This baby is on his second day of learning to go to sleep by himself in his crib using the Modified Baby Whisperer Double Sowcow Strategizing Synergies To Move Forward technique. My evening blogging time has been seriously compromised. It took an hour and fifteen minutes to get him to sleep last nig...

I know kids are different. From one another, I mean. I knew going into this 2-kid thing that Fresco would be different from Trombone in significant ways. (I did, after all, call it when I wrote last year: Dear, Sweet Babby2.0: Enough. With. The. Kicking. I get it: you are the yin to your brother’s...

I bought some ugly shoes yesterday. No, they are not “the real me.” I did not buy them because I wanted to get in touch with my non-vain, shoe-hating side. I bought them because they fit, they were on sale and because they are my ticket to freedom and happiness. I have written before abo...

Two really good days in a row; that’s more than I’ve had in months. I should be grateful. I am, so grateful, but I am also greedy. I want more. I would like weeks. I would like months. Oh! how I wanted more than two days of laughter, long naps, clean noses, but two days was all I got. By...

When you are lost in a string of terrible, dark days, it seems the light will never shine again. 4 am will last forever. This endless day turned to week with its screaming and shrieking and the tugging at both of your pant legs at once; this is the day, the week that will be repeated until you are i...

I don’t go to baby stores very often. But today the opportunity was offered to me so I went to BabiesRus land to purchase a new gate for Trombone’s bedroom doorway because the old one is kaput. Oh, BabiesRus on a Monday afternoon. Soothing, spa-like music playing. Neatly stacked piles of...

The other day I was at Save On Foods just for a change of scene and they were selling buckets. So I bought one. You never know, right? The only time I remember that we don’t own a bucket * is when I am about to clean something and then I can’t because - no bucket! and what I don’t ...

Folks, I was wrong. Thanks for your wishes but it is NOT my birthday. It is officially ONE YEAR TILL THE 2010 OLYMPICS! ™ Day and I can suck it. Now I know how those kids who are born on Christmas feel. First I had to share my birthday with Abraham Lincoln and Charles Darwin. Now it’s al...

There is a show on the CBC’s Radio 2, Sunday mornings, called In the Key of Charles. The host, Gregory Charles, picks a theme each week and plays related music while he sings along, does commentary, pauses for breath. It is my kind of show. About 50% of my Sunday mornings I am a) at my parents...

We have a particular strain of common cold at our house, one characterized by a bad ass cough; not “the hack” from last year, which was a dry, irritating cough, but a real thick, hearty soup of a cough. A beef stew of a cough, if you will. I feel for the wee duffers, I really do. They ar...