As the children have started swimming lessons, we now are the proud card holders of a two-month membership at the local Rodd Mill River Resort Aquaplex and Squash Courts. We have the card for two months, and I plan on making the aquaplex our second home. The kids commented today, while we were home eating …
I use to live for a night out. I say live for, but if that were really true, I’d be dead by now. I don’t get out much. I can faintly remember a time in my life where Friday night was associated with socializing and getting out of the house. I won’t say what other …
My youngest has turned around in her chair so that she can see me as I prepare my cup of coffee. She was the last to finish supper, and as her good fortune would have it, she is the only one to have an ice cream cone for dessert. Four kids. One cone. It is …
I am quickly gathering up things for a late supper (staff meetings always throw me off-schedule), whilst putting away groceries and gathering up odds and ends. My son is talking to his father about the boy, formerly known as his best friend, who is still currently his “casual friend” in spite of their dwindling list …
Dear Son: You are soundly sleeping. I am in the room below your’s, loudly clicking keys on an already outdated keyboard, while outside the dog barks. Otherwise, it is quiet. I am thinking about last night. It was fun going to visit Grammie and Grampie and taking them down supper. Grampie looks better after his …
We are all, more or less, standing around the kitchen trying to decide how to spend a rare free night. My eleven year-old son wants to watch a movie, and is very vocal about his choice. I think it would be quite nice to play a family game, despite the varied ages of our four …
I have all of ten minutes, yet that is just enough time to find out that the two girls are doing well and meeting all expectations and outcomes per their grade level. I am glowing with pride at their success. I listen as teachers gush over their writing and leadership abilities. I almost feel embarrassed …
I am cuddled in bed with my youngest. This, after she has jumped all over the bed and I have calmed her down by rubbing cream on her hands and feet, a nightly calming ritual as much as the bedtime story we are about to read together. Tonight’s selection, Stellaluna by Janell Cannon, is the …
It is 5:45 a.m., and the alarm goes off. I think it sounded, or it could just be a ringing noise in my head. Oh well. I’m up anyways, as is my husband, and my second youngest. I drag my sorry self out of bed, and send my sweet little one back to bed. She …
She skates away from me toward the far end of the ice, a tiny doll dressed in sparkly teal and purple costume. Spindly legs swathed in nude-coloured nylon extend from the white boots on her feet. I stand behind the glass and wait with her, wait expectantly for the music to begin. She is poised …
It is suppose to be a storm day today. The alarm sounds at 5:45ish with a twangy country tune blaring, reverberating sound off the walls and into my half-awake brain. I already have a child glued against my left side, and another knocks on the door when she hears the party going on in the …
I am dressed in grey lined track pants, a ski jacket, dressy brown gloves and a white woollen hat that the dog chewed a few weeks back. It is Friday night, and I have the steering wheel of our mini-van pointed toward the side road as I head out for a night on the town. …