Not a Question
“Oliver, can you please go to the back door and get the trash bin that belongs in here? I left it there when I emptied it earlier.” “No.” I can feel his eyes on me, testing. Waiting. “Pardon me, sir?”...
View ArticleLater, Skater!
My quadriceps actually burn today. They burn because yesterday was Oliver’s first full day of kindergarten, and we are adjusting to the new morning routine, and trying desperately, racing in a...
View ArticleClik here to view.
One Kid Manages the Other, and That’s the Truth, Ruth.
The baby doesn’t listen to anything I say. It would appear that her brother rules the roost. I say, “No running!” and she only runs faster. If her brother tells her not to, she will (usually) stop dead...
View ArticleTen Bucks
Like most other people in the world, this disaster in Haiti has been weighing heavily on my heart. Oh my lord, this situation is beyond desperate. Beyond! After the 9/11 incident, I learned that I need...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Now We Are Six
This post is tres late. My boy’s birthday was February 2nd, and I’ve started and stopped this post for many crappy reasons. It’s been a bit of a shit storm here for weeks… lots of stuff in the...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Hanging Out, Telling Lies…
For the last two of weeks, Oliver went to an arts-based camp, which was TERRIFIC in and of itself. The downside was it was just Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays from 10 AM until noon. I know. And on...
View ArticleClik here to view.
First Grade
Though I really can’t understand why the children don’t go back to school until AFTER the Labour Day long weekend, (I mean, really!) I must admit, I’m thrilled to get back to the school schedule. I...
View ArticleClik here to view.
I Even Made a Cake, Yo.
I posted something over here for the occasion, but just look at my little dude getting his birthday-groove on… It’s been all smiles and giggles, and presents and surprises. He is SEVEN! And he is...
View ArticleClik here to view.
On Being Asked
The other day, while I was busily wiping down the kitchen counters after lunch, moaning to myself about what (oh, what?!) to make for dinner, Oliver walked over to me, cocked his head to the left and...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Thursday Snaps
We had some time, they boy and I, to be in the house alone together, since his sister was playing with a friend for the afternoon, and wouldn’t be home for a while still… this is a Thursday thing....
View ArticleClik here to view.
Portrait of a Young Man
I’ve got things to write about, and they’re all out of chronological order for reasons that include laziness-induced-by-winter-loathing, plus we had house guests of family and friends all over the...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Spelling It Out, However You Wanna
The other evening as I was getting gussied up to go somewhere, I caught Oliver leaning in the bathroom doorway, watching me. I’d been plucking a few stray grey hair from my head, and quickly explained...
View ArticleClik here to view.
All You Need Is Help
On Facebook, my friend Fiona once wisely stated: Homework — Kill it. Kill it with the fire of a thousand suns. I wanted to kiss her because I couldn’t agree more. (And she’s Irish, which would make the...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Kickin’ It
Oliver plays soccer. For the first time this autumn, there’s indoor-soccer activity organised by the city we live in, where all kids could join — the boys were sorted by ages 8-10, and 11-15. He’s ten...
View Article
