book review: don’t ever look behind door 32

“Don’t Ever Look Behind Door 32” is one of those stories that grabs you from the first page. A story about a “magical Hotel … with some unusual occupants” where the guests “are invited to experience everything that it has to offer … [just] don’t ever look behind door 32.”

As the doors are listed from 1-32, each one of those rooms has a fantastically eerie function. Not only does this encourage counting with your child, but it gives them something to look forward to as well.

This book is humorous and strange and sweet. The rich colours alone are incredibly vivid and entertaining. The rhymes flow so naturally and the illustrations are worthy of Sony Pictures.

What child or adult doesn’t love a story about a mysterious hotel? I know that I certainly do. I will be holding onto this book for many years.

While it may be intended for children aged 3-8, it certainly didn’t stop us from enjoying it!

This book was graciously sent to me to review on my blog. All words and opinions are mine.


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remy’s 2nd birthday photography

This year, Remy’s birthday party didn’t go as planned. I had initially booked a room at a local play centre and had invited all of our family members that live near us. As her birthday drew closer, more and more of our family were unable to make it. This included my husband! With less than two weeks to go, I had no choice but to cancel everything. Instead, we ended up having about four mini parties with various family members on the days that worked for them. It was a week of sheer exhaustion (given that no one actually lives in the city), but we made it! Remy is so loved, which makes me so happy.

For our own intimate celebration with just the three of us, I decided to do a Morning in the Life where I photographed our daily ritual at home. It began with Remy’s bath. Next, we played in our master bedroom. Then Geoffrey and I sat with her while she ate her late morning snack, we opened birthday presents, and then we sat on the couch and played with some of her new toys.

Even though two rooms in our house are under renovations, I wanted to document exactly how we spent even just part of our day at this moment in our lives. From the gentle light of the morning sun in our bathroom, to Remy playing with her toys on our bed, to the length of her beautiful hair, to the shortness of mine, to Geoff’s clothes, I feel as if I have to capture it all. Our home is almost exactly how we would like it- which means that we are probably getting ready to sell it. But, all of this is what makes us unique. This is our life with a now two-year-old.

What sorts of things do you wish to never forget? Good or bad, let me know below.


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this time last year

Hey everyone! My not-so-little girl will be celebrating her second birthday in just a few days. I intend on having a post dedicated to her then. In the meantime, I recently had a look back at the photographs from her first birthday. What a whirlwind. It was certainly my favourite party that I’ve ever thrown and attended (probably because the guest of honour and occasion was so special). ;-)))

Here are some additional pictures that I didn’t publish, but love dearly.

See you in a few days!


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instagram in january

Since this is the first month of 2018, I wanted to make sure that I am up-to-date with my fellow Instagrammers!

I adore the people and connections that I have made through Instagram. I personally feel as if it’s a great community to reach out to others who share similar interests or lifestyles. In my case, that would namely be mamas. I’ve went beyond being social media friends with many of them, and have exchanged phone numbers, addresses, gifts, and more! I used to post daily (who has time for that anymore), but have gone to only posting about twice a week. However, I am more frequent in my stories.

Here are some of my photos this month:

New tattoos.

Church bound, although I’m not sure where Remy is going.

Monkey jumping on the bed.

Happy birthday, dear husband.

January details.

Viewing acreages for sale.

Some stories:

Renovating our kitchen.

Remy helping dada.

Early morning walks.

Do you have Instagram? If so, please leave your handle in the comments. Or you can follow me here, and let me know that you have read my blog. I’ll be sure to follow you back if I’m not already!


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i’m still here

Hey everyone. I wanted to check in since going silent last month.

I hope that you’ve been having a great year, as short as it’s been. January has been a bit rough for us- between my husband being gone, tragedies with his work, sicknesses in our household, and a general feeling of sadness that I just cannot shake. Ordinarily, I am not this candid on my blog. Rather, I tend to save my true feelings for Instagram. However, I thought screw it. It’s time to be honest, and stop being afraid of what people might think.

I had quite a few mothers reach out to me in my last post regarding my miscarriage. Thank you. Thank you for being brave enough to share your stories, coping mechanisms, and more. I truly feel united to you all, and wish you nothing but the best. This is a safe space for those who would like to connect and tell their truths. I support everyone who wishes to do so, and will tolerate no hatred, bullies, or trolls. If the latter relates to you, your comments will not be approved nor read by me!

Looking back through my Instagram feed, I’ve noticed that since having Remy, my face has changed. I used to be a carefree and naive girl. Now, I feel like I physically, mentally, and emotionally am so different. I’ve grown up, and as such, my appearance has matured. I no longer try to look happy and perfect in my photos, but rather, have a look of contentment and solemnity. I also seem to never look at the camera, but to focus on Remy instead. This is not forced, it is instinctive. It is motherhood.

A few weeks ago I set out to capture a few outfit photos. I used to regularly feature my outfit of the day, and I wanted to try bringing that back. After looking through the images, I saw someone I didn’t recognize. My eyes look sad, my hair is its natural dark, and my smile is contrived. The images were so raw that I considered not posting them. Then, relating back to my second paragraph, I knew that they needed to be published. This is me in pain. This is me carrying on during the day as if I didn’t lose my second child. This is me in my current state. This is me needing to change. I’m going to stop putting myself last in our family and take the time to put effort into how I think, feel, and look. I’m going to do selfish things that make me feel like a normal person again. I’m going to colour my hair, get my nails done, and return to the gym. I’m going to stop suppressing my emotions and instead let them out. I deserve these things. We all do. We shouldn’t deny ourselves of self-care. I have for 2 years now, and it’s going to stop. This death doesn’t signify an end. This is the start of something new.

What do you guys do for self-love? What brings you back to feeling normal?


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  • Welcome, friends! My name is Emory. I am a wife, mother of two (one earthside and one with the angels), and an animal rescuer. This is our life on the Canadian prairies.

  • Man, did Remy and I have a standoff this morning. All because she didn’t want to wear socks with her boots. She threw a massive tantrum, and I yelled at her. Afterwards, we went for our walk and everything was back to normal. That is, aside from her puffy eyes and tear-stained face. My poor girl. Parenting can be so hard sometimes. Thank goodness for children being so resilient. 
That disaster behind me is nearly gone. We’re currently installing the last of our kitchen shelves, and our new sink arrived this morning. I’m excited to have a less cluttered spare room!
Have a wonderful week, everyone. This room has not yet been touched by us. It is our master bedroom. Everything about it (aside from our furniture) is exactly the same as when we purchased our home. I think that if we do list in the near future, it will be the only room in our house that we did not renovate. Part of me wants to stay just to finish it. A small part.
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