Our daughter is all registered for primary in September and with that comes a flurry of meetings and orientation sessions for both of us.
Even though I went through all of this two years ago with our son, I was surprised by a few of the āprimary readinessā tidbits Iād forgotten.
Iād forgotten that scissors training was a thing. Sure, my daughter knows how to use scissors ā heck, she has her own hot glue gun ā but is she on par with her peers? Can she cut straight lines and wavy lines and, I donāt know, corners?
There was also a discussion on developing fine motor skills. Several of the primary teachers said building with Legos and doing puzzles were two great fine motor activities and that using Play-Doh strengthens the muscles in their little hands.
Who knew that was something to be considered? Not me, for sure. (Iām famous for getting fed up every few months with the dried-up cans of crumbly Play-Doh and throwing it all in the garbage, only to re-buy fresh stuff once Iāve forgotten about the mess.)
Incoming Primary students need to be able to do it all solo, from unbuttoning and unzipping to wiping, flushing and washing their hands. No problems there, but I did make a note not to dress our daughter in her cute little rompers for school. Full-on nudity in the school bathroom is probably not ideal.Ā
Iād thought I was ahead of the game for this one, since our daughter can print all nine letters of her name without a problem. But Iād forgotten the first thing they learn in Primary is to start their name with an uppercase letter and make the rest of the letters lowercase.Ā
So, over the last couple of weeks, weāve been breaking her habit of using a mixture of uppercase and lowercase letters (āCHArlottEā) and writing in sentence form instead (āCharlotteā). She is not pleased because lowercase eās are more difficult (theyāre often upsidedown and backwards), but I know this practice will help her immensely when September rolls around.Ā
The teachers kept stressing not to send your child in sneakers with laces if they couldnāt tie their own shoes, and I kept wondering why anyone would think that was a good idea.Ā
They said to make sure indoor and outdoor shoes have velcro or those stretchy coiled laces that donāt need to be tied. (Iāve bought ours at Payless and theyāre worth every penny when you canāt find a pair of velcro shoes you like.)
Our daughterās fine for taking her shoes on and off, but sheās terrible about mixing up her left and right. She gets it wrong 100 per cent of the time. This summer weāve got to work on this, because otherwise sheās likely to end up with permanently misshapen feet.
Later in the summer, when we get her a fall jacket, weāll also work on making sure she can zip and unzip without help.Ā
Iām all about custom labels. Our son, whoās currently in Grade 1, has only lost one water bottle and one glove. (He was devastated both times.) The water bottle was mysteriously found almost a full year later, by a classmate, at a totally different venue in town. Thanks to his name label, we got it back. It was a strange, unexpected reunion. The glove was not labeled and never found.Ā
Everything that goes to school gets labeled — Iāve already ordered a fresh batch of Mabelās Labels for both kids — but that doesnāt mean a kid automatically knows what stuff is theirs. The teachers said we should make sure our children can spot their name, whether itās on a worksheet or a desk label, and know which backpacks, coats, shoes, etc. belong to them.
They also need to know how to open/close their water bottles, thermoses and any other containers you might pack in their lunch. We bought an easy-open thermos thatās still going strong almost two years later, so look for products designed for young children. (Apparently my son loves opening his friendsā thermoses at their lunch table.)
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Weāre all excited for our girl to head off to Primary, and itās going to feel like a long summer as we count down until the big day. With a bit of practice — especially with letter e — we know sheāll get off to a great start.


Then I dipped a brush into a light grey paint (“Putty” by Fusion Mineral Paint) and went over the whole crate.
I wasn’t going for full coverage because I wanted it to look casual and farmhouse-y, of course.
Then I put a smidgen of black paint (“Coal Black” by Fusion Mineral Paint) on a clean brush and very, very lightly dry-brushed the wood — focusing especially on the edges — to make it look dirty and interesting.

To add the letters, I used a dab of No More Nails on the back of each one.




“I do not haz too many toys. I haz too few.”

