Hazel threw up for the first time yesterday. Around 3AM. So we changed her pajamas. Put her bedsheet and covers to soak in the bathub. And let her climb into be with us. Five minutes later she barfed again. And then she cried when we wouldn’t let her sleep with …
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: …
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?
