As you well know, Obi-Wan Kenobi once said to Anakin Skywalker "Bring balance to the Force, not leave it in darkness!" Spoiler alert: he doesn't quite listen and shortly becomes the one we all know and love; Darth Vader. Let me clarify. No, I don't think you are Anakin Skywalker or Darth… Continue reading Bringing Balance.
hu·mil·i·ty /hyo͞oˈmilədē/noun1. a modest or low view of one's own importance; humbleness. Dear Son #3, I'm proud of you. I probably don't tell you this enough as I'm too busy telling you to not climb unsteady things, jump off high things, put gross things in your mouth, say unsavoury words, pick on your brothers etc.… Continue reading On Being Humble.
Dear Son #1, #2, & #3, Spring is here finally and we are all happier for it. Especially Mommy because Robert Munsch was not lying in Thomas' Snowsuit, every mom hates snowsuit season, the struggle is real. This winter I had goals: Get outside more and just embrace the snow and frigid temps - Nailed… Continue reading The Great Mitt Epidemic of 2025
Dear Son #3,What can I say? You're six-years-old today and never cease to amaze me. I can say, without a doubt, that you are a young man who knows what he wants and also what he doesn't want. You will speak your mind (All. The. Time) and when describing you, I have heard many adjectives… Continue reading The Adjectives of Alexander
Dear Son #1, Daddy's uncle once told me that bigger kids equal bigger problems. At the time, I was up to my elbows in poop and vomit that wasn't my own, enjoying nights where a whole three hours of sleep was something to celebrate, and negotiating with terroris–I mean toddlers on a daily basis. At… Continue reading The Brown Potato and The Red Potatoes.
Dear Son #3, Oh my baby boy. I don't know what it's like to be the youngest and to feel in constant competition with two older brothers. To be told that you're too young, too small, too slow, too immature - it honestly sounds like it sucks. I tell you so many times that you… Continue reading Slow down and smell the Magic Bag.
Dear Son #1, This day snuck up on me buddy, I'm not gonna lie. Well, it didn't really sneak up, I just didn't really think about it too much until I had to. Yesterday you turned nine. Wow. Yikes, the next one's ten. I know you're ready but I'm not sure I am. Maybe I'm… Continue reading Denial.
Dear Son #1, #2, & #3, August 23, 2024. The day we've been training for all year. The Barrie Fair. To outsiders this may seem a bit over-the-top. After all, it's just a local fair that we go to for one day. But to us, it's so much more. Mommy and Daddy have been going… Continue reading Hurling out of the Comfort Zone.
Dear Son #1, Thursday you turned five. Five. I have no idea where that time went but I know that we've had a lot of fun during it. You have never ceased to amaze me in these years with your sense of humour (mildly warped which I can appreciate), your quick comebacks and observations, quirky… Continue reading Five going on 55.
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