I snapped a photo of the kids outside painting this afternoon and was about to post it on Instagram (’cause why else take a picture) when I realized the absurdity of the situation.

The picture shows how these kids are happy, healthy (eating a nutritional snack), creative and outdoors. By all rights, I am portrayed as a mom-of-the-year!

What the picture doesn’t show is that this was their first breath of fresh air for the day and this was also the first time they got off their iPads/electronics ALL DAY! and it was at 4pm!

Mom-of-the-year award instrarevoked!!!

I still posted the picture but I ‘fessed up and owned my day. Sure I could reason that the kids were exhausted from a long week outdoors and that I needed to spend the day doing housework and job-searching (electronically induced children make for quiet houses). But if I’m really going to own my shit, then I need to admit that somedays this is just how we roll.  No excuses.

“MOM!!!!” (currently being yelled throughout the house, complete with running and doors slamming)

I guess quiet time is over.

peace & love,


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The completed masterpieces

The completed masterpieces


Happy 9th Birthday Moxie!!

Moxie-licious turned 9 today!

We started the day with our traditional donut breakfast and then I sent all 3 kids off to Peterborough Academy of Performing Arts theatre camp (Amazingly appropriate – and just plain amazing) on a sugar high!  Afterwards there was the usual (but never boring) dinner, cake and presents!!

Traditional Donut Birthday Breakfast

Traditional Donut Birthday Breakfast

'Angel Cake' by request

‘Angel Cake’ by request

Make a Wish!

Make a Wish!

Silly kids

Silly kids

I can’t believe that it was a year ago today that we were on Vancouver Island where Moxie got to spend her 8th birthday amongst chickens, 800 year old trees, and the Ocean. Click here to play back some memories!

She also was the theme of the Song of the Day: Strange Girl, The Zolas.

And here is a photo montage of our Strange (and wonderful) Girl through the years (in mostly random order):

Love you Moxie Richmond Hooper all the way to the moon and back..





Taking Time

During her first visit to our new home, my 8 year old daughter looked out at the row of backyards and asked,

“Do you have to have a clothes line to live in Peterborough?

“Yes, it’s the law.”

Not having had a clothes line myself since I was a kid, I am slowly learning the fine art of this labour of love. Lucky for me, my family of five produces lots and lots of love for me to practice.

And through practice I have learned that if you use too many clothes pins, you’re at risk of running out before the bottom of the basket; but not enough clothes pins and your neighbours may question your intentions. (We have already had to fish my bra out of the blackberry bushes with a hockey stick.)

Cramming the washing machine full of clothes is a futile effort because our clothesline holds only a perfectly balanced load. And there should be no overcrowding on the line because much like a family (in particular, our new blended family) each unique member needs their own space to breathe.

And so I have learned am learning to relax, enjoy the moment and appreciate that this will take some time.

It’s another reminder for me to slow down and inhale the beautifully blended aroma of clean clothes, freshly cut grass and tomato plants.

It’s a reminder to appreciate the simplicity of a line full of memories: past, present and future.

A reminder to allow myself to get lost in their dance as they each move to their own rhythm in the same gentle breeze; stretching their independence while always remaining connected.

And at the end of a long summer day I can reflect on each moment of time and fall asleep in a bed of pure sunshine.


Team Adventurers

Erica Richmond


And so it begins…

Team Adventurers are on day 5 of our new life adventure in Peterborough (#ptbo). I’ve taken these days to unplug, unwind and unpack. (and unpack and unpack..)

I’ve unpacked enough boxes that we are no longer tripping over them (this rule does not apply to the basement) but there are still some key items are MIA.  No doubt, the missing items were used as box fillers. You know, when you have 3/4 of a box filled with candles and you use the extra space to throw in a wooden spoon, a pillow case and the pack of garbage bags.  Obviously I labeled all boxes accurately (candles & stuff) so I’m not sure what went wrong.

Lucy (our cat) has recovered from the traumatic move.  On Saturday, the movers emptied each room and stripped the house of all her hiding places until she was found trying her best to look invisible behind the leg of a bare bed frame. Lucky for her, the new house is proving to be full of amazing hideouts and she spends her days testing all of them.  She has even overcome her fear of the stairs (because clearly bare wood stairs are the evil cousin to the peaceful carpeted ones she was familiar with).

When chatting with a friendly neighbour (aren’t they are friendly in ptbo?) she welcomed me to the ‘hood and gave me a piece of advice:

“You will need to learn to slow down.”

geez… do i really have that much GTA written across my face?

She gave me the example of going to the grocery store.  In a big city, the point of the checkout line is to keep people moving as quickly as possible.  In ptbo by contrast, the cashiers may spend some time chatting with customers, asking them how their day is going and taking the time to listen.  (In other words, they will be friendly).

This concept isn’t entirely new to me. I grew up in a small farming community in a town that boasted 2,700 people; however, I have lived in much bigger cities for the past 20 years and it might take some time for my brain to adjust.  But it is definitely something I am looking forward to.

I would like my head to stop spinning.

And I can’t imagine that this will take long. We live on a point and have water on either ends of our street.  That in itself is calming.

My morning run route takes me along two beaches, a lift lock and an abundance of bunnies and ducks.  I have to remember to keep a pace that allows me to return the greetings of each peppy passerby with a genuine smile and an emphatic “good-morning”.  (Far cry from the head nod and fleeting eye contact I might encounter when running in the sprawl).  It’s a good thing the air is so fresh up here to fill my lungs (and yes, we are going to pretend that the reason my pace is slower is allow me the breath to say good-morning).

Life I love you,

All is groovy.


Team Adventurers