When the toddler woke up at 7 a.m. this morning, I bounced out of bed and greeted him immediately. I did not turn down the monitor and lie in an sniffly miserable allergy-induced stupor for 10 minutes before retriving him.
Then I totally didn’t drag his ass back to bed with me, praying he would lie next to me and sleep.
I definitely didn’t long for the days of breastfeeding, when I could give him the boob and lure him back to sleep.
I made him a hot and varied breakfast that was way more exciting than OJ, toast, and apple slices
When he was finished breakfast, I turned on the TV and let him watch Treehouse while I read archives of Amalah.com on my phone began a rousing and educational activity
I’m Heather Laura Clarke. I’m journalist and blogger in beautiful Nova Scotia, I have a 10-year-old son and an 8-year-old daughter, I married my high school sweetheart, and this is the story of my handmade life.
Whether I’m working on my novel, decorating a room, busting out my power tools to build furniture, getting muddy in the pottery studio, sewing clothes for my kids, or cross-stitching a swear word, I’m all about using my creativity to craft a life I love.