We just got back from a week in the frigid prairies, visiting my mom and dad in Regina. (I had forgotten how AWFUL the winters are there. Really, there are no words to describe the horror.
My Grandma and Grandpa used to live in a yellow farm house in small-town Saskatchewan and it had a tire swing in the gully, a big rock we’d have picnics on, and a massive ant hill down the dirt road that we would
School photos. Love them. I know lots of parents boycott them, but every year I shell out the $20 to get a few prints made and mail them out to far-away loved ones.
All three of our girls sucked at sleeping. I was a half-dead, hollowed version of myself for about six years as they learned to suck a little less at sleeping through the night.
This poor, wee blog needs a good dusting off and also a deep clean and maybe a foot massage. She just ain’t what she used to be.
As these last days of summer trickle into fall, I see my day-timer filling up with kids’ activities again and all the preparation that goes into bringing the children out of “summer mode” and restoring