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.
Dear Son #3, On January 9, 2023 at 10:38 am, I hovered over the "submit" button, took a deep breath, closed my eyes and hit it. You were officially registered to go to school in September. I breathed out slowly and looked over at you, creating a large family of venomous snakes out of Play… Continue reading Frank the Tank.
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