We also went to the park yesterday, and Ella discovered the slide with her big sister!!!
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Earrings
Miss Morgan got her ears pierced!!!! She was very brave and didn't even flinch a bit. I think Mummy was more nervous than she was ;)
There was a whole display case to choose from and Morgan chose these beautiful pink and white sparkly flowers!! Quite a change from when I first got mine pierced!!
A walk in the woods
Last week we went for a lovely walk in a nearby conservation area.
It was a beautiful day, and we all had a great time!
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
One year ago today
One year ago today we said goodbye to an important member of this family. The girls mention Fury almost daily in conversation; Paige especially. Not a day goes by when I don't think of him. I found this picture the other day and just wanted to mark his one year anniversary.
Monday, July 23, 2007
Bike riding
Morgan has learned to ride her bike without her training wheels!!!! This is the only picture that I have though because I thought I had taken a video of her on the camera, when in fact I had failed to press the record button!
Happy Fourth Birthday Paige!!
We spent Paige's birthday in Montreal again this year. This meant that she had three cakes again :)
The first cake was at Uncle Brian and Aunt Rohini's.
The second cake was homemade by Lori.
Her third cake was at home where we had a little party after we got back.
The first cake was at Uncle Brian and Aunt Rohini's.
The second cake was homemade by Lori.
Her third cake was at home where we had a little party after we got back.
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Well I still seem to have no time to get photos posted, but I received this in an email, and rather than forwarding it off to people I thought that I would just post it here.
Love to everyone!
For All Mothers:
This is for all the mothers who froze their buns off on metal bleachers at soccer games instead of watching from cars, so that when their kids asked, "Did you see my goal?" They could say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world," and mean it.
This is for all the mothers who have sat up all night with sick children in their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Meyer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, "It's OK honey, Mommy's here."
This is for all the mothers of Kosovo who fled in the night and can't find their children. This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see and for the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes.
For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes and for all the mothers who don't.
What makes a good mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips? The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time? Or is it heart? Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time?
The jolt that takes you from sleeping to dread, from bed to crib at 2 a.m. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby?
Is it the need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a school shooting, a fire, a car accident, a baby dying? I think so.
So this is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies. And for all the mothers who wanted to but just couldn't.
This is for reading "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year. And then reading it again, "Just one more time".
This is for all the mothers who mess up. Who yell at their kids in grocery store and swat them in despair and stomp their feet like a tired two year old who wants ice cream before dinner.
This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school and for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.
For all the mothers who bite their lips (sometimes until they bleed) when their 14 year olds dyed their hair green.
This is for all the mothers who lock themselves in the bathroom when babies keep crying and won't stop.
This is for all mothers who show at work with spit-up in their hair and milkstains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.
This is for mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.
This is for all mothers whose heads turn automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home or are grown.
This is for mothers who put pinwheels and teddy bears on their children's graves.
This is for all the mothers whose children have gone astray and who can't find words to reach them.
This is for all the mothers who sent their child to school with a stomach ache, assuring that they would be just FINE once they got there, only to get a call from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up right away.
This is for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation. And mature mothers learning to let go.
For working moms and stay-at-home moms. Single mothers and married mothers. Mothers with money and mothers without.
This is for you, so hang in there. The world would be a terrible place without the love of mothers everywhere. You make it a more civil, caring and safe place for the precious children in our world. You're a fantastic mother!!!!
Love to everyone!
For All Mothers:
This is for all the mothers who froze their buns off on metal bleachers at soccer games instead of watching from cars, so that when their kids asked, "Did you see my goal?" They could say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world," and mean it.
This is for all the mothers who have sat up all night with sick children in their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Meyer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, "It's OK honey, Mommy's here."
This is for all the mothers of Kosovo who fled in the night and can't find their children. This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see and for the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes.
For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes and for all the mothers who don't.
What makes a good mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips? The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time? Or is it heart? Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time?
The jolt that takes you from sleeping to dread, from bed to crib at 2 a.m. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby?
Is it the need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a school shooting, a fire, a car accident, a baby dying? I think so.
So this is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies. And for all the mothers who wanted to but just couldn't.
This is for reading "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year. And then reading it again, "Just one more time".
This is for all the mothers who mess up. Who yell at their kids in grocery store and swat them in despair and stomp their feet like a tired two year old who wants ice cream before dinner.
This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school and for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.
For all the mothers who bite their lips (sometimes until they bleed) when their 14 year olds dyed their hair green.
This is for all the mothers who lock themselves in the bathroom when babies keep crying and won't stop.
This is for all mothers who show at work with spit-up in their hair and milkstains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.
This is for mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.
This is for all mothers whose heads turn automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home or are grown.
This is for mothers who put pinwheels and teddy bears on their children's graves.
This is for all the mothers whose children have gone astray and who can't find words to reach them.
This is for all the mothers who sent their child to school with a stomach ache, assuring that they would be just FINE once they got there, only to get a call from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up right away.
This is for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation. And mature mothers learning to let go.
For working moms and stay-at-home moms. Single mothers and married mothers. Mothers with money and mothers without.
This is for you, so hang in there. The world would be a terrible place without the love of mothers everywhere. You make it a more civil, caring and safe place for the precious children in our world. You're a fantastic mother!!!!
