364 days
For the past 364 days, life has burst at the seams almost every day. But tomorrow, we celebrate a whole year of Elliot Mac.
For the past 364 days, life has burst at the seams almost every day. But tomorrow, we celebrate a whole year of Elliot Mac.
While the ball dropped and fireworks sparkled, our calendars rolled over from 2023 to 2024 and the inevitable question was raised: What’s your New Year’s Resolution? I’ve joked a bit that my only resolution is not to get pregnant again, and fortunately I’ve already taken care of that courtesy of an IUD I had inserted… Continue reading another non-resolution year
(Although, that part might be a stretch… in addition to being my last baby, Baby E is also the tiniest.) If you aren’t assaulted by the onslaught of social media shares I’ve dropped in the past four weeks, you might be blissfully unaware that we welcomed our third son on October 3. Elliot Mac flew… Continue reading last but not least
It’s hard for me sometimes to break the mindset of “just get a regular job” because I’ve fooled myself into believing there’s a sense of security behind that steady pay cheque.
The notion that people “let someone else” raise their kids because they send them to daycare is ludicrous.