Really Good.

I'm procrastinating. But I need to take a break and go to my happy place. And I want to take you with me. *arm scoop* C'mon.

We went to the beach today. Twice.

The beach, you guys. And we were hot and it was sunny and the water was calm and beautiful and ice-free. At first I thought we'd just stop by our little secret spot to check up on it before we had to pick Elise up from school. Let me tell you, it became more than that. It became some sort of spiritual, sedative, intimacy. I sat on that beach, and stared into that still water and took it all in like I might never have the chance to do either, ever again. I reconnected with our water, but also with myself, and isn't that always such a relief? To touch base with your heart and your mind and your body, all in just a short time? And say "Great, we're all here, let's focus everything, in these moments, on being really happy and humble." It's a relief to me, anyway.

And my sweet and thoughtful beach baby? It was like she had never left. Like winter had never happened and she'd been there every day before, splashing, wading, and gathering wet sand and sticks. As I was watching her play, she looked up at me and said "Are you having peace and quiet Mommy?" Oh yes Babe. This. Is. It. And I'm having it.





 *At one point I put her sunglasses on and she, quite genuinely, told me "Those fit you really good! But not really really good." Can you imagine if you lived in a mindset where me, wearing child-sized Minnie Mouse sunglasses was really good? As if "really good" was as bad as it ever got?*

We drove with bare, sandy feet, to pick up Elise and then home to grab our beach toys and we were back at our spot before we'd been gone 20 minutes. We stayed for another 2 hours, and I wish we hadn't needed dinner and had been able to stay as long as the sun. There will be many more hours and days spent this way, and for that, I'm so so grateful.

Just a little check in.

Sorry to have left you with nothing but that dresser incident for nearly a month!

I wish I could say we've been so busy, too busy to sit down and write. The truth is, we've kind of just been hanging out. Easter came and went without too much to talk about. The girls had lots of fun, of course, and we had my mom and cousin down for the weekend, but it was pretty low key.

Elise's Spring Break is coming up the last week in April and we have plans to head to Edmonton and there will be lots of experiences to be had, I'm sure. I told the girls we could do anything they wanted that week, eat at a fancy restaurant, go to the museum, the art gallery, anything. You know what they want to do? Take the bus. They are most excited to ride the city bus... I can't say I'm as thrilled, but we'll be sure and try it out. My silly, small town kids. Maybe we'll take the LRT for a real thrill!

Anyway, we are just trucking along, waiting for nice weather. We have so many fun things coming up over the next few months, it's hard not to wish the time away! I'll be back to blog about our week 's adventures around the end of the month, if not sooner.

Happy Thursday!



The girls got these straw glasses in their Easter baskets and they have been a huge hit. And our precious Guinness, down in the corner. Our poor puppy went missing from our yard on Tuesday and hasn't been since. We are hoping the hope.

Dresser Scare

After a lot of extra cuddles and a bit of a post-bedtime breakdown on my part, I am ready to say this, if you have a dresser or a bookshelf in your home with small children - you MUST secure it to the wall. We've all heard it, and probably lots of you are proactive and sensible enough to have already ensured that your home is safe in this respect. I wish I could say the same.

Before I start - we are all safe and unhurt for the most part. But it could have ended very differently and I, for one, am guilt ridden.

We were all in my bedroom with Nana on FaceTime. Elise and I were on the bed and Tessa was playing around on the floor. I heard a noise and in an instant saw the tall dresser (with a giant, old tv on top, so ashamed to say) tipping over almost as if in slow motion. I just knew she was under it. I got to it in time to stop it from falling completely onto her, with the help of the bed also in it's path. The tv came crashing over my right side into another dresser and then the floor. All of the drawers opened onto her, but none of the weight of the dresser hit her, and I was able to stand it up. The worst part is that she kept apologizing! She thought Daddy would be mad about the tv, bless her little heart.

I can't even believe it happened. She wasn't climbing on it, just trying to reach a Barbie shoe that was sitting on top of it. I am sick to my stomach thinking about if I hadn't been right there. I'm more thankful for a jarred knee, broken tv and two fucked up dressers than you could ever imagine. So just strap them to the wall, ok? Because you don't want to feel how I feel right now, or worse.