I wiped my kitchen counters for the first time in a week, which means my parents have headed back home to the prairies and it’s up to me again to keep this house running.
My new post is up at urbanmoms.ca and it’s about how my mom is pretty much the best lady I know.
My dad has been a long-distance runner for 40 years. His passion is training and competing and winning.
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.
The most important lesson I have learned in parenting is this: lower your expectations.
That may sound cynical, but it’s been the key to my not losing it when things don’t go as planned.
Here’s a fun game: I’m going to write three statement and two of them will be true while one is a lie.
1. I had a great Christmas.
2. My bed-head is atrocious.
3. I’m pregnant.
Oh, wait. Sorry.