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.
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, As I wrote this blog post last week, I was upstairs listening to the high-pitched sounds of the "Bumble Gums or the Humble Buns" or something like that — that was coming from downstairs where you, my little William, laid on the couch slowly sipping a Ginger Ale happily… Continue reading Love. It’s all about bodily fluids.
Dear Son #1, #2, & #3, Would you look at that, a beautiful mother/children moment that I had concocted in my imagination did not go to plan. And I’m sorry, it’s not your fault, it’s mine. In my head I had conjured up a beautiful scene of all of us putting up Christmas decorations together,… Continue reading Joy to the world!
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, I had big plans. Huge plans. After the March Break that lasted 545 days, we weren’t letting all of our hard work go down the drain once summer vacation hit. We weren’t going to slack off and forget everything we painstakingly learned throughout the year. I wasn’t going to allow… Continue reading Big plans.