Wednesday, October 22, 2008


But sick. Again. Day 9 and going strong with a cold and bad cough. Just me and Dad; you've only had a few sniffles. Was away in Saskatoon last week for three days, two nights - our first time apart. Busy making you a blanket since my return, a Wizard of Oz blanket.

Had a happy Thanksgiving...

...complete with 17 cm of snow which has since melted.

Getting ready for Halloween...

...even had candy apples for breakfast one morning - at your odd request - to help us prepare for the upcoming sugar rush.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Hey, thanks

On Friday morning, you, Nana and I were getting ready to go out when I told you that this weekend was Thanksgiving weekend when we tell everyone what we're thankful for. So I asked, "What are you thankful for?"

"Umm, winter. And Nana."

Later when we met Dad for lunch, I explained our conversation that morning then asked, "What else are you thankful for?"

"Mom. Food." Looking out the window, "cars. And Skye." I said, "Aren't you forgetting someone at the table here?" You looked around. "No." "What about Dad?" "No," you replied again.

This morning, I had the rarely-used video camera out and asked you the same line of questions for the record. You replied with "winter, Mom, Nana, Skye, Dad, clothes."

So, the lesson here is to keep asking until we get the answer we want. And to be thankful that you didn't rattle off toys, computer games or some other fairly frivolous and extravagant items. We must be doing something right.

Wednesday, October 08, 2008

Favourite things

Sometimes when we're laying there at night waiting for you to drift off into dreamland, I'll ask you what your favourite thing that day was. Today you said, "playing with Nana." When I broke the news to you that even though Nana is staying at our house while she recovers from her surgery, she won't be able to babysit you and that you'll still have to go to Amy's house tomorrow. To which you asked, "But who will keep Nana safe?"

Sunday, October 05, 2008

Somewhere awesome

For the past few months, each morning when we take you to Amy's or when Nana comes to babysit you insist that you want to go somewhere awesome. It's a last-ditch request as your dad and I are trying to get out the door. Amy usually tells you that you'll go to the park. Nana tells you that you need to get dressed before you can do anything. Until recently, no one has taken you too seriously.

In the past month that Nana's been on dialysis, she's had more energy than in the last couple years. So for the last few Mondays and Wednesdays she's been so good about taking you 'somewhere awesome.' You've gone to the hairdresser when Nana gets her hair washed. You've gone to the dollar store to get Halloween decorations. You've gone to McDonald's playland - somewhere your parents will never take you. You've gone to the donut shop for sprinkle donuts. I tell you often how lucky you are and allude to more outings.

Tonight while we were at Nana's for supper, she said she was ready to take you somewhere awesome tomorrow. You looked at her and said, "I know. Mom already told me." How quickly you get spoiled...