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Falling Off The Train, Hanging on by Your Fingernails

Do you ever just want to smack yourself and yell “You KNOW BETTER!” really loud? Today I wanted to.  I spent money unplanned two days in a row. Yesterday we waited too long to make supper and went out to Harvey’s for burgers. Then today Boy#1 had a tough day, he was emotional and very sad. He was begging for sushi, I said no because it costs way too much, that’s something to plan for. Then I suggested I could pick up tempura shrimp from the grocery store as a compromise. I had planned to go over to grab a few things I wanted to add to salads this week. I went into that grocery store hungry. BAD IDEA!!! I spent much more than planned, on FROZEN Chinese food. I also made fractured last minute meal plan ideas and bought too much. Poop. No more grocery shopping in between grocery shops on an empty stomach! Fail. Fell off the train. On the plus side, I did restrain myself three times from grabbing a coffee form Tim Horton’s. Hanging on with my fingernails.
I did spend money on my hair today, but that was planned. I want to get all set for our weekend away, and this will double for Christmas since I plan my appointments eight weeks apart. I’m writing my list, we have the money set aside for spending on dinner and meals, and I am writing down a list of the things my mother needs for the boys. I feel this is coming together. Reading the schedule for the seminars this weekend has just made me even more excited.
This weekend Hubs and I are taking time out for us. Putting our marriage first on our to do list. I have been honest before about us seeking out help and being close to divorce in the past, we have had a lot of support in getting to where we are. We want to get better. I’ve been listening to quite a few family oriented, Christian podcasts of late. One of my favourites is Family Life Today. I heard it on the radio a few times a while ago and never really connected to it because I get all feministy about older white men telling us what to do in the Christian church and in our families.  I recently found it on my podcast search and gave it another chance. This program seemed to be aimed right at my heart the first time I tuned in.  These “old white guys” weren’t pushing an old agenda, they weren’t spouting legalistic doctrine about women submitting to their husbands in all things and men ruling with iron fists. They were focusing on marriage and God’s plan for it, as well as ways to strengthen and grow our marriages, in more positive, equal, and modern terms. They were however using this series to promote their “Weekend To Remember Marriage Getaway”. At first my cynical, bitter at the church and people who use religion to make money, inner self got all haughty and I went “pfft, way to ruin your message trying to sell me a seminar!” Then I got curious. Or suckered in, you pick. I went to find out if they had these getaways in Canada. They do. I found the info here: .    I went to talk to my mom about it, and about keeping Boy#1 and #2 for part of the weekend since it was also supposed to be my dad’s  family Christmas. She was very supportive and agreed to help us out. I posted about the weekend on FB to see if we could get a group together to make admission cheaper. There was a lot of interest but not much time to get everyone organized. Hubs and I decided to go ahead with it anyway and take a leap of faith, making this our Christmas present. As soon as we did that, support came pouring in from friends and family. God basically used them to provide our registration fee and part of our hotel room, all in one week! We are so blessed by our friends and family and their love for God and us.
I am really looking forward to this time just for us. We are so blessed to have such support from our parents, our friends and our family. I can’t wait to tell you all we learn. This retreat is hosted at Blue Mountain Inn in Colingwood Ontario. A beautiful town in a scenic area with so many fun things to do. I recently was there for a spa day trip with my brother and friends, we ate at an amazing brewpub and eatery called Northwinds, I hope we can stop in there for a pint and maybe a growler. Their food is to die for. There’s a beautiful coffee place I want to go to, the Scandinave Spa to enjoy, places to hike and shop, so much to do. What I’m really looking forward to is a break with Hubs. Time set aside for our marriage, for just us. No work, no kids, no distractions, just us. That is what I’m the most excited for.

And with that my brain is out of words and energy to find them. Wish me luck for tomorrow and not spending ridiculous amounts of money on food!

I’m off to my cozy bed now. I am exhausted.




Celebrating Life

Today I was very privileged and honoured to join in celebrating an important life. A life well lived by a man well loved. A man whom I would not have known if not for meeting and knowing his beautiful daughter Kate.  Today we celebrated the life of Bill Johnston, a man I only knew a relatively short time, in more of a friendly, acquainted manner. In the brief time I knew him, through mostly his daughter Kate and wife Sharon, he made an un-erasable impression on me and my sons.

