The First Pancake...

Ever since I saw Pieces of April, I always think about it 

when I make the first pancake.

But on Saturday we made blue berry pancakes for breakfast 

and the first ones turned out perfect!!

See!

Only thing I did differently was to have this little guy helping me...

I think he'll be helping make pancakes from now on!

Some people have all the luck...and it's not me.

It's been like the week of the prom in our house this week. Don had some tux fittings, car & hotel arrangements to make, packing and planning and planning and planning... 

Finally tonight, Don is off to the 42nd Juno awards. He has been nominated for Aboriginal Album of the Year. Long story short, I ended up not going, but it turned out for the best...both Oscar & I got a cold, so we're cuddling and commiserating together. Ha. More like we're cuddling then yelling at each other. Fun times...but I digress.

Back on the celebrating side of things, I also realized this week that every time I haven't been able to go to an awards ceremony with Don, he wins. I'm like his bad luck charm..ha ha.  So, we're crossing our fingers tonight that it will work again, and even if we can't be there, we're hoping for the best! And don't worry, we'll be happy to have you back home, Juno or not.

Good luck Papa!

We're so proud of you!

To Like or not to Like...

So, after you watch a documentary on Netflix about what happens to Porn stars after they're done in the porn industry...what are you supposed to rate it? It was an interesting documentary, but do I really want to rate it, "Liked It", "Really Liked It" or worse yet, "Loved It"? What kind of suggestions am I going to get if I pick any of those?! Maybe I'll just leaved it unrated...

Where fore art thou?

I was 'spring' cleaning out my bookshelf this week and a book fell open to this page...how appropriate I thought... as I'm doubting to whether I'll ever see another Spring here in Winnipeg again. But thanks, Christina Rossetti, for another good one. 

If I might see another Spring,
I'd not plant summer flowers and wait:
I'd have my crocuses at once,
My leafless pink mezereons,
My chill-veined snowdrops, choicer yet
My white or azure violet,
Leaf-nested primrose; anything
To blow at once not late.

If I might see another Spring
I'd listen to the daylight birds
That build their nests and pair and sing,
Nor wait for mateless nightingale;
I'd listen to the lusty herds,
The ewes with lambs as white as snow,
I'd find out music in the hail
And all the winds that blow.

If I might see another Spring-
Oh stinging comment on my past
That all my past results in "if"-
If I might see another Spring
I'd laugh to-day, to-day is brief;
I would not wait for anything:
I'd use to-day that cannot last,
Be glad to-day and sing.

Take What You Can Get

The last few days, Oscar has only been content with rocking to sleep in the rocking chair. Quite a change from the last few months where he basically begs to be put in his crib and cuddles down and makes all kind of happy sleepy noises doing so. 

I've only been seeing the bad side of this...thinking of him losing his independence, me losing the freedom of a quick bedtime, the possibility of it becoming only me being able to put him to bed, the crying that endures for a few minutes when I do manage to just put him in his bed and leave...

Tonight I was dreading all those things and finally just decided to not care for one night. (I did try dutifully to get up one time and put him down, but all he did was moan pitifully and point at the chair, so I sat back down before losing all the good sleepyness.) 

We read our Snuggle Puppy book. We kissed Teddy Goodnight. We cuddled down under a blanket. I sang two of our favourite songs. And I rocked. And rocked and rocked. Once I realized he almost doesn't fit cozily into my arms like he always has, I immediately gave up on hurrying and decided to just sit there and rock until my heart was utterly content. 

And when I layed him in his bed a few minutes later, a completely limp, sound asleep little sweety baby, I kissed his ruddy little cheeks and didn't regret it one bit. 

Christmas Eve 1967

Just listening to a message from Martin Luther King Jr. on Christmas Eve, 1967 at Ebenezer Baptist Church. What an incredibly inspiring man. When he speaks, you just kinda sit up and listen. So much to think about. So much to remember to do. So much to learn from his life and messages.

And in the background, you can hear his dad, encouraging him throughout his talk, and it's hard to know, just three months after that, he was in the same place, at his son's funeral.

It seems especially fitting to listen to this, this week, when so many people I know are having a rough Christmas season, to hear this encouragement and hope from such a great mind and heart. And remember what Peace On Earth is all about.

You can listen too, right here if you'd like.

Merry Christmas.

Wordless

This past weekend my heart hurt for my best friend. And I don't call my friends 'best' easily. I couldn't really put into words what I wanted to say, but then, my sisters did perfectly.

Go ahead and read here and here because they've both said it better than I could.