Murray. No, not Murray.

“Murray? No, not Murray.” “Jeff? No, not Jeff.” “The chef? Yes! The chef cooked my dinner.” “Not Murray, not Greg, not Jeff, the chef.” This is the conversation my son was having with himself on the way home from daycare last week. He didn’t need me until the very end when he’d solved the puzzle…

Toilet training

Since my son is now fully toilet trained or something like that. I feel I can safely weigh in as a leading expert in the field. Not really. He is in pants during the day though and I am very glad not to be changing nappies anymore and in the interest of sharing so someone might…

Boy talk

The conversation on the way home from school today went something like this. 2yo: Do you remember Dad? 5yo: Yes of course I remember Dad. I know everything about him. 8yo: Really? What’s his favourite word? 5yo: Hi hungry, I’m Dad. Because when I say, I’m hungry Dad always says “Hi Hungry, I’m Dad.” Over…

It was a terrible horrible day

Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day by Judith Viorst is a favourite reading book of mine and my husband. In fairness he introduced me to it but my love is just as strong. If you haven’t read it you should try it, you just might like it. In any event, it came…