In order to really speak of Bill, and my own small relationship with him, I first need to introduce you to my friend Kate and tell you a bit about our relationship.  I met Kate in 2012 during the GLT production of “The Rocky Horror Picture Show”. I was volunteering with hair and makeup backstage and Kate was doing one of the things she does best, playing music. We would see each other after shows at the bar, we’d all hang out and chat. That was how I first got to know the beguiling Kate. Our friendship bloomed quickly over the next few months over dinners, drinks, late night conversations and some plays.  Then I moved away to BC. While we were there Kate made an effort to keep in touch and when we came back she was among the first (along with a few of my other friends who I affectionately call my “Theatre Girls”) to welcome me back and helped me paint my new apartment.  Kate has been one of my best friends. She challenges me in the best ways, she is beautifully loyal, honest to a fault ( in a great way), sharp witted, and fiercely protective of those she loves. She is also quietly somber, stoic, and logical, with a streak of creativity that brightly joins her together. Kate and I have bonded over several commonalities we have: We are both first born daughters with only one younger sibling, both of us grew up in a traditional nuclear family with parents whose marriages were still intact when we reached adulthood, neither of us felt we had found our “tribe” earlier in life, we felt that our current group of friends formed in our late twenties was the first time we’d had a “tribe” apart from our family. We have many differences also, but those are what makes our friendship so strong, she lifts me up and I lift her up. I love Kate dearly, and my love for her has birthed a great love for her beautiful family. Knowing her has given me a furtive peek into who Bill was.

I first really met Bill at the Farmer’s Market up town in 2013 when Kate would be helping at his stall selling honey and dehydrated apple slices. I have felt a warm affinity towards men with facial hair and glasses since I was very young, I think because my father has always had both. Bill had both glasses and facial hair, along with a trait I admire: the ability to wear a hat well, his peaked caps were one of my favourite things to see at market. I became fond of Kate’s father quickly. Meeting Bill I immediately felt comfortable. His gentle smile and quiet demeanor were qualities that led me to feel at ease, I felt a genuine warmth towards him. Knowing Kate’s own high opinion of her father only led me to feel even more intrigued by him. Bill was the first vendor I saw who sold honey in the honey comb. I purchased some that first year, it was amazing. I was hooked. “Bill honey” was the best. Even when he relocated his “ladies” (the bees) and their hives to the island, his honey did not lose it’s beauty, I think it got better.
I always looked for Bill at Market, even after he relocated to his farm on Grand Manan in the Summers, I looked for him and his delicious honey at the indoor Winter market. Each November I would look for him walking around town. There was something comforting about his presence in town again. I also knew him being back in town made Kate and Sharon so happy. This year I didn’t realize I was still waiting for him until I mistook another bearded man with a peaked cap for him, and then I cried when I remembered.
Bill often used jars for his liquid honey instead of plastic containers, which set him apart, and his smile made everything taste even better.  Last February when I was doing my Zero waste challenge Bill even agreed to make me yogurt in jars. At the market Boy#1 always needed to buy the big container of Bill’s apple rings. He’d eat the entire thing in an hour if I let him. Only Bill’s apple rings though, not any from anywhere else. My boys seemed to also be drawn to this gentle man’s personality and quiet spirit.  Bill would often give us something a bit extra or special, once he even sold me honey in exchange for a haircut for Sharon when I ran out of cash.
My interactions with Bill outside of market were fewer, but I loved them just as much. When we would have a party at Kate’s parent’s home Bill would be there, hovering in the doorway, out of the crowd, but there. In a family of talented performers he avoided any limelight. But his smile and laugh made it around the room even when he didn’t. That open, sweet countenance he had was always felt, even when I couldn’t see it. Watching him observe and revel in his family and their talent was a joy. His pride radiated. I remember for Kate’s 30th birthday party he sat in the room right by the piano (which was not his usual habit to do) and he took so much joy in celebrating his eldest daughter and seeing her be celebrated by others.
Bill often reminded me of a professor. Not the kind who holds their knowledge over you and challenges you to impress him, but the sort of learned sage who holds so much wisdom kindly and offers it to those who want to learn and listen. I wish I could have learnt more from this man. What I have learnt is plenty and important. I feel Bill has impressed on me the lesson of conservation: waste not, want not. The lesson of not taking more than you give. Actions speak louder than words. Kindness may not always win, but it is always worth it.  Humour can be a wonderful tool when used in a timely fashion. A sharp whit is sometimes hidden behind the softest eyes. Wisdom and knowledge are great assets, sharing them is a greater one.
I learned many things about Bill today that I didn’t know, and heard many things that confirmed what I already did. I learned that he was a “Grand Poo-Bah” in University, that he was a geologist, that he built many things including a boat, and that he loved to surprise his family with inventive gifts and grand gestures.  What was confirmed to me was the depth of the kindness of his heart, his creativity and inventive spirit, his parenting prowess, that he was a loving and caring husband, father, and human, that he was a dog person, that his hands were never idle, and his heart was always full. He knew how to plant seeds. Seeds that would grow plants, but also seeds that grew community and family.
Bill was a beautiful soul whom I wish I had known longer and better, but the small bit I was able to know was still so much of a blessing. He and Sharon blessed me with a best friend who is one of the greatest and most loyal humans I have ever known. Celebrating Bill’s life will not end any time soon. His legacy is great, and his impression in our hearts is deep.

