bad mom moment

I'm 85% certain that this toothbrush has been used on the edges of my sink and possibly worse.


I'm 100% certain that I pulled it out of Magdelyns mouth the other day.

She's very into oral hygiene right now. I feel sick thinking about it.

Olympic Spirit

On Monday, Tim ditched work early and we joined the throngs in downtown Vancouver celebrating the Olympic Spirit. We also attended a curling match thanks to Britco and all their free tickets. Tim works for an official Olympic sponsor, a entitlement which carries with it certain benefits, ranging from barter worthy lapel pins to free tickets. We arranged sitting for our dear child who currently despises her stroller which she's waaaaaaaay to cool for now that she can "walk walk," which is exactly what she screams every time I wrestle her into her very nice buggy. "WALK WALK!" She didn't get invited to the Olympics.


As much as I enjoyed the crowds, and athletics, and neat street art and performers my favorite part of the day was the company. It's rare that we get to 'go out' together. The biggest treat of the day was just -- time.


I think we're going to start trying to get more of that. Time. Together. Okay, deal.

Don't be sad at me.

Tim and I bickered the other day. I got quiet. An effectively irritating passive aggressive stance. Not really helpful in reaching a resolution, but it drives him crazy. He'd much rather have it out then face my silence. He's not comfortable with silence.

half an hour later he said "why are you mad at me?!"

Me: "I'm not mad, I'm sad"

Tim: "Well don't be. Don't be sad at me."

and I laughed. "Okay, I won't be sad at you."

Just like that, I think we found our key to unlock the passive aggressive silent stalemate. "Don't be sad at me." Man, I like him. He's so easy to fight with. You know you've made it somewhere in your marriage when you figure out how to bicker effectively.

She's not a hugger

She never has been. Daddy struggles to get hugs...unless:



he's on the can. All of a sudden snuggles are forthcoming. What a wierdo.

The battle rages on

I spend a large part of my days defending against things like this,



And this,

The torch was in town

and we were there.

Hitting the gym young

We're all about health at the Epp household:

is there such a thing as done?

I just spent a good amount of time sweeping my driveway. A neighbor drove by and waved at me. Probably thinking what a conscientious addition to the neighborhood we are. Probably thinking how he needs to sweep his driveway so that he can keep up with us.

We need to take our christmas lights down.

Is sweeping the driveway normal? As a kid I'd get sent outside to sweep our mile long farm yard driveway, so it stands to reason that a little piece of cement in the suburbs should be kept clean. Something in my world gets set right when stray bark mulch gets sent back to it's bed. A nearly pebble free driveway makes me feel like I'm ready for company. Stop by! I'm totally ready for you - to ... park. And even though no one is coming over today, so much less gravel will get tracked into the house. And I got to cross it off my list.

It's not normal is it?

While making my front entry a tidy place, I noticed how the driveway next to us is all new and shiny white which made me want to not only sweep but also power wash. My neighbor would probably be even more impressed if he saw me power washing. Why does one task always lead to another? Completion is such a fleeting feeling.

Bok Bok ...

This does not appear to be a passing phase