That little voice….

No matter how overworked, exhausted, stressed, sleep-deprived and ill-able to cope with the incessant energies of a toddler you are, you should still listen to that little voice in your head. You know the one. It tells you things like, “Giving a 30-gallon tub of Lego to The Child to play with unsupervised might not…

That’s my kid!

We were down at Devon House again for an Awards Committee meeting this morning (I’m on this great committee that gives away government grant money), when Katherine wanted to have a look at the gallery. We wandered in and a conversation arose that went something like this: K: That’s one that you made there, right?…

“Why we keep her”, or “This is a Dr. Jekyll day”

I was (still am, actually, just taking a coffee break) working away frantically in my studio, trying out leaf printing with metallic paints on a hand-painted sky (more on this later, in the Seastrands blog) and was more than happy with the results. I hailed The Sprogget (as John calls her) who was working away…

Makes me want to kick something…

I had to swing in to the supermarket (Loblaws, Superstore, Dominion or whatever you call it where you are – I see no need to withhold names here) yesterday and, after grabbing the necessaries, wended my way to the cash. I was in a hurry, so I steered around the crowded areas, which caused me…

She has to eat because…

I was taking a moment to read some weird news on CBC the other day when John wandered in and started reading over my shoulder. At that moment, I happened to be just leaving the page about a marine who was trying to auction off the rights to rename him in order to raise some…