I’d love to be able to promise that it will never happen again, that I’m going to stop everything I’m doing to listen intently or to look at the gross bug he discovered on the sidewalk but I can’t.
Throwing food is therapeutic. Cleaning up the melty cheese is not.
This past week has been one of the hardest parenting weeks I’ve ever endured. Between the stress I’ve been under at work and the emotional weight I felt after leaving Cape Breton on Sunday, both F and I were run ragged. On Tuesday, F had one of the worst meltdowns he’s ever had – and… Continue reading pretending to sleep & parenting
Today, thanks to Kate and the Halifax Hurricanes, I took F to his first ever basketball game. It was the perfect way to spend Valentine’s Day, really, because there was basketball, beer and popcorn. What more does a girl need? Oh yeah, badass women. I had those too. (Lookin’ at you, Kate and Laura!) When… Continue reading on valentines and clothes with the tags still on
The best part of the weekend is the knowledge that each day belongs entirely to us. During the week, our mornings are so hurried. Get up! Breakfast! Where’s your other sock? GET YOUR SNOWPANTS ON WE’RE LAAAAAAATE. It’s true of most households, I’m sure, but it’s exhausting. During the week, our evenings are so short. Homework! Dinner!… Continue reading snuggling on saturday
I knew coming back to Halifax would be less than thrilling for both F and I. After a long holiday in Cape Breton, the thought of the hustle and bustle of the city was anything equally appealing and appalling. We love having lots to do, we just wish the people we love were a little… Continue reading on blanket forts and pancakes
Happy New Year, friends! I realized this afternoon while suffering from the hangover of the year (so glad I got it out of the way early) that I hadn’t celebrated NYE since 2008-2009. So really, my hangover today was making up for seven lost years. No big deal. F attended his first New Year’s Eve… Continue reading and so it begins.