Flexibility in times of Modern Air-Travel
Harry, air travel with kids is seldom fun, less so with kids that don’t sit still. In the case of travel in general, I like to joke that the lower my expectations are, the less likely I’ll be disappointed. This…
All the Lost Memories of Childhood
Harry, when you were new, I swore I’d remember every major moment and milestone. I felt so much pride for all those “firsts”…all your accomplishments really felt like my accomplishments. We had fun, and there were endless events and activities…
Three Days of Backcountry Camping with a Toddler
I’ve never done any sort of backcountry camping, let alone backcountry camping with a toddler. Old Glory is a hike I’ve done almost every year since I moved home from university. It’s the highest peak in the Rossland range, with…
I Don’t Want to Travel
I grew up in a scenic and beautiful area of our country, where as a child, I’d look out my bedroom window and see mountains, river, and sky. Growing up in BC’s Kootenays, I like to think I appreciated this…
“Sports Families” or “Recreation Families”
Physical activities can be classified into two groups: structured sports, and recreational hobbies. Both come with a unique set of skills and lessons. Both take commitment, and it’s challenging to be fully committed to both. Harrison, I want you to…
I Am the Papparazzi
I take so many pictures of you, Harry, and I have so much fun doing it. Photos are important to me, and I already appreciate looking back at pictures of newborn you (picture a small, jaundiced, newborn with resting-bitch-face). Many…
A Round of Applause Please, for My Mom-Squad
We approach one year of friendships! “K”’s birthday is tomorrow Harrison! It will be your first birthday party, and all your baby friends will be there. I said it: “Baby friends”. What that really means is my “mom-friends” will…
Harrison (Used to) Sleep Great
I have a complex relationship with sleep, Harrison. I have appreciated it, gone without it, struggled to achieve it, and coveted it. I hope you inherit the gift of being able to sleep like your father. You are a predictable…
Letters to Harrison
Why am I writing to you, Harrison
