Monday, May 23, 2016

god save the queen

How we spent our Victoria Day (besides honouring the monarchy, of course): playing in the sprinkler. The end.

Sunday, May 22, 2016

nanny and grandpa's

It's a good place to be. They love us and feed us and read to us (well, not to me... I can read my own books) and help us and take good care of us. Thank you, Nanny and Grandpa.

Saturday, May 21, 2016



That's how Henry spells it, and this is how Henry plays it. He's in flag football this spring and he loves it. Me, too. I told him if there was flag football for mommies, I would be all over that. But until that happens (probably never), I'm glad to watch Henry. He runs and smiles, and smiles and runs. And he's pretty confident he'll be playing for the Saskatchewan Roughriders next year. He's that awesome.

Friday, May 20, 2016

miss clara

This is Clara. She is sweet and cute and stomps around and charms us with her smile. But what is going on with her sleep. Gee whiz. She once went to sleep with the snap of a finger but, now, she prefers standing in her crib and screaming between the hours of 8 and 10. Fun for everyone, especially Annie, who shares the room. Everyone likes to think/tell us/judge us for being stupid not to realize that it's because we had a baby. Anyway, to quote my brother, who didn't come up with the phrase but says it a lot, "it is what it is." We had a baby, and now Clara won't sleep. And so now we just need to figure out how to make bedtime happy again. Any suggestions?


Sometimes (and by "sometimes" I mean "every day") we are in a crazy rush to get out the door and show up for school on time. Lots of people with lots of hair to comb and noses to wipe and teeth to brush. And maybe we should change out of our pajamas. But you know what helps that crazy rush a bit?

A seven-year-old. He gets ready all by himself and then hangs out with Jane. It helps to yell, "hurry! hurry!" at only three kids instead of five. Thanks, Joe.

Thursday, May 19, 2016


We have a few. Some don't mind.