Image: Christian LaForce, Chronicle Herald Staff
We live in a fantastic country and it feels good to celebrate how lucky we are.
Happy Canada Day!
Photograph by Oliver Klink
The 6-year-old as we walked behind a couple who were holding hands.
Posted in Funny things my kids say
Tagged Family, Funny, Holding hands, kids, Relationships
Today I had a question posed on my contact page (Thanks Pat!) about the pictures I have been using in my headers. I thought the answer should be shared with all of you.
When I was initially designing this blog, I wanted the esthetic to be simple and personal. The images I chose for the header rotations are small samples of beautiful paintings that signify how I hope to always live my life.
Relaxed, near the ocean, full of love, surrounded by my family, and always with a good book nearby.
Children at Play on the Beach by Edward Henry Potthast
In Bed by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec
Boys in a Dory I by Winslow Homer
The New Novel also by Winslow Homer
The Young Yachtsman by Joaquín Sorolla
Bathtime also by Joaquín Sorolla
Lady In White Reading by Emilie Caroline Mundt
Breakfast in Bed by Mary Cassat
Late Night Reading by Pino Daeni
Perhaps in the future these images will change… but for now, they are perfect.
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.
Tagged advertisements, Family, Funny, kids, Looney Pajama Jeans, no!no!, Television
Laws of Nature #17: There’s no such thing as too many hugs…
Soon after The Husband and I moved into our first flat, I gave him this card. At this point, he was still getting used to my penchant for hugs. Continue reading
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.
My youngest nephew will be starting school in September. As part of his orientation package, he received this box of crayons.
Posted in General
Tagged Crayola, Crayon, Family, Funny, Human skin color, kids, multicultural, U.S. Civil Rights Movement
1. My neighbour’s spectacular rhododendron is brightening up our side view.
2. The slug collecting has begun.
3. Baths have become mandatory every night (see above).
4. The school bags are being held together by spit and a prayer.
5. I find myself barbecuing rain or shine.
6. The kids are complaining that it’s still bright out when they’re going to bed.
7. The hockey detritus in the porch has been replaced by cleats and shin pads.
8. Muddy handprints can be found on every surface of the bathroom.
9. Skinned knees have tapped out our band-aid supply.
10. Facebook tells me it’s hot in Toronto.
11. The sunscreen battles have begun.
It might sound like I’m complaining, but I’m not. It’s just that the kids are tired of school and I can hardly stand to pack another recess snack. In short, we are ready for summer. The Freezies are solid – so bring it on!
At work today, in an e-mail, I told someone I liked her. She is always perky and supportive, and is lovely to talk to, and… well… I like her. It felt strange as I typed it and I realized that I haven’t said “I like you” to anyone in a very long time. Probably not since junior high school and I was attempting to communicate with a shy boy.
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.
Escaping Elegance 