This is a post that’s been swimming around in my brain for a while now, but I’ve been hesitant to write it because I imagine some readers’ reactions being something along the lines of “You’ve lost too much baby weight? Cry me a river.” If you think you might fall into that category, please skip […]
Baby girl and I chatted with my sister via Skype yesterday afternoon. She told me about this 30-day yoga challenge she’s been doing, and it got me thinking. I haven’t been happy about the state of my body lately for a variety of reasons (which I’ve been meaning to discuss in a separate blog post; […]
I didn’t write an end-of-year post, a goodbye-2014/hello-2015 wrap-up. Because the end of the year didn’t feel like an ending. But now does. The year of the horse is coming to a close. It started on January 31, 2014, just before my last week of work. Within weeks, we had packed up our house and […]
I would kill for a 3-hour stretch of sleep right about now. Last night, baby girl’s longest was an hour and a half. Ninety minutes. More often less. I am dragging today. * In brighter news, tomorrow is the deadline for what Hubby is now referring to as his dream job. I won’t go into […]
Baby girl is 10 months old, you guys. That’s, like, so close to a year it’s freaking me out a little. This month has been another crazy one, with her second round-trip intercontinental flight, including an overnight stay in a country that required an actual stamp (visa) in her already well-used passport. It was the […]
Last night, we were welcomed back to Montreal with snow. Fat, sticky flakes, the kind I used to fantasize about before our big move. Hubby had to dig our car out of long-term parking before we could make the slippery journey back to our apartment, where the cats greeted us at the door, probably hoping […]
Last week, on the same day he blithely wondered aloud whether recent events in this country would spark (yet another) war, my husband also announced that he thinks we should move here, job or no job. “I think if we live here I’ll get a job, no problem.” I know this is likely grief talking. […]
Something Out of Nothing 