Thank you Sharon, Kate, and Emily for allowing me to be a part of today, and for giving me your permission to write about your husband and father. Your family is a true inspiration to me. As is Bill’s life.

Here’s to Bill!



Wild Women Get Away

There’s something about hiking. I love hiking. My body carrying me over and around obstacles, sometimes my brain helping me, sometimes able to watch the scenery.

This time away with my mom and aunts, as well as my cousin, has been so special. These women are funny, smart, sincere, and feirce in the besst way! I wish my grandmother was here. My mom told three new stories about her that we’re hilarious. I love being up here on the Penn. It makes me feel so close to her. She would love this weekend.

Here are some beautiful pics from the day:

So, I watched 11 miles on total today, according to my Fitbit.

Bed is calling.

Happy weekend!


You Can’t Always Get What You Waaant

“But if you try sometimes, you find, you get what you need. ” Thank you Rolling Stones for putting to music my parenting theme for the week. At least, this is the message I’m trying to get across. Except it seems to more often actually go “you mo-o-o-o-stly get what you wa-a-a-ant, you mo-o-o-o-stly get when you wi-i-i-ne. And if you cry sometimes, you just might find, you get more than you’ll ever need. Because your mother is a push over” I hate giving in to my kids wining. But I hate it more when they cry and are sad because of a choice or a rule I’ve made. Sometimes these choices are made in love, out of protection, or out of frustration, but mostly out of trying to keep them safe and raise them to not be self entitled jerks.

Thursday night our dinner time train went off the rails. This time it was a Channel Twelve, News @6 worthy train wreck. Boy#1 has started gymnastics again (which he loves, I love, we all love) he has also had a very busy and full week. He has heard that the gymnastics place is hosting their freedom Friday for kids tomorrow (now today/yesterday depending on when you read this). He has asked his father if he may go. Father replies, “I think so, if mom says yes and it’s not a bad price.” Boy#1 takes that to mean “why, of course” as any self respecting eight year old would. When I inform him at dinner that this may not be possible due to money being needed elsewhere, he tries to take it well, but becomes very upset. We talk about why, and how our money has been spent on the book fair instead, a book fair he asked for more money for three times. We explained that sometimes what we want to do doesn’t always work out. He cries more. He tries to self regulate, but is too tired and overstimulated now.  Boy#2 decides now is a great time to announce he will not eat supper because it’s yucky. I reply that he can try one bite of each thing and have an apple, or he can go straight to bed. He chooses bed. At 6pm. Boy #1 is still upset. Boy#2 is now realizing the fate he has chosen. Boy#2 becomes upset also.  Now we are all becoming upset. I rant about how much we have given them, about why the money is needed elsewhere, about the importance of food that is healthy and about how I don’t cook just to be cried at. Then I take deep breaths with Boy#1 as he cries. Then our paternal grandmother appears and is understandably concerned about why our children are so upset. Mother tries to explain. Paternal grandmother offers Boy#1 the new lunch bag she found for him as a method of comfort. PG and I converse about me going away for the weekend with MG. Boy#1, without missing a beat, calls me out on spending money so I can go away, but not spending money for him to go to freedom Friday. PG takes her cue to jump in her car and speedily withdraw before more tears flow faster and faster. We do deep breaths again. I explain that mommy’s trip is paid for already and money was set aside. Freedom Friday is last minute.  Boy#1 heads to bed. Boy#2 is in bed. Both are sad but repentent. I message gymnastics coach and find a way to make it all happen. Friday morning mom saves the day. But also loses the war. 

