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Tag Archives: the parenthood
Who’s Up For Some Hockey?
My post today at the Canada Moms Blog explores the hell of hockey-momdom. (Do you think I’ll get exiled? Is Sweden still our country of choice for exile? I hope so. I have always wanted to learn Swedish. But they … Continue reading
Why Canada’s National Sport Gives Me Nightmares
When I was working and pregnant with my second child I had a conversation with a colleague on a Monday morning. He told me about his weekend. On Friday night he had played in a hockey tournament. Saturday morning: up … Continue reading
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A Few Months Ago
In my head, that’s when Fresco was born. In my head, he is a few months old. I am a few months post-partum. Trombone sure is doing well adjusting to his few-months-old baby brother. Dude! The baby brother is bigger … Continue reading
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Mothers Hold On To Your Daughters
There is a John Mayer song that annoys me more than other John Mayer songs. It goes like this: Fathers be good to your daughters Daughters will love like you do Girls become lovers who turn into mothers So mothers … Continue reading
Brothers
I know kids are different. From one another, I mean. I knew going into this 2-kid thing that Fresco would be different from Trombone in significant ways. (I did, after all, call it when I wrote last year: Dear, Sweet … Continue reading