We went some places, and did some things, and we all grew up a little. Plus some big news, that you might have to dig through the post for (but not really).
Image credit: DodgertonSkillhause | morguefile For those of you who are still unaware, I’m Canadian. If this comes as a shock to you … well, you probably haven’t been reading my blog, because if you had, you’d have noticed that I use the letter U with reckless abandon, plus I talk about living in Canada a […]
Small one, Look at you. A year has passed and like everyone says, it’s been a continual process of learning, growing, moving closer and letting go. The first time we met — as unsure of one another as any two people could be — marked a paradoxical milestone: the start of our lives together and apart. After […]
I’m thinking one post a week might be the best I can hope for at the moment. Time keeps getting away from me and although I’ve been trying to write as much as I can, there’s just so much going on and I want to be present for all of it. Also, yesterday was Justin’s […]
New parents have it rough sometimes. Babies cry — a lot. I’ve often found myself thinking it’d be so much easier if the small one could just tell me why she’s upset. Then I could fix the problem and everything would be wonderful, right? Wrong. Journalist Laura Moser, whose daughter Claudia you might remember from the hilarious viral photo of […]
This was my mantra today. Small one is going through a clingy phase, which I thought was mostly over (and to be fair it hasn’t been as bad as it was in the summer), but it continues. Plus, her naps are inexplicably getting shorter and harder to make happen. And bedtime isn’t great either … […]
When the small one was born, the hospital sent us home with a whack of information: pamphlets on everything from breastfeeding, to post-partum exercise, to lists of mum and baby drop-ins across our region. They even gave us a DVD: the “purple crying video”, which they emphasized we should watch right away. We were excited, thinking it’d […]
I feel like we might be taking this whole personal branding thing a bit too far. Has it really gotten to the point where we’re trying to live out our promised Warholian 15 minutes of fame via our children?