Hip-hip hooray! She pulled through. J xo
Month: April 2018
Toddler Tuesday: The Goldfish Dilemma.
Can we talk about Goldfish crackers for a sec? This is a safe environment, right? While I’m wildly prepared for most circumstances, I have not gotten into the habit of having (specifically) Goldfish crackers in my diaper bag, car, house, purse, office etc. for “just in case” and this is something that I am regretting … Continue reading Toddler Tuesday: The Goldfish Dilemma.
Highway Rest Stops.
Every now and then I see something when I'm travelling that makes me think, "Huh. That makes way more sense." Case in point, this awesome rest stop that is accessible to both the North and South bound travellers. One building, one set of utility bills, one set of staff...you catch my drift. Kudos to you, … Continue reading Highway Rest Stops.
Toddler Tuesday, Week One: The Chip Debacle.
Toddlers are the funniest people in the world, I’m sure of it. There are so many random things that come out of Henry’s mouth, and watching him become autonomous has been so much fun, albeit extremely difficult in some circumstances as he opts for preferences that we just can’t provide travelling abroad (I'm looking at … Continue reading Toddler Tuesday, Week One: The Chip Debacle.
Grocery Store Amusement
Filed under "things we can learn from other countries" (I have more posts like this coming in the future so stay tuned!) is the availability of children's amusement features at grocery stores. Right now we're in Tuscany for the month and there are two grocery stores we're using. Our more regular shop is just down … Continue reading Grocery Store Amusement
Tuscan Nightmare (so far, so good).
I have to be honest you guys: hiding quietly in the back of my mind, but peeking out daily as a reminder that it is a possibility, is the scene from Under the Tuscan Sun where Diane Lane leaves her window open and a snake slithers into her house. That is what nightmares are made … Continue reading Tuscan Nightmare (so far, so good).
Kitchen’s closed.
I am sitting in the beautiful and spacious apartment we have rented for the month in a small village in Tuscany. As I write this, I can hear Paolo Nutini from the piazza’s only bar, I have a biscotti on the go, the boys are both asleep and the kitchen is (finally) cleaned. I remember … Continue reading Kitchen’s closed.
Fifty Four Countries Later 