One morning I came down the stairs and CJ asked, “Are you wearing Pajama Jeans with the amazing butt lift?” He was deadpan serious.
I was scared to ask, but I did. “What are Pajama Jeans?”
“It’s PaJAAAHma Jeans,” he said, correcting my pronunciation.
“My apologies, what are PaJAAAHma Jeans?”
“They’re jeans that are so comfortable you can sleep in them. Like pajamas,” he answered, still very serious.
“And they have amazing butt lift,” exclaimed his younger brother.
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This tweet from Charlie and Andy @HowToBeADad got me reminiscing…
We parents spend an awful (and I mean awful in all senses of the word) lot of time dealing with poop. As a newbie you think there can be nothing worse than a bad diaper when, in reality, the worst is still to come. The wiping stage.
1. He read and sang to the boys in utero and his voice could calm them better than anyone’s after they were born.
2. He gagged at the very first poop in the hospital, but he stuck with it and never looked back.
3. He got excited about how the sun would bleach out the cloth diapers as they hung on the line.
4. He once caught toddler vomit in his hands while cooing “It’s okay, Baby, it’s okay…”
5. His lullaby to the boys was James Taylor’s Sweet Baby James.
6. He is never afraid of being silly.
7. He always has more tolerance with the boys at bedtime than I do.
8. His “be grateful that Mommy makes you this yummy food” speech is superb.
9. Every week he individually sits with the boys while they divide their allowance between three jars; save, share and spend.
10. He has as much fun playing with Nerf guns as the kids do.
11. The boys love his weekend oatmeal, and I love sleeping in while they eat it.
Happy Father’s Day, to all the great dads out there.
This is the cover of my 6-year-old’s book, De meder hu farpt – which translates to – The Mother Who Farted. Keep in mind that he is in French immersion, so his English spelling is a bit messed up at the moment.
A few years ago if you had asked me what would be the biggest expense we would face as a family, other than buying a house, I would probably have said car or vacations. I would have thought about “big-ticket” items.
I would have been wrong… it’s turned out to be food!
Our son received a joke book from our neighbour for his birthday. On the way home from the party, he read over half of them to us. Each joke was preceded by the challenge, “You’ll never get this one.”
Daddy got every one correct. Apparently, he was also once an eight-year-old boy.
I finally got one just as we rounded the corner to home.
My son, “What do a cow and a horse have in common?”
Me, “They’ve both been domesticated to serve the needs of man.”
I slay myself sometimes!
When I get into a book it can be hard to get me out of it. I will often be found reading while brushing my teeth, getting dressed or making dinner. I think that is why I have come to love my e-reader so much. It’s no-hands reading. I have even been known to upsize the font and prop it on a treadmill during a run.
I’ve now added audio books into the mix so that I can “read” while completing menial chores such as grocery shopping and washing dishes. It’s also a really great way to drown out the din of our house when my brain needs some space.
My favourite way to read, however, is to my kids. Continue reading
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Our son is eight today.
Last night he joyfully washed the seven off himself in the bath and then stood in front of his mirror for moment to say goodbye. Finally, just before he jumped into bed, he climbed onto my lap so I could have a last snuggle and kiss from a seven-year-old. It was a farewell ceremony filled with all of the pomp and pageantry it deserved.
My husband astutely reminded us that we will have another seven year old to snuggle and kiss in a year’s time, but this seven-year-old is unique and I’ll miss him. Please allow me to indulge myself for a few minutes. I won’t nauseate you with the details of his birth but there are few salient facts which must be disclosed. Continue reading
Escaping Elegance 