The terrible twos. Do those words send shivers down your spine like they do mine? Those two little words evoke many awful and amusing scenarios but the most dramatic usually involve my fourth child, David. As a baby he was a delight with sparkling blue eyes and a warm, loving personality. Physically he was plump and passive. He’d…… Continue reading The Experiments Of A Run-About Baby
Life was especially chaotic after the birth of our eighth and ninth children because everyone was still fourteen and under. It was difficult to keep a sharp eye out for my new bundle of energy, Anthony. As our second youngest, Anthony’s basic character has always been pleasant and easy going. His eyes are usually twinkling and a slight…… Continue reading My Baby LOVES Dog Food
The tale of the chickens’ demise started out innocently enough. I had no idea that I was setting myself up for a disaster of massive proportions. It began when the butchers phoned us to change our butchering day to the very same weekend as a conference that Michael was looking forward to attending. Putting on a positive front, I assured…… Continue reading ” I Will Never Complain About My Life Again!”
This picture is a great symbol for how I very often feel as I watch my offspring. Sometimes I think, “Are you really my kid?Where did that talent, personality or characteristic come from?” All my children have the same parents and have lived in the same environment but each child inherited not only different physical genes but…… Continue reading Nature Not Nurture. Trust Me.
When my eighth child was born, every one was thirteen and under. The mornings could be chaotic and six year old David was the main contributor to the mayhem. He was full of energy and good humour but would express it by running up and down the kitchen in between eating, brushing his teeth, gathering reading…… Continue reading The Battle To Get David Dressed
One visit from Grandma Jean and Grandpa Ron occurred when Melissa and Mara were about four and five years old. My two little girls were fascinated as they watched Grandma apply a touch of make-up each morning because they had never seen anything like it. I wasn’t interested in make-up in those days and frankly there wasn’t time anyway;…… Continue reading Make-Up And Little Girls
Do you remember this humourous, family kitchen scene, perhaps from the forty’s or fifty’s, where a child sits on a stool with a huge sheet tied around their neck, a pained expression on their face and a bowl on their head as Mother stands poised behind them, scissors in hand? This family drama came to life in the early 1990’s. Our whole…… Continue reading Cutting Kids Hair By Trial and Error