Monday, November 19, 2012

Sick=good cuddles

Emma ran a fever a few weeks ago. She had her fever from about Friday through to Sunday; it ran pretty high on Saturday night, but we managed to get it down with tylonel and just undresssing her. Her fever broke on Sunday and she got a rash on her tummy and back. I'm thinking roseola??

Extra special as this girl is NOT a snuggler!

Friday, November 16, 2012

Sending you

Over to Mel's blog. She writes a good post about the landscape of writing. Good thoughts for bloggers and readers!

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Well used

 Anyone else have recipes that look like this? 
But turn out delicious meals like this?

Thursday, November 08, 2012


 We had two green bins FULL! And my hubby did all the washing in the cold, dirty water. Brrrr!!
 I think I chopped(and helped Ben with blanching inbetween) for at least two hours.
40 (1ish lb) bags otta last us this winter eh?

Wednesday, November 07, 2012

New Sheets

This girly has been dry during naps for a few weeks(with a little hiccup in the middle) and at night for over a week. She was rewarded with new, cozy, flannel sheets on her bed. She was rather pleased to say the least :-) She also now wears underwear to bed!

My mom had a piece of waterproof hospital sheeting (which you can also buy at Fabricland now) and that's under her sheets. She has quite the layers: waterproof sheeting, mattress cover/protector, which is just a queen-size flannel blanket folded in half, a undersheet and her top sheet. This way, no yucky, crinkly, sweaty plastic under her sheet. I was tempted to crawl in with her!
This is what I get when I tell her to smile.

My big girl! She's such a love!


Monday, November 05, 2012

Friday, November 02, 2012


I found these poems from Gr 11 English in a box of stuff. Amusing to read them eight years later.

Be Strong

How you could be so strong
And hold on for so long?
I know if I was where you lie
I would give up the world and die.

Although the hurt you did not show
The pain you had inside I know
When you looked up with troubled eyes,
It took all I had, not to cry.

Softly, suddenly you were gone,
I wished that I could go along,
Be by your side where ere you go
I’d never leave, I’d stay, I know.

I will go on as best I can
I must be strong, I bravely stand,
If you were here you would be proud,
I’m not afraid, I speak aloud

I tell them of the light you shed,
It is so strong ‘en though you’