So, what I want to write about this morning isn’t anything at all what I am going to write about. Let’s just say that as a mother, my limits were tested to the breaking point or as I will now coin the term – THE WREN POINT. I was giddy at the bus stop. GIDDY.

Small snippet:

Hi Wren, here’s some banana (screams and yells and spits banana everywhere)

Hey Wren, nose and toes to the wall, time out for you (screams and kicks me for 15 min)

Finn: Mom you are scary when Wren makes you mad. (Sorry Finn – massive guilt kicks in)

Hey Wren (finally able to come to eat) here’s some food, please eat (two bites later, I’m done)

Hey Wren, you’re going to die if you don’t start eating (I WANT TO DIE THEN!)

Hey Wren, this is wasteful (WHO CARES)

Hey Wren, let’s get dressed (NOPE)

Hey Wren, let’s try to pee (FUCK YOU MOM)

… so after dressing a rag doll, brushing teeth on a kid who wouldn’t open her mouth and dragging her to the bus stop this is her final good bye:

“BYE CLIFFORD – I LOVE YOU! (blows kisses and gets on the bus with a smile)”

MOTHER FUC — ER

OK, on to better topics. Clothes!

So a few weeks ago we decided we were going full throttle – a skiing family in the making. Three hills are within an hour from us, and we booked a holiday in Mont Tremblant so it’s time to put yourself out there and break a leg. Joking. I hope.

We took Finn to the Loretto Ski Shop which I have to say was hilarious. A former ski hill, turned ski shop, in the middle of absolute nowhere, in a house. But it was hopin’ and there was a Ski Swap so we outfitted Finn in some used boots. Awesome older guy really knew his stuff. A kijiji stop later and we had skis for him too.

Oh so what do you do next, you drive to Collingwood ‘just to look’ at their ski sale …

Ski Sales Man: So how many times did you ski last year?

Me: Uh I don’t know …

Ski Man: Half a dozen?

Me: Uh … no less then that …

Ski Man: So a couple?

Me: Uh … once?

So obviously seeing someone who cares nothing for money, 1400 later, Troy and I look amazing in our new boots and skis.

Then I read in a mag last night that Gwen Stefani has a line with Burton for Snowboarding gear. Well HELLO, this is my new favourite sport. So I felt it would be nice foray into the season change to plan out some outfit choices for skiing and apres ski – the best part really. We will embrace winter in this frigid country and look amazing doing it!

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I just need to perfect this angsty glare, then I will fit right in.

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Love this. Whip off that jacket in front of the fire, look at me, I still am awesome under this coat. Plaid meet leopard print meet British invasion.

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This has been in my cart since last night. Troy tells me we are hunkering and I shouldn’t spend. I say – how can I not?

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I’m not fussy on the print near the bottom, but for some reason the stripped cuffs speak to me. Plus it’s a mitt and I think I would do better skiing in a mitt. I’m more mitty then glovey.

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I’m kinda jazzing on this print..

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Mint ski pants – yes please!

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I’ve found my jacket …

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These are pretty awesome.

So now I leave you to carry on with my day of quiet bliss but as a parting shot, I will end this post with the song that Troy and I belt out each time we discuss our upcoming ski adventures. It dates us terribly but some of you will be able to relate. I need some gum …