(Almost) Wordless Wednesday: Ocean Voyage Edition

Hey, YOU!

Inspired by ”Letter to My 16 Year Old Self”

Dear 16 Year Old Me,

As I write this, I/you/we are pushing 30.

I know, you totally remember when people’s Moms were turning 30. But for a moment, just forget about how old and out-of-touch I/you/we are. I promise not going to tell you what to do.  At least not too much.

Kids Are Weird (Vintage Hamma)

I absolutely have the ability to laugh at myself.

Especially my 8 year old self.

Earlier this week, I lovingly pulled out my memory chest. (Read: Swore copiously trying to isolate most beaten-up old Rubbermaid bin from Jenga-like tower of similar bins.) I’d been inspired to poke through my keepsakes after my mother-in-law had unearthed a bunch of Husband’s childhood memorabilia.

I came to a few conclusions.

Like, I was a really weird kid.

Funny, but WEIRD.

Case in point? Read on.

Double, double, toil and trouble

We’ve been having an uncharacteristic heat wave here in beautiful BC, but it seems to have finally broken.

This inevitably has led me to start thinking about fall.  

This led to thinking about having fun indoors. 

This led to thinking about crafts! 

(This also led to thinking about HALLOWEEN. But more about that later.)

Finally, Nemo is old enough to start crafts!

*wheezing with excitement*

I Coulda Been a Contender!

I’ve been feeling a bit weird referring to the Kid as “the Kid,”  so I figured a pseudonym was in order.  Plus, last night I figured out how to do polls.  The winner with 73 votes is…

ABCs and 123s

Yesterday, I finally tackled the daunting task of cleaning out the Nemo’s closet.  As I packed up a box of neutral baby clothes for the new bambina of a friend, I took a little stroll down memory lane and reflected on some things I’ve learned.  Here are my ABCs.

Do You Hear What I Hear?

By nature, I am a worrier.

But even I wasn’t prepared for the sporadic episodes of doubt, terror, and self-flagellation that have been the by-products of my loving the heck out of my kid.

Gimme Shelter

I love Vancouver.   This is my home.  My friends are here, my family is here.  I grew up here, went to school here, met the Husband here.  The Kid was born here.  My whole life is HERE.

So, why can’t I afford to live here?
Enter the lowest minimum wage in Canada and one of the most unaffordable housing markets worldwide.
Welcome to Vancouver.

Family Vacations and the Incredible Unfairness of the Personality Switcheroo

Our family is long overdue for a vacation. In fact, our first family vacation since the arrival of Kid is still waiting in the wings. Possibly due in part to the fact that the term “vacation” has two very different meanings to the two people planning it.

Haircuts (Or, “Times I Feel Like a Criminal Mastermind”)

I’m not too sure what I did in a past life to have been rewarded with such an easygoing first child.  Sadly, this has left me woefully underprepared for whenever the Kid does unabashedly freak out.