While suffering at home alone with Toddler of Terror yesterday, I cheerfully “bucked up” and cooked a three-couse meal that included a salad course. I would never hand my toddler a cup of juice and the bag of Teddy Grahams and collapse back onto the couch.
When the four-course meal Teddy Grahams got crushed into the couch cushions and sprinkled across the hardwood floors, and failed to satisfy the toddler, I jumped up and whipped together a second healthy meal. I would never resort to feeding my child a dinner of milk, a buttered roll, and a bowl of blackberries and raspberries.
When the toddler got fussy, I certainly didn’t take the lazy route and just pop a soother in his mouth and cuddle him on the couch with me while watching Legally Blonde 2.
I kept my darling boy up with me until the last minute, savouring every minute with him. I definitely didn’t put him to bed 25 minutes early, just because my head COULDN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE. Oh no.
I’m Heather Laura Clarke. I’m journalist and blogger in beautiful Nova Scotia, I have a 11-year-old son and a nine-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.