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.
Dear Son #1, #2, and #3, There's a lot of talk in our house about what's mine, what's ours, what's yours, what's his, what used to be his but now it's not because it was traded...and usually it's in reference to something insanely important like a Hot Wheels car, a piece of Lego or, yes, a… Continue reading The Farm Life is Our Life.
Dear Sons #1, #2, & #3, Happy New Year! Happy 2024! No, you did not stay up until midnight. No, you did not get copious amounts of candy or chocolate or chips or pop just because it was New Years' Eve. And no, you're not going to be taught about "new years resolutions" or "new… Continue reading New Year. New You? No Way!
Dear Son #3, I’m not a super Hallmark soul. I don’t cry with commercials, movies or books very often. It takes a lot to offend me, I am more than happy to tell it like it is and I resort to humor in most, if not all, situations. When I say “I’m fine” it usually… Continue reading Hallmark Soul.
Oh William. How can it be that you are six years old today? It literally seemed like last week when you unceremoniously popped out of me, bruised, battered but oh so quiet compared to the other loud babies in the hospital. You spent the night curled up next to me, whimpering slightly but other than… Continue reading Let’s Keep Chatting.
Dear Son #1, #2, & #3, Well, the dream has finally come alive. We have chickens and farm life is officially complete because I don't want cows, pigs or horses. In May, six terrified chickens arrived in our coop and for weeks we were obsessively checking for eggs in anticipation. It wasn't until June sometime… Continue reading With a cluck cluck here.
Dear Son #1, A couple of years ago we were told that you needed to wear glasses and so you picked out a cool "lava" pair which you thought were the coolest. Which they were. After a couple of days at school and a couple of kids laughing at you (Really? We're still making fun… Continue reading You are you.
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.
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