Birthdays are tough on me as a mom.  My perfectionist issues really surface when it comes to birthday planning. Some years I pull off a pinterest-worthy bash.  Other years it’s a DQ cake and supper out.  Our small house doesn’t lend well to huge parties full of hyper little boys who’ve OD’d on sugar.  Having two September birthdays in our home is also not super budget-friendly, with school starting and all the new gear, clothes and fees that come with it.  Last year I failed miserably on all accounts.  Determined not to have a repeat of that this year, but also knowing I probably couldn’t pull out all the stops, I settled for a day at our favourite hang-out spot, in the last of the summer heat, with a few friends, some snacks and hastily-made homemade cupcakes.  It would have to do.  And it did just nicely.  The birthday boy was pleased as punch, and so was I.

Head on over to Teresa’s page to see what Motherhood looks like for her.


We had an amazing winter.  The snow was scarce, the temperatures warm, and we avoided icky germs for the most of it.  Then March came, and brought with it influenza in all its feverish glory.  There’s nothing worse for a mom than seeing your babies sick, but unfortunately, it’s a pretty unavoidable part of the journey.

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Even after the little boys have gone to bed,  and the house is finally quiet, there are still little vestiges of their boyish energy in every corner.   Twice a day, toothbrushes and flossers lie like fallen soldiers on their marble battlefield.  The fine spray spotting the mirror and toothpaste smeared in the sink linger as ever-present remnants of the daily war.



Now head over to Laura’s blog to see what battles are being fought at her home.

I guess a year is enough time between posts.  I can’t keep up.  Or I don’t.  But we had a wonderful moody day full of fog and fine icy mist.  It was wonderful and rare and turned our familiar paths into otherworldly crystalline landscapes.  The little plants covered in snow resembled ocean coral, and the boys and I played until our cheeks stung from the whip of the wind.