This afternoon I was at the park and Avelyn was walking around with a bottle of milk dangling from her pursed lips.
I am a city slicker at heart. I love shopping and sipping frappuccinos and strolling down a street wearing cute, yet uncomfortable, shoes.
Last night we celebrated the third birthday of Camille, one of Avelyn’s favourite “big kid” friends.
The fiercest pregnancy craving I’ve had this time around is cold, loud, and, shockingly, calorie-free. It’s ice.
I have been crunching my way through a big bag every week. I eat it plain, with a spoon.
Toddler sweat mixed with sunscreen in the seams of her polka dot bikini. “Hog-gogs” and watermelon and marshmallows for supper on a blanket in the sand.