My husband is really great about giving me time to do things on my own on the weekend, recognizing that I recharge best when I am by myself. (Hello my name is Kelly and I am an introvert.)
Usually when the weekend rolls around and my husband asks what I would like some time for, I respond with one of two answers: Continue reading
I love a good project. This is partly because it gives me an excuse to buy a pretty notebook and new pens. But it is mainly because I love the rush that a new challenge brings. There is so much to be organized! So many lists to write! And then there is all the learning that comes from a project. Now that I’m adulting on the regular, I don’t have a lot of formal opportunities to learn, where I’m held accountable by deadlines and professors or employers. So when I get an idea for a personal project, the part of my brain that craves new learning challenges gets really pumped. Continue reading
It’s been awhile since I devoted time to my blog. Because life. Because kids. Because it’s always easier to not do than it is to do.
But on this rainy morning, I found myself missing it. Missing the connection it provides me with when I do invest the time and energy to put myself and my words out into the world. And missing the resulting comfort of knowing I am not alone in my messiness. My ‘spinny-ness’ (new word, y’all). Continue reading
I’ve been a member of a club for almost a decade now. There have been some drawbacks to membership, but all things considered, I’ve really enjoyed being part of it; there have been a lot of really good times. In fact, some of the best times of my life so far have been spent as a member.
In a couple of days, however, I will be permanently removed from the club’s membership list. Deleted. Forever. This has been difficult for me to accept. I’ve protested and pleaded. I’ve ugly-cried. But there was no reasoning with the club’s administration. My time as a member? Over. Continue reading
Here in Canada, we’re known for a few things.
Hockey, maple syrup, Ryan Gosling, saying sorry a lot…just to name a few, eh?
Mmhmm. You. are. welcome.
We’re also known for our public health care system. It’s pretty impressive. This isn’t going to be a post about it, but it’s where today’s musings got started.
In my lovely province, when a woman goes home after having a baby, she receives a follow-up call from a nurse. The goal is to ensure that both Baby and Mama are doing well and adapting to their new circumstances. I got my call on Monday of this week, and something the nurse said got me thinking. Continue reading
8 days ago, I was writing a letter to my postpartum self.
Today, I have a 7-day old little girl. Our pink buddha. Our fraggle. I can’t stop inhaling her. I can’t get enough of her little squeaks, her tiny toes. She sneezes and the roof lifts and she farts like a trucker. We are smitten.
So…my little pickle’s birth story… Continue reading
Dear Formidable You,
In little more than 36 hours from now, you will be holding your daughter for the first time! Continue reading