So, I missed the Wordless Wednesday wagon, but here’s a tardy installment for you:
The photo is hazy, kind of like my mind these days.
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.
I’ve been a little out of sorts lately.
Avelyn started ballet this week and I loved every minute of it.
Both kids are miserable, the house is a war zone, and I feel like my daily dose of patience was all dried up by 7:13 a.m.
I like to joke with my friend Jen about how she’s my favourite hippie: she sees a naturopath regularly, doesn’t vaccinate her kids, spritzes lavender oil on all her pillowcases, and only uses organic toothpas