Bedey Boy
Smile, Though Your Heart Is Breaking
If I come out of the other side of this learning one thing, it’s to truly appreciate what I do have, to enjoy the moments that make me smile and keep me going each day. Like the love Dan has for the boys and myself. Connor’s refusal to ever grow up. Completed projects. And interruptions
Making The T-Shirt Fit The Crime
It all started so innocently. A bit of afternoon painting to fill up the time in between coming home from preschool and eating dinner. Sounds great right? Whatever could go wrong. Allow me to present a photo essay of what could go wrong: Declan likes to consider himself a post-modern impressionist. He decided he needed … Continue reading
Welcoming The Early Stages Of Insanity
Yesterday I sat down and sorted a pack of sprinkles into colours. It didn’t occur to me until Dan asked what the hell I was doing that this might be a little strange, I just didn’t want the decorations on my cupcakes to clash. The day that I’d planned to make Declan’s cupcakes for his … Continue reading
Best Laid Plans
Dan and I decided to have a business meeting (as much as you can call us scribbling away at notepads and drinking coffee a business meeting) at an indoor playground yesterday. In hindsight, I do not recommend it. One grumpy one year old, and one hyperactive three year old (that has no concept of fear … Continue reading
And Breathe.
The festivities are over for another year and we came out of it relatively unscathed. Once again I learned the hard lesson that the kids really couldn’t care less about whether the honeycomb set properly, whether the tags matched the wrapping paper or whether we left out oats or carrots for Rudolf. They (and my … Continue reading
Not Such A Happy Christmas
Last night was Declan’s Preschool Christmas Pageant. He’s been practicing the songs for weeks, he had the actions down perfectly and spent all Friday afternoon telling me about Santa coming to visit preschool that evening. The whole family was excited about it and we’d even dragged the in laws along for the event. I’m sure … Continue reading
Still Trying To Send Me To An Early Grave
Yesterday Declan had a seizure at preschool. He was full of the joys of spring when I dropped him off. Three hours later we got a phone call saying to come in immediately as he’d started having convulsions during lunch. For some reason it shook me up a lot more than the previous ones have, … Continue reading
The Shrine Of Disney
Before I had kids I promised a lot of things, no dummies (lasted 6 days!), no crazy flashing light up musical toys (my eldest wasn’t even born before we started collecting them!) and a minimal amount of characters. I’m not sure what my issue with characters is. I think partially it’s the difference between a … Continue reading
My Kid Is Awesome
Declan announced, right as we were doing the whole “give Daddy a kiss and say goodnight routine” that he had to draw a picture before he went to bed. One thing I have learned from raising my spirited child is to pick and chose my battles. He already had a pen in hand so I … Continue reading
The One Where My Eldest Takes Another Ten Years Off My Life
A few months ago Declan was sick, running a high fever and climbed into my lap for some cuddles. Literally the moment he settled there his arms bolted out from his body, his neck lost all tension and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. The following hours after that are a blur, … Continue reading
