Dear Hubbibi, Thanks for being you. YOU are a fantastic father – an absolute natural. Thanks for being a Daddy who… … timed my contractions for hours and never failed me during a hard labour that took forever… … never lost your cool during a freaky labour that took almost no time at all… ……
Category: My Hubbibi
That guy I love (the big one)
Non-Expert Thoughts on The Avengers
This is not an actual review, since I only (finally) saw The Avengers the other night, when all the true fans are on their second viewing (at least). Everybody who cares about superheroes and comic book lore already knows it’s the best movie in its genre and that Joss Whedon is a freakin’ genius. So…
Who would you have been when the Titanic sank?
Last night at about 2:30 a.m., the wreck of the Titanic turned 100 years old. There were four of us talking about it in our kitchen yesterday evening, and again this morning – about how there were boats travelling to that very spot in the Atlantic Ocean, to commemorate the centennial… and about what an…
Spring Totally Sprang
So, now that the news of impending baby #3 is common knowledge, you can imagine what I did with my March break. I obviously wasn’t blogging, although I made several attempts. I WAS: Playing with my kid Reading stories to my kid Convincing myself to eat food Sleeping whenever possible Trying to find more ways…
Happy Birthday and Happy 10 Years to my Hubbibi
Yesterday, my beloved Hubbibi turned 35. (He doesn’t look it, though. They only recently stopped carding him at the liquor store, so I think I can safely say he’s 35 years young. Right, honey?) That means we’ve been together for 10 whole years. On his 25th birthday, we were a very new couple, living in…
Encouraging the love between boys
Imagine a 12-year-old boy with a chip on his shoulder. He moves from an inner-city school in a large metropolis to a well-to-do urban school in a much smaller city. He has been moved, for the most part, because his mom doesn’t have a clue how to control or improve his behaviour. The administration at…
Why I DEARLY Love My Husband’s Robot Face
Hi, peeps. I’m SORRY! Whether you’re into group names or not, I really hope you are, in fact, Di-hards. Because otherwise I think you might have ditched me by now, such has been the shamefulness of my neglect. (You don’t have to tell me, I know you miss my blog posts as bad as you’d…
Meet the New Lady
{So far, Mr. A is winning: I’m pretty sure “Di-hards” is my favourite suggestion regarding club names to make us sound more cool. (Well, he suggested it along with “fans”, but I’m just not sure I pull that off.) To me, you’re di-hards because you rock no matter what. You’re here for the funny stuff…
Stillbirth: O Magnum Mysterium
This Tuesday, Sean and I were back at the out-of-town hospital, to speak again with the doctor about Sebastian’s autopsy. Thankfully, this time we didn’t wait long at all – and we had already eaten lunch at my favourite Indian restaurant, so that helped my state of mind. The doctor cut right to the chase:…
Should Evolution Be Taught In Schools?
Sean and I had fun watching this li’l video the other day. It’s fifty-one Miss USA candidates weighing in on whether evolution should be taught in schools. It’s a good question for categorizing candidates – those who know their minds, and those who don’t. Those who, like politicians, are trying desperately to say something that…