Ever since I took her to the Canada-Kazakhstan World Junior hockey game, Hazel has seemed very interested in the Canadian national anthem. So I’ve started singing it to her at bedtime. Tonight she interrupted me midway to remind me: “Helmets off.”
The scene: the whole family is sprawled in the master bed this morning. I’m still groggy and not quite awake. Hazel has a toothbrush in her mouth and I tell her to be careful so she doesn’t ram it down her throat as she rolls around the bed. Hazel responds: …
Gus is getting chubbier by the day. He’s no longer a little nerf football. Now he’s more like a grunting little piglet. By Aline’s unofficial weigh in, he’s somewhere between 9 and 10 lbs. For the most part, he’s a good baby. Only cries when s he’s hungry or wet. …
One dark night the Gruffalo’s child disobeys her father’s warnings and ventures out into the snow.
After all, the Big Bad Mouse doesn’t really exist . . .
Does he?