In the end we found a solution. I really want these kids to get everything they love, especially a night out to climb and jump and move within safe spaces to do so. I want the best for them, who doesn’t want that for their kids? But in the true end, am I failing them by inevitably giving them what they want when I’ve said it can’t happen? I don’t know.  

I do know, I can’t always get what I want. But if I try sometimes, I might find I get what I need. 

Thank you Goderich Gymnastics for providing a safe and fun place for my kids, a place they love so much they cry over not going.

Thank you PG for a lunch pail and a timely exit, and thank you MG for the fun getaway for girls.

These two cute clowns steal my heart every time.

Thank you hubs for making this getaway possible.


Well, I’m off to continue enjoying my Wild Women’s weekend by first getting some shut-eye. Tune in tomorrow for all the great details!



Free Indeed/I Don’t Usually Do Mornings

I’m NOT writing this before I go to bed at an un-godly hour of the morning, I am writing it after I woke up at a slightly less un-Godly time. This is us before 8a.m.

Yesterday, as you read in my blog posted Tuesday night, was our craziest day of the week. It involved not eating supper until directly before my kids went to bed at 9! Hubs headed out for some well deserved, and needed, time for himself. I put kids to bed solo, which resulted in me also being asleep at 9. That explains the lack of blog last night.  And why I’m not super grouchy about having woke up before 7 (Which is not a normal occurrence.)
Yesterday was crazy but good. Full days can be exhausting yet rewarding.  Returning to our fall schedule is always a bit of a wake up call. For some reason all of our activities are put on Wednesdays. I try to re-arrange that each year, but it just never seems to work.
One of the things I do on Wednesdays that I was very happy to see back yesterday was the Mom ministry I attend at Trinity church here in town. It began as the usual coffee time and Bible study/uplifting conversation women’s group that many Christian Reform churches in this area hold. Last year the numbers of young mothers had exploded and some of the younger ladies brought in a new program called MOPS. Mothers of Preschoolers is an international ministry to mothers all over the world. This year the theme of the program is Free Indeed. I’m pretty excited for this new study and the time for reflection and self care, drawing closer to God and growing relationships with other moms.

The mom’s organizing this group have truly put their hearts into this ministry and blessing fellow moms.

Yesterday was also our school open house where we were able to see the classrooms and meet the teachers our boys see every day, the people who they develop a relationship with over this next year. Our school is pretty great. It took me a few years to get comfortable here, just as it takes kids a bit to warm up in a new environment. At first I felt that since it was not permissible for me to volunteer the way I expected to, and I was not able to be involved in my child’s education the way my mother was, that the school wanted nothing to do with me. As I’ve gotten older as a parent, and more well acquainted with the school and school system, I have found the ways to be part of my boy’s education and school community that work for me and within the school system. It’s been a bit of a journey finding my space. Volunteering on parent council has helped me become well acquainted with the school building, body, and community, as well as with the faculty. It has allowed me to learn about the school, the guidelines put forth by the school board and which structures are in place for our school. I’ve been enjoying my time volunteering with other parents popping popcorn, on school trips, helping with the fundraising efforts, and occasionally being invited to assist in special activities by a teacher. This time volunteering has also allowed the school community get to know me. We sometimes forget that just as foreign and new the school environment may be to us as new school parents, we are also a new, strange commodity that the school faculty and community needs to learn about. My journey to learning more about my son’s education and the place they learn is always changing and surprising me. I enjoy learning new things about the school and the curriculum. As a homeschooled kid I held some bias against the school system coming in to this time of life, and I still do sometimes. Informing myself, and connecting with the community around me, have definitely educated me and made me less biased. I know there are always tomes to push in and ask more questions, push for better, but I am also finding the joy in the beautiful things that happen in our schools every day. Our teachers and staff are amazing people, and the students I see at our school teach me more and more each time I see them. In short, I feel I’m learning just as much as a parent right now a my children are as students.

Anyway, I have to go on with my day. So I’ll just leave this here.



