When Three-Year-Olds Attack…
This story is best told as a series of photos, or a pictorial rendition with captions, if you will. We begin our story with: and then we move on to:…
This story is best told as a series of photos, or a pictorial rendition with captions, if you will. We begin our story with: and then we move on to:…
I’m a list person. I like to have lists for everything. I have notebooks of all sizes and shapes full of lists. Something about crossing something off my list makes…
Picture it. It’s 8:00 in the morning. I’ve been up for an hour already with my smalls. The kids are in full riot mode and I’m tearing around the house…
…Hungry. I made dinner for the smalls and Mr. KB but didn’t stop to eat anything yet. I really should stop doing that. …Cold. I made the mistake of sitting…
18 years ago today, I was in Scarborough Centenary Hospital, with my mum, godmother and grandmother. I was 21 and in labour. I wanted and needed a baby, this baby,…
Nothing says lovin’ like tacos and brownies (and if I were so inclined I could so make a completely inappropriate joke here, that would make you feel creepy and dead…
My sunshine. That is what I have called Donut (5) since he was a small baby. He was the happiest baby I had ever seen. Big smiles, easy-going, and sweet,…
Those were Plum’s (17) last words to me last night. He was clearly frustrated, annoyed and angry but instead of yelling and screaming, he remained outwardly calm and chose instead…
I am so looking forward to the challenge of moving our family into our new house. True to form, my first stop was the Keswick branch of the Georgina Library…
Thank goodness it’s Monday. Wait? Did I say that?!? Yes, yes, I did. We had a whirlwind, rollercoaster weekend. We met with the bank, we firmed up the sale of…