Tis the Season . . . Continued

Tis the Season . . . Continued

Last week I told you that we got our measly two strands of Christmas lights up on the house without any issues. No near death experiences, no skipping, cursing toddler, nothing went wrong at all. Clearly at that point we started to get overly confident in ourselves....
Tis the Season

Tis the Season

Jason and I have never quite recovered from our colossal parenting fail as we attempted to go out and deck the halls for Christmas last year. We I had really grand plans. I wanted lights on all of the roof lines of the house; the first story, the second story and the...
My Circus, My Monkeys

My Circus, My Monkeys

We’ve all heard the saying, “not my circus, not my monkeys.” In other words, stick to your own drama, you don’t have enough time or energy to get sucked into messes that you don’t already own.The last few weeks, especially the last 10...
Reign of Terror

Reign of Terror

In my last post I told you that Ewen has been wearing the cone of shame for the past week. He was also on restricted activity which meant he found himself tied up on a rope much of the time, or being handwalked by me or Jason on a leash. When we would walk near the...