I’ve been putting off this post for a few days (a common theme with me, have you noticed?!) We’re into single figure weeks before I go (Mr. British Maple is following a week later) and it’s starting to feel far too real. As cathartic as this blog is, there are some things I just don’t want to face up to and this move is definitely one of them! Continue reading
Wednesdays are my second favourite day of the week because the Lord is safely out of the way at daycare (Fridays are my favourite day of all because they’re both in daycare – does that make me a bad mummy?!)
Anyway, on this, my second favourite day, I took the General to the park and for once, he was pretty content to play with other children without my involvement. This gave me some much-needed time to sit and reflect. I resisted the urge to get out my phone to catch up on the three texts I’d still not replied to and just watched. Continue reading
It almost hurts to write this post but here goes…we will be leaving Canada in July this year. We have enjoyed the best part of five, happy years in Toronto. Our miniature humans are Canadian and we have made some amazing friends too.
To help process this massive change, I will be embarking on the British Maple Leaves Tdot series. I hope to cover every aspect of such a big move – picking packers, talking to toddlers, drinking copious amounts of wine, saying goodbye, you name it!
Watch this space for the first instalment next week.
It’s been a couple of weeks since you peeps heard from me and with good reason! Aside from having my four wisdom teeth pulled (ouchie), Mr. British Maple has been suffering from Man Flu – a fate worse than any tooth extraction.
Enough of our physical woe, though. I thought it was time to provide a little update on my last post (I apologise for the choice language, by the way – lack of sleep makes me cranky, to say the least). Continue reading
Once upon a time there was a girl who met a guy.
They fell in love, bought a house, got married, moved to Canada, had a baby and never slept again…The End?! Well, we can’t actually see the end but every single, cosmo-foresaken night we hope to the ends of the Earth that tonight will be the night that they finally both sleep.
WARNING: there are boobies in this post!
This is quite a brave post for me to write and the fact that it is a brave post saddens me greatly. For some of my close friends, this will come as no surprise but for all my other FBBFF (Facebook Best Friends Forever) I anticipate reactions ranging from raised eyebrows, scrunched noses and a few ‘good for you’ silent nods.
Here goes…I still nurse BOTH my boys. Yep, you read that correctly…both the Lord and the General are still on the boob!
Happy birthday Mr. British Maple! Gone are the days when we would celebrate Mr. BM’s birthday in the pub garden. Instead, we spent the morning at the Toronto Botanical Garden and Edward Gardens (I have to admit, I’m not quite sure where one ends and the other one starts!) Continue reading
When the Lord was born, the best piece of advice anyone ever gave me was :
You will have a hundred battles a day, but you’ll only win one – pick it wisely!
Today was a rare Solo Saturday for me as Mr. British Maple has dusted off his golf sticks and trotted off to shoot some holes with his crew.
Having been cooped up all winter, I am determined to get outside whenever possible (and also to treat my teacup humans better than the average prisoner!) So the five of us (including Broom Cat and Giraffe) packed up a picnic and headed off to Allan Gardens in Toronto. Continue reading
In honour of International Caesarean Awareness Month (and the fact that I bloody love a birth story!) I thought I’d share the General’s bump to baby story.
When we realised that the Lord was allergic to sleep we decided to just crack on with number two. We marked the calendar, did the dance and luckily for us the stick turned pink (so to speak)!
The British Maple 