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Dancing Baby
I haven't had any time to post in ages, but here is a little video of Ella dancing. This was taken at the end of June. I have a ton of new pics to post; just have to find some time to get them up. This is to tide you over in the meantime :)
Monday, July 09, 2007
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Happy Birthday Dad! We hope that you have a great day! I was just sitting here with my coffee remembering the birthday that we spent with you in England. The memory that sticks out the most is you blowing bubbles with the girls. ;)
xxooxxoo
:)
Sunday, June 17, 2007
More life lessons
Morgan learned another difficult life lesson this week. For the first time (that she knew of; I'm sure there have been other instances) she was excluded from a classmates birthday party. Although she wasn't devastated by this, she was certainly upset!
The problem is that Morgan spends the majority of her social time at school with kids who aren't in her class. Morgan is camping right now with Kev, Devin, and Mark so couldn't have gone to this birthday anyways, but I know that she felt her to be excluded, especially I think since this person came to her party. Its hard when the kids that you socialize with aren't in your class.
These lessons are character building I suppose, but I wish I could shield her from these bruised feelings!!!! I'm so proud of the fact that Morgan isn't a sheep, and that she plays with the people that she wants to be with and isn't pressured to follow the crowd!
The problem is that Morgan spends the majority of her social time at school with kids who aren't in her class. Morgan is camping right now with Kev, Devin, and Mark so couldn't have gone to this birthday anyways, but I know that she felt her to be excluded, especially I think since this person came to her party. Its hard when the kids that you socialize with aren't in your class.
These lessons are character building I suppose, but I wish I could shield her from these bruised feelings!!!! I'm so proud of the fact that Morgan isn't a sheep, and that she plays with the people that she wants to be with and isn't pressured to follow the crowd!
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Roses
The roses are so pretty that I just had to share them! This is my new rose bush; it reminds me of England, and the Vicarage garden!
Here is Ella's climbing rose. It is really a beautiful colour this year. The blooms last year were a really pale pink, but the flowers this year are so vibrant!!!
Here is Ella's climbing rose. It is really a beautiful colour this year. The blooms last year were a really pale pink, but the flowers this year are so vibrant!!!
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Spark/Brownie Camp....and a new camera :)
Having the wonderful husband that I do, when the camera started to give up the ghost, he said that I could get a new one since I use it so much. So that is why I have such great pictures of the girls when we went to pick up Morgan from camp; where she had a GREAT time!!!
The Dad's taking down the tents!!
In perpetual motion....
The Dad's taking down the tents!!
In perpetual motion....
Sparks Advancement
These are the only pictures that I got from the Advancement. I am hoping to get some better ones sent to me by her leader! So this was Morgan's last night of Sparks, and in the fall she will start Brownies!!!!
F.P.I.E.S.
So, Ella and I went to see the allergist (who was great), and they did the traditional scratch tests. Of course they came back all negative! However given the history, and the dramatic reaction he thinks that she has something called F.P.I.E.S which stands for: Food Protein Induced Entercolitis Syndrome which is very rare and very hard to diagnose. The only real way to diagnose it is to do a "food challenge" where they give her the fish in a controlled setting. They are going to do this when she is about four, because very often this allergy disappears.
So in a nutshell: it is the protein in the white fish which is causing her stomach, and gastrointestinal tract to react. This is something that is usually seen with milk and soy, not solid proteins. Surprise, surprise that Ella would have something so rare - in its rarest form!!! So all we can do is not give her white fish, and be very careful introducing soy because she hasn't had any yet. We'll go back when she is four.
So in a nutshell: it is the protein in the white fish which is causing her stomach, and gastrointestinal tract to react. This is something that is usually seen with milk and soy, not solid proteins. Surprise, surprise that Ella would have something so rare - in its rarest form!!! So all we can do is not give her white fish, and be very careful introducing soy because she hasn't had any yet. We'll go back when she is four.
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
RANT
I know that they say that you are only given what you can handle, but a little tiny break in the chaos that is my life would really be appreciated. It has been one thing after another since the end of March break when the pox broke out in our house. It's been big things too. But I should have foreseen something else happening. I had to go and open my big mouth when I had Ella at the pediatrician's yesterday. The receptionist and I were chatting, saying how a little break without anything happening would be really nice. BIG MISTAKE!
The kids were all in bed and asleep (which is a miracle in itself these days), and I was sitting on the couch stitching (you read right GS - I actually sat down and stitched, I even finished that section that was giving me trouble - so it should be clear sailing now), and Kev went up for a shower. A few minutes later I heard a very strange noise in the kitchen. When I went to investigate there was water dripping - well more like pouring, out of a pot light in the kitchen. After further investigation which involved the ripping of bathroom walls, it looks like we have quite a problem on our hands. Kevin is optimistic that he can repair it without gutting the whole bathroom, but being a rather old house I'm not quite so sure. BOOGA certainly springs to mind!!!!
On a happier note, the girls had their gymnastics recital on Sunday, and it went really well. I don't really have pictures to post though. The camera is about to give up the ghost I think, so I'm waiting for a certain someone to send me hers so that I can put them up.
Ella had a good appointment with the pediatrician. Nothing even to report - all is well and we go back in 3 months. We did see the allergist, but I'll make that a separate post when I get a minute as it is a long explanation.
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