Beck

July 23, 2009

  • Pictures

    By Beck
    The Boy got rushed to the hospital from his doctor's office yesterday afternoon, which was pretty exciting. (…)

July 16, 2009

  • What Do You Do With A Drunken Sailor

    By Beck
    It is - despite the chilly mid-April temperatures and the monsoon rains - summer and the local young people are enjoying their freedom. (…)

July 9, 2009

  • Wistful With A Dash Of Computer Problems

    By Beck
    My computer is DYING - I can't presume that I'll have more than a few seconds on it before it suddenly flutters off, which makes writing on it more exciting than usual. (…)

July 2, 2009

June 25, 2009

  • Leap

    By Beck
    I was looking at pictures from a few years ago - and is this ever a good idea? I suspect not - and was just stricken by how small and child-sized my Boy was just minutes ago. (…)

June 18, 2009

  • Veruca Salt And Light

    By Beck
    The Baby just returned from a walk with her Papa and my cousin Ben, chocolate bar in hand. It is 10:30 in the morning. (…)

June 4, 2009

  • Gruff

    By Beck
    I just got back from watching a classroom performance of The Three Billy Goats Gruff - my son was a very appropriately gruff-voiced troll, crouched underneath a set of classroom play stairs. (…)

May 28, 2009

  • Babies

    By Beck
    My daughter's grade four class has had a visitor every other week over the past school year. (…)

May 21, 2009

  • The grains beyond age

    By Beck
    Yesterday started off oddly, with me waking up to a silent computer. (…)

May 14, 2009

  • Little Dolls

    By Beck
    When I was young, I had very decided tastes in names:
    I liked them antique.
    I liked them flowery.
    I liked them long and rippling with syllables.
    Arabella! Cordelia! Sebastian! (…)

April 30, 2009

  • Magic

    By Beck
    My Baby finished her last session of nursery school (or "library school", as it's called locally) this morning, and it was moderately bittersweet, as these things are. (…)

April 23, 2009

  • As Long As I'm Living

    By Beck
    My youngest child turned four this week, which feels kinda funny, really. And I found myself talking to my sister-in-law - who is expecting a baby this very summer! (…)

April 16, 2009

  • The Bear Went Over The Mountain

    By Beck
    Where I live is very, very rocky - not mountains, really, but just giant outcroppings of rocks and hills - and the other day my kids were outside and I was occupying myself my cleaning up the detrius of winter (its coffee cups and chip bags) when I realized that not one of my three kids were within view. (…)

April 9, 2009

March 26, 2009

  • On Not Remembering

    By Beck
    I was busy making breakfasts and school lunches this mornings - and I HATE the time between 7 and 8 am on weekday mornings, really - and I overheard my oldest daughter telling my son how to make bannock. (…)

March 19, 2009

  • Almost

    By Beck
    It is almost springtime here - the snowbanks are beginning to recede, leaving in their wake dog poop and Tim Hortons cups and deep muddy puddles that The Baby has been instructed not to jump in. (…)

March 12, 2009

  • Coffins

    By Beck
    We went to a wake earlier this week, driving through freezing rain in the evening's soggy darkness. (…)

March 5, 2009

  • It's Over, March.

    By Beck
    It will be March Break in slightly over a week, which fills me with ominous foreboding. (…)

February 26, 2009

  • Little Babies Everywhere

    By Beck
    I held a friend's newborn baby yesterday and The Baby hovered nearby, half sweet-hearted (gently stroking the baby's ears and fingers), half jealous (getting a little TOO enthusiastic in her ear-and-finger stroking) and I was amused by how automatic it all was to me - the calm hand guiding The Baby, the feel of the sweet weight in my arms… I could look after babies forever OR SO MY BODY TELLS ME. (…)

February 19, 2009

  • candlelight

    By Beck
    I nearly burned down my house this morning!
    It was unintentional and involved a CANDLE LEFT BURNING IN AN EMPTY ROOM - just like the PSA! (…)