“Hmmm, what do I want to play with today? The Happy Meal stuffy? Or the OTHER Happy Meal stuffy? Or the stuffy I stole from the human children? So many decisionz.”
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Then I took a good friend into Halifax last night for the opening of “Art” at Neptune Theatre. It was about 80 minutes long (no intermission) and, as always, I was so impressed.
This weekend we’ve got a basketball workshop for D, a birthday party for C to attend, and Mother’s Day of course.
(I bought myself an oversized hardcore tea mug and handed it to my family — pretending to “forget” about it immediately — so I’m pretty excited about opening that up.)
Happy Mother’s Day to all of my lovely mamas out there, and thank you, as always, for reading.
xo
Disclosure: We received products from Giant Gazillion Bubbles to play with and review, but all opinions (and suspicious brown dogs) are our own.
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The kids have been really into scootering (scooting?) on the driveway lately, so I’ll draw a windy twisty-turny line that they have to follow.
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Next we tried the Gazillion Giant Bubble Mill, which does all the work for you!
Once it was loaded with three AA batteries, I poured some bubble solution into its resevoir, pushed the button, and it began turning like a tiny ferris wheel — spouting bubbles one after another.
It was awesome, and the kids took it all around the yard trying to get the least-windy spot so it could make really big bubbles without them popping.
Annabelle had never seen bubbles before, so she was immediately suspicious.
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It’s been raining her ALL WEEK and it’s also freezing cold. (I retired my actual winter coat on principle, but I’m still wearing a puffy jacket so I can stand waiting at the bus stop.)
It’s a good thing the playhouse has a roof* because I’ll be sending the kids outside later for some much-needed fresh air and a snack.
*Just remembered the roof is now gone because WIND and SO MUCH WIND.**
**They’re still going out.
Yes, you read that correctly. “Summer” vacation. In April/May. In Canada. *cue the whomp-whomp sound effect*
This is a post about shift-work life and freelance life, and how they merge together to create beginning-of-spring vacations where only one person is actually on vacation.
(Spoiler alert: That person is not me.)
Since Darling Husband is a lead (team leader/boss) but near the bottom of the seniority list, he doesn’t get to take vacation during the summer like a normal person might. So every year he takes some time in the spring — usually the kids’ birthdays, and sometimes our anniversary — and also Halloween.
So how do we spend these vacation weeks?
I work, a lot more than usual, since he’s here to be with the kids, drive them where they need to go, do the pick-ups, etc.
Not exactly the “vacation” you’d see on Pinterest, am I right?
I’ve been freelancing from home since D was born, almost seven years ago, so it’s always difficult to find enough hours in the day to work. Darling Husband being home means I can take on extra projects, and turn things around more quickly — freeing me up for even more work.
And so I worked.
Work-at-home lunch for the freelancer on a deadline? Cold chicken, Coke-bottle gummies, and Tylenol. š pic.twitter.com/Xf8I1vshulā Heather Laura Clarke (@HFXHeather) April 27, 2017
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And worked.
I think I’m going to start an official list of “always-stand-me-up” people so I remember to refuse future projects. #writerproblemsā Heather Laura Clarke (@HFXHeather) May 4, 2017
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And worked.
ā… Anyway, Iāve gotta go write my face off.ā <—– a thing I just said š #writerlifeā Heather Laura Clarke (@HFXHeather) May 3, 2017
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And while I worked, Darling Husband played many games of UNO, did a lot of work in the backyard (sodding, building a little deck in front of the shed), and … well, I’m not sure what else, since I was IN MY BASEMENT PRISON. A tea-drinking writer-monkey, headset in place, typity-typing away all the live-long day.
He went back to work on Sunday after his few weeks off, and I was almost glad to see him go. Not because I haven’t enjoyed having him here (although the constant video-gaming is JUST A TAD ANNOYING), but because it meant I was partially freed from my basement office prison.
Cooking? Cleaning? Driving kids around? Kind of a reprieve, in some ways. At least those tasks don’t involve being glued to two computer monitors in the basement from 8 a.m. onward.
Of course, there’s also a glorious freedom — freedom to WORK — in having him around all of the time. Now I’m back to the juggling game of trying to schedule interviews and meet deadlines while also dealing with the kidsĀ + their various schedules.
(Is it wrong that I’m already counting down to September 7 when BOTH kids will be in elementary school all day? I’m dreaming of having six hours to work, all alone, every weekday — and then hopefully having non-work time in the late afternoons when we can hang out together or go somewhere fun.)
What about me, you might ask? Nope, no vacation time. Being a freelancer, I could technically take time off whenever I felt like it, if it wasn’t for the small fact that I DON’T GET PAID IF I DON’T WRITE ALL THE WORDS.
I worked quite happily up at my dad’s house last summer, during our Ontario trip, and will likely do the same thing this year.
I took on less work than usual, of course, so I still had lots of pool time. But I really don’t have the desire to take more than a few days off at a time — for financial reasons (and reputation/reliability reasons) but also because it would stress me out.
So that was our “summer” vacation — and, honestly, it wasn’t that bad.
We’re not devastated that we don’t have real summer vacation time like a lot of professionals. It’s not like we would go on any crazy trips or do a ton of beach-y things that require having two straight weeks off in July or August. This is our “normal” — even though it’s strange.
We like our life and our routines, and — as I like to remind myself when I feel a twinge of jealousy over someone else’s vacation plans — we’ve created a life that we don’t need a vacation from.*
*Except I wouldn’t turn down an all-expenses-paid trip. Don’t get me wrong.