Tristan

A love letter to Tristan, age 7

7 March 2009 Tristan

My darling Tristan, Today, you turn seven years old. Uncle Sean calls this your “champagne birthday”: seven years old on March 7. By coincidence, you’ve invited seven guests to your party, and the weather is even forecasting a high of 7 degrees! Remind me to go buy a Super 7 ticket for you, okay? Tristan, […]

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Go ahead, try to *not* smile!

27 February 2009 Lucas

Playing with Flickr’s (relatively) new video sharing option. Aren’t baby laughs the best? (Lucas and I had just picked up Tristan from a birthday party when we discovered that balloons are the funniest. thing. ever! The boys were laughing so hard I had to get out of the van and catch it on video.)

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I would have used a different word

28 October 2008 Ah, me boys

Tristan, in a tone of hushed awe as he gazes out the window at the first few of what is forecasted to be in excess of twenty centimeters of snow: “Snow in October? It’s a miracle!”

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Another parenting milestone: come pick up your bloodied child

2 October 2008 Tristan

I knew it was coming. I guess I should count myself lucky to have made it two years into his scholastic career before it happened. I certainly count myself lucky for having been home to take the call when it came in. “Hello, this is the school. Your little guy is here — he’s fine, […]

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I’m no longer welcome in the school yard

15 September 2008 Mothering without a licence

Second week of school, and I’m no longer welcome in the school yard. Well, not just me. In fact, no parents are welcome in the school yard. But, I have decided to take it personally. I can see why the school has asked parents to drop their kids off at the school yard fence instead […]

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One dead mouse

7 September 2008 Mothering without a licence

I went out for an early-morning walk last week, and on the way back into the house I noticed that one of the neighbourhood cats had left a present in the driveway. One dead mouse. Cute little thing, too. I walked into the house, and asked Beloved to dispose of the poor little fellow on […]

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(Nearly) Wordless Wednesday: My back-to-school boys

3 September 2008 Ah, me boys

Simon’s first day of Junior Kindergarten! (My babies! What happened to my babies???)

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Grade One already

2 September 2008 Mothering without a licence

I never would have guessed that I’d be more worked up about Tristan going off to school all day long — Grade One already! — than I was when he went off to Junior Kindergarten the first time. At the end of June, I thought I would dance with glee when I finally sent him […]

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Tristan takes a dive

20 August 2008 Mothering without a licence

It seemed like a straightforward question. On the enrollment form I completed on the first day of Tristan’s first day-long day camp: “Can your child swim 25 meters unassisted: yes, no, I don’t know.” 25 meters? How long is 25 meters anyway? That seems kind of far. So I checked “no”. Then I thought of […]

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I’m good, but I’m not that good

13 June 2008 Tristan

I’m feeding the baby on the couch. Tristan and Simon are playing upstairs. Tristan calls down. “Mom!” he bellows, coming down the stairs. “I need some red fabric.” I marvel for a minute that he knows a word like ‘fabric’ before replying. “Well, there’s a red polar fleece blanket in Lucas’s closet, but it has […]

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