Avelyn had her ballet photos last weekend so we had to do a trial run of the hair, make-up and costumes all the teeny ballerinees will be wearing for their upcoming recital.
I have been reading too much Margaret Atwood and watching too many heavy documentaries on CBC, both of which leave me feeling as though the world around me is going to pot and there’s nothing we can do to stop it.
This Easter weekend was a smash hit.
Spring is here and I am in love with: the warmth of the sunshine, afternoons at the park watching the girls play while I sip on a mocha, the way the light streams in through the windows in the mornings and coaxes me out
Sometimes parenthood feels as though you’re sitting at the shore of an ocean. The waves lap over your toes and calves and you are delighted by the moments of laughter and love as they wash over you.
Today we blew bubbles, mopped the floor, ate twice-baked potatoes, and laughed a lot.
I adore her crazy, tangled mop of wild curls. So her.
Playtime with Daddy gets the biggest giggles out of these girls.