Please excuse me for a second. I need to find my gingham dress and pinafore, because my four-year-old son has taken to calling me “Mother.” No longer “Mom” or “Mommy.” I am simply MOTHER. It all started because we read a chapter of a… Continue Reading “Hello, my name is "Mother."”
So there was this one time (last week) when I was sent an editorial sample (toy) for review, and may have (definitely did) stay up after my kids went to bed and played with it … you know? I also took pictures, because YEAH!… Continue Reading “Playing with your kids’ toys after they’re sleeping (*Sponsored post*)”
SCENE: This morning at our house BACK STORY: Little D (age three) attends a weekly gymnastics class for three- to five-year-olds (yes, at the same place where I put myself through gymnasticky torture of the adult variety). Anyway, they have a lot of rules… Continue Reading “A Tale of Two Leggings”
Little D attempting to strike up a conversation with a neighbour (who is much too far away to hear him) It’s so hard to believe that just one year ago, D was barely saying a word and had some serious hearing issues. Before those tubes… Continue Reading “He says, I laugh …”
I’m really tired today, so here is a ramble on underwear. I hope it makes sense! One of the best things about having a little boy, I’ve always thought, is buying little-boy underwear. It’s SO CUTE! Even cuter than little-girl underwear. I don’t know… Continue Reading “The mysterious case of the little boy underwear”