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.
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…
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.
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 #1, Two years ago everything stopped. Suddenly, mercilessly and injected with an immense amount of fear, it all stopped. It was as if Gru had taken his Freeze Ray gun thing to the world and left us all standing there in place, blinking in panic but unable to react appropriately or even at… Continue reading But you remember.
Dear Son #1, #2, & #3, You know your Mommy and Daddy, we're always up for trying new things and we like to encourage you to do the same, otherwise life is just far too boring. In hindsight maybe it would have been a more relaxing summer if we hadn't have spontaneously bought a 100-acre… Continue reading It was all so new.
Dear Son #1, I can’t believe you’re six years old already, I know I say that every year but it’s true. It honestly felt like yesterday that you almost arrived on a friend’s couch 2 ½ weeks early. The couch has since found a new home to my understanding, and I have always wondered if… Continue reading Kids’ birthday parties—worse than wind chimes and horses. Combined.
Dear Son #1 & #2, You know exactly what movie I'm talking about from this title alone. Because we watch too much TV? Possibly. Because we’ve seen this movie seven times? Probably. Because it’s the best movie ever? Most definitely. *** I do not speak for Alexander who will claim that Paw Patrol: The Movie… Continue reading Silenzio, Bruno!
Dear Son #1, #2, & #3, I’ve been known as “Mommy” for almost six years now and the other day when you all learned my name and started yelling “AMY!!”—followed by fits of giggles—it really threw me through a loop. Not only because I strive not to have the same relationship with you as Homer… Continue reading Let’s be true for just a moment. And read “Little Women”.
Dear Son #1, #2, & #3, It’s been the little things, hasn’t it? The little things that have kept us reasonably sane these last 15 months. The little things that we’ve had to look forward to. The little things that have morphed themselves into big things. All of a sudden, we lost play dates, grandparent visits,… Continue reading When the little things become the big things.
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