OK, so we’re halfway through this week from the pit and things are going better in some areas, and worse in others, than I had expected.
Avelyn knows where her grandma lives: in Regina. But with a two year-old’s pronunciation, it sounds a little shocking when she tells people.
I took an objective look at this blog and as I scrolled down the page in its entirety I thought, “A first-time reader would take one look at this, ascertain that I am a weight-obsessed, slighty depressed mother of
On Wednesday night Avelyn ralfed all over her crib sheets and the next day she had developed a cough that rivaled the bark of a wounded seal. Croup.
I left the house before ten yesterday morning, both girls strapped in their carseats, DVD player booting up. We were heading to the Kelowna airport (an hour’s drive) to pick up Christy.
It’s been cold. As such, we are stuck indoors. So how on earth do I keep a rowdy two year-old entertained? Well, we start with a round of Princess Tag:
That lasts for about three minutes.