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Tag Archives: Fresco
Free Coffee! Free Snack! No Strings!
Our neighbours, the ones with the little girl who is halfway between my two kids’ ages, have been raving about StrongStart to me for months now. It’s a Provincially funded program for children aged 0-5 years old, it’s free to … Continue reading
Notes From Mother’s Journal: Strolling Around Edmonds St. Edition
We walked through a new neighbourhood today, Fresco and I, while Trombone was at preschool. Not new, just new to us. I usually drive through it on my way somewhere else. So do most other people, I am guessing, as … Continue reading
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Here, There, All Over the Place
18 months is longer than a year. I do not think it is fair to the addled and time-confused among us (raising hand, waving madly) to continue counting a baby’s age in months when the first year has passed. Fresco … Continue reading
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Typing Till The Children Wake Up
Sweet Tea Reminds Me of Airplane Travel Our new coffee grinder stopped grinding on Friday, so this morning I am drinking hot tea with just a bit of brown sugar and just a bit of milk. I am fickle with … Continue reading
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Longest Lead Up To Cute Kid Video Ever Tires Mother, Causes Wine Drinking Instead of Editing
“Tell me more things I said when I was a baby,” he says. We are walking home from the park, just before lunchtime. “Hm,” I say. “Well, you said “coke” instead of “milk” for the longest time…” He bursts into … Continue reading