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
It’s going horribly, this potty training. Months ago Avelyn mastered the delicate art of peeing in the toilet.
A wild gust of wind swept through the orchard and pitched our trampoline into the sky, then dropped it with a mighty thump, rendering it a crumped heap of springs and bars.