The Last Minute Mom

I have written about my recurring late arrival problem, and; I think, about my lack of organization. I don’t know if I’ve told you this little gem: I am a CHRONIC procrastinator!!! I am that person who keeps saying “Oh, there’s TONNES of time!” Until it’s today and sign-up closed last week and my kid is crying so I become THAT parent and e-mail/call/text and BEG for my child to be included.
I am THAT mom who commits to a project or an event and totally plans something, but does not actually DO anything until the night before. I am THAT mom who is up at 3a.m. Christmas eve wrapping that one last gift I had the epiphany about that afternoon. I seriously was THAT mom running through Wal-Mart last December the 23rd at 9:55 p.m. promising the door greeter I knew exactly what I was getting. I did, I made it out by 9:59.
I usually make it, I usually squeak by and it works. My brilliance hits at one minute to midnight and suddenly inspiration has taken over my body with it’s fave sidekick: adrenaline. I’m wired and focused. On the task, going for gusto. It usually works and works brilliantly, but it’s always lacking a bit of something, that something that a well organized and well executed plans have. Call it Cohesion, or maybe consistency, a nice steady rhythm. My efforts usually lead to a more frenetic energy the day of the event or project due date, a kind of coagulated chaos that has adhesion but not the most steady flow.  I think I like the rush, and I need the deadline, but I also hate it because it is stressful and awful, as well as exhilarating and satisfying, to pull something amazing off at the last minute. I am The Last Minute Mom.

Tonight I did something crazy, I put myself out there to be voted in as vice-chair of our parent council. I don’t usually try to accept positions with a lot of responsibility because I don’t always trust myself to fulfill it. Tonight I knew it was time. Adulting is hard. (insert whiney eight year old voice, #firstworldproblems, I know)  I am terrified of messing up and letting people down. Of not helping enough, changing enough, just talking out of my butt, or bringing ideas to the table and never following through. These are all things I do, and have done frequently at these council meetings.  I want to help lead and organize this council, a group that is very dear to me. I am also terrified. I was terrified of the council itself the first two years my son attended school. Seeing it written up in the newsletter, thinking it was only for people who knew what they were doing, or parents on boards and elected by the school board. Then my friend invited me to come out and told me it was for all parents and guardians, as well as community members who want to invest in our school. I never knew. I sat and watched the first meeting, then grew more and more comfortable and vocal, last year I asked to be on the list of members at large/recruiter of new parents. This year I have jumped in feet first, maybe taking on a bit more than I think I can do. I do think I’ll rise to my own challenge. I’ll take my own gauntlet up and exceed my own expectations. This whole life is about beating myself, doing better than I have before, reaching farther and pressing harder, but also accepting myself when I fail. I’m not so great at that part. That part takes a lot of humility and grace.

Today in pictures:

I went to the gym today!! I ate relatively healthy, read, drank water and even showered! Also the only screens were my phone briefly when I had breaks, and this. Felling ok about that. Boys started music lessons today, gymnastics tomorrow, Kid’s Together (Bible night at church) tomorrow, and swimming next week. We shopped at the book fair and I spent way too much money on things that were not books. I ate lunch at my mom’s and dinner alone with my husband. Visited with my best friend from hairschool, and cut a bunch of hair. A pretty great, eventful and fulfilling day.
Wish me luck tomorrow. My Schedule:
* 9:00 – haircut
*9:30 – MOPS
*12:00-2:00 hair cuts
*2:00-3:00 Gym
*3:20 bus pick up
* 5:00 haircut
*5:25 open house at school
*6:15 gymnastics for Boy#1
*6:30 kid’s together for Boy#2 and choir practice for me
*7:15 Boy#2 to Kid’s together
*8:00 pick me up from group.
*8:30 cue snoring

YIKES!! What have I done! Pray, pray for me, and for my dear Hubs, that he doesn’t murder me XP



Sunday, the Day of (Lots of) Rest

You may have noticed, I did not write my blog yesterday. I fell soundly asleep at 8:45 (before the four year old) and did not wake until 7:00 a.m. this morning. That is how my late blogging nights catch up to me and bite my bum. I am now rested and ready to write again.
Yesterday was a day of feeling overwhelmed by how much needed done, and wanting to just rest with my family. I tried to do both. I think I accomplished a fair amount of each, as well as some self acceptance.
This is what was overwhelming me:

