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Our neighbour gifted Casper strawberry seeds and some soil and he's tenderly watered and checked on them patiently every day for a month, and today he finally got to eat the first one. ❤️

12 years since these babies fell in love! 😱 Can't believe how far we've come. Can't believe we're old enough to have been romantically involved with anyone for over a decade. 🙃 Best thing I ever did was marry my best friend. Here's to the next five

His 30th birthday was March 10, the day he arrived home to his exhausted wife after 3 weeks of tour. The pandemic was declared March 11. Suffice it to say he didn't get much in the way of birthday celebration that day. 😬 Finally was able to get some

My love. My partner, counterpart, confidante, mentor, comedian. There will never be enough words to describe how wonderful it is to watch you as a tender father to our boys. To do the work of raising them alongside you. It is the honour of a lifetime

the cusp of 4. if I look at this for too long it starts to freak me out because I can barely see his toddler self anymore. 😯

today I'm wishing and aching for some semblance of a happy birthday for my dear friend @linnheidistokkedal who is starting her second round of chemo. Linn, you have been a light in my life since the first night I met you 9 years ago. you are an etern

Rory is 6 months old! He continues to be everything sweet in this world. He has the funniest laugh that spills out of him in bursts like he's surprised about it. Drooling like a faucet trying to cut his third and fourth teeth (top two) and wants to s

so content. thank you for all the birthday wishes ❤️ I'm feeling so wrapped in love today and grateful for everyone in my life, especially my boys. 🎉

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September 17, 2019

Kids' Clothes

September 17, 2019

Can we all agree our kids have too many clothes? Okay, good. I bought way too much stuff when Casper was a baby and young toddler because I didn’t have a system or any frame of reference for how many pieces of clothing a kid realistically goes through. Whenever he grew out of a size I would find so many things he never wore (because it was impractical, fit weird, too niche of an item, etc) and felt so guilty. I noticed I was putting him in the same three or four outfits on rotation and ignoring everything else. So I decided to use that and create a little “capsule” closet for him. Now I feel like I’ve got a pretty good system that means I’m not drowning in laundry and my kid doesn’t have more clothing than he needs or can realistically wear in a season. This is what I do when I’m prepping for a new season or size:

September 17, 2019

January 25, 2017

Casper Nicholas

January 25, 2017

The last weeks of my pregnancy went by as if I was underwater. Each day dragged on and with every hour that passed without so much as a Braxton Hicks I became more uncomfortable. I tried hard not to be impatient, though I suspected (and was right) that I would go pretty far past my 'guess date'. Friends and family sent messages daily enquiring about the whereabouts of the baby, which I appreciated but found also made me anxious. I felt open to whatever birth experience was coming my way—I just didn't want to be induced.

On June 30th, 8 days past my due date with no signs that I was anywhere close to going into labour, we went to BC Women's early in the morning for a routine check-up they give to women who go past 41 weeks. I first had an ultrasound to check fluid levels and everything looked good. We went down the hall to have an NST done. They got me all hooked up and within 5 minutes things started happening. The nurses started to look concerned and were having me move from my right to my left side. Out of nowhere someone slapped an oxygen mask over my face and they started to wheel me away down the hall. I really didn't know what was going on but this strange sense of calm came over me. I could feel him kicking away as normal so I wasn't very alarmed. Andy chased after us and they explained that his heartbeat had decelerated way down and didn't come back up to totally "normal" range. There was mention of a c-section then. It was a little shocking. We didn't have anything packed because we thought we'd be in and out in an hour and back home waiting another week for him to show up. They wheeled me into the labour & delivery triage and decided to monitor me for a few more hours because he hadn't had any more big decelerations. Over those hours he did continue to drop down into the 90s but would come back up right away and they didn't seem that concerned. His heart rate was a little slower than what's considered 'normal' but after a few hours they realized that was normal for him. They weren't happy to leave it any longer, and so, I was induced. Of course.

January 25, 2017

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35 Weeks — Maternity Photos

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