Wave the Stick

I grew up in a family that didn't celebrate Hallowe'en. As kids we dressed in costume for school events, but we never went trick or ...

In the early days of my relationship with HWSNBN, we were sitting around my apartment one evening, and I was playing music for him, some on ...

A busy restaurant, a Sunday brunch. A restless Imp makes his way around the table to sit on Grandpa's lap for a horsey ride. My heart...

This morning I managed to stand up in the shower for ten whole minutes without needing to sit down. I've been so sick the last few days ...

This has been on my mind, as of late:   So even though I am dealing with The Cold That Will Not Die, there was a bright spot in my overal...

I've been running on empty for a while. Not enough sleep, not enough time, not enough focus. Just not enough. Well, today The Body has...

There seems to be a theme to my October so far - it's like the gods I don't believe in* summoned up all the flotsam and jetsam of my...

On Sunday, as I was sitting at my desk sorting paperwork (my least favourite part of running my own business ) The Imp brought me a lovely t...

It's been a rough week or two. Emotional fallout from events both recent and in the past have me bone tired. Although past blog posts ha...

Me, age 2 The Imp, age 2  When he was born, The Imp was all HWSNBN. Their newborn photos were interchangeable. I think maybe The Imp...

Over the last several months, since we discovered The Imp's allergy to all things milk, I've been looking for dairy-free substitutes...

Warning: cringe-inducing earnestness ahead. If you're looking for cynicism, click away. You'll not find it here. My 40th birthd...

For every time The Imp makes me all look-up-at-the-sky-and-shake-my-fisty, there are several times he makes me all ok-now-you've-just-do...

A couple of days ago, The Imp was being most helpful in the kitchen when we got home, taking groceries one by one out of the bags and handin...

As I mentioned in my last post, I've been thinking a fair amount about why I blog. I've attended blogging events, learned a lot abou...

For reasons I cannot explain, I have had the soundtrack of Camelot running through my brain for most of this day. I haven't heard the m...

We call it Etude de Débarbouillette (Avec Chaise) . For a look at some of my non-mom photography, check out my other blog, Vancouver Daily ...

The Imp was a pretty mellow baby. He cried when his diaper needed changing, when he was gassy, when he was overtired. But he was happy to be...

It's possible that we are bad parents; we did not go all out and have a big theme party for The Imp's second birthday. I thought abo...

I haven't blogged much lately. Sometimes it's more important to be present in the moments than to document them. There are lots of p...