Four piles of laundry, clean and dirty each, summer clothes to be sorted into too big and too small, winter clothes still needing brought up and sorted, dirty kitchen, dirty bathroom, messy living room in disarray from removing the tv and all electronic screen devices, dirty walls and window sills and TOO MUCH STUFF! I become overwhelmed just having it all, and by the prospect of having to sort it. I was stressing out, feeling exhausted, and fighting a cold. All I wanted to do was sleep, but I knew Sunday was my ONLY day to do any of this until next Monday.  I pulled up my big girl panties and went to work, until two sweet boys walked in and flopped on the bed trying to play and casting my neatly folded piles all over the room. I felt annoyed, I felt underappreciated, and then I felt guilty.  I told them I needed space, I may have lightly growled. Boy#1 went for a bike ride, Boy#2 promptly broke down in tears over no screens and his father enslaving the television as his computer monitor for the week.  I finished one pile of laundry, and took a break to console and engage our wee drama king. We played trains and read a book and then, when big brother came back, they played “Nintendo world” outside as the characters, and then built a fort behind my now un-purposed TV dresser.

I felt calmer. I finished up some laundry and we escaped the house to the Library, Butterfly park, and Grocery shopping. Where my overwhelmed state slipped away into calm (well, not at the store, there was some yelling and glaring at small heads during that episode) The park was so beautiful and I found myself staring out past the horizon of the lake and doing as I did as a child, trying to see the unsee-able land across the lake. Imagining the clouds to be land or that they are hiding land and ships. I felt so calm and serene.

After the adventure that is always grocery shopping, we headed home for dinner and bed. Apparently pork dumplings make me very tired, because I fell asleep directly and did not return to consciousness until this morning when two animated children woke me joyfully with the sun. They spoke of how they needed to improve on their secret hideout and what else they wanted to do today. Taking away screens for a week is creating a happier space when we are not suffering withdrawal symptoms or tired tantrums.
After sending both boys on the bus (sigh, still) I ran home to shower and head out for supplies in London. My friend accompanied me, as The Hubs is still recovering from a terrible man cold, and we had a wonderful time. Well, I did. He may say differently after having to stand in Cosmoprof for almost an hour. He was a good sport and was very helpful. I was able to procure enough supplies to last (I hope) about 100 heads. I also procured a new blow-dryer which I am beyond excited to try out. Lots of bright colours and some new products were purchased also. Hint, hint hint: I’m now broke and you should book some hair for late September:)
On the way home we stopped at this beautiful little shop in Lucan:  Bella Casa  It is a fabulous spot to find chalk paint and eclectic eccentricities. Like this gem that you should go purchase for me and then procure a dolly and truck to move:
Jokes, Jokes. seriously though, if you bring this to me I will swoon and die happy. Absolutely perfect for a sweet little barber shop or hair van! (Although I’d reach towing capacity on my chevvy just with it alone I’m sure. These babies are HEAVY! Quality stuff man)
After a fabulous day I came home, cut some hair, hung with some sweet boy-ohs, then made dinner. NEWS FLASH!!!! BOY#2 LIKES PORKCHOPS!!!! Hallelujah and thank you Uncle Allan!! He ate his entire chop tonight!
After dinner it was time for bed. This is where our day slides of the rails often. And tonight was a doozy of a derailing. Boy#1 is testing waters a lot lately (every year at the transitions he feels the need to re-establish boundaries) these testing moments tend to present most strong when bedtime is too late. We were half an hour late tonight and it showed majorly. It was very trying and my heart breaks to see him pushing so hard, and knowing that I need to respond with love but firmness. All I want to do is wrap him up and give him everything to make him happy, but I know that what he NEEDS is the solid boundary and the knowledge that he is still loved no matter how he behaves. I also know some behaviour needs to change. Discipline is exhausting, self discipline and re-enforcing it in our home. Tonight’s derailment ended finally at 9:00, firmly re-railed and chugging off to dream land. Now to stick to our guns and keep loving on him through this testing phase.
I was just discussing this with my friend today, how Boy#1 is so curious and has such a scientific mind. His curiosity must be fulfilled, even if it hurts him. This curiosity can be such a wonderful trait and tool, but sometimes it can land him in so much trouble. Today it was testing parental boundaries and love, but also involved green food dye earlier in the day.  I found said dye on him, in my kettle and in my coffee mugs. Last night was “dough” made out of cornmeal, sugar and water, all over my entry shelf. Just because he needed to know how if he needed an egg for every dough. Satiating his curiosity can be exhausting too! But man I love him to bits!
Day one and two of screen fast have gone well, hopefully tomorrow goes well too. I’m off to dreamland myself.