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, Happy New Year!! I hope you enjoyed New Year's Eve since we put you to bed at 7:30 then rang in the new year with friends. Better than all five of us being tired and testy New Year's Day at least. A popular thing to do at New Years'… Continue reading I have a dream. Or actually just a few intentions.
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 #1, #2, & #3, Last week our pool turned green. A mixture of sweltering temperatures, the chlorinator running out of chlorine and being away for the weekend and VOILA! One gorgeous, goopy swamp was born. We attacked it right away with enough chemical to probably sterilize an entire lake and got it from… Continue reading On going to the pool store.
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, 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.
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