The deer is still there.

Getting Schooled, Mom Style

Ah, the Christmas season. I really love it, and I especially love that I always finish my shopping in November so I never have to enter the horrible, horrible pit of hell that is the mall in December. This year, I really focused on baking. The boys love to help with baking, and I thought […]

Good Days and Bad Days

Bad days are actually good because they make you appreciate the good days, right? Well, yesterday was a very bad day. It’s all relative – it wasn’t SO bad, I guess; everyone was healthy and husband was still employed. But the minutes ticked by and I kind of felt like I was going to have […]

A Very Special Christmas Story, or The Deerhunter

So I’m driving home from Co-Op when Mark asks to drive home through the alley across the street. He wants to see a 1950’s vintage car that a neighbour has in his yard, ostensibly to restore. He calls this car the “Old Hudson Hornet” after the character in the Cars movie. It certainly does resemble […]

Santa Baby, just slip a sable under the tree

It just occurred to me that my children have never made a list for Santa. It also occurred to me that Christmas Eve is three weeks away, and they have never stated “I hope Santa brings me ____”. Hmm. My first thought was “Do they know that it is acceptable to make a wish list […]

Children Just Like Me – originally published November 26, 2008

Although Mark is very much like his father in personality and looks, there are a few traits of mine that he also possesses: his ability to leaf through a book for hours, his highly selective eating (read: picky) eating habits, his inability to handle a sad or scary television show. These are traits that, while […]

Poppies – originally published November 11, 2008

I don’t want to discuss the politics of war, not today. I don’t want to discuss egos, power struggles, or strange ulterior motives. I don’t want to discuss how looking at the young, young faces in war footage makes me sad or how images of rows of white crosses makes me feel physically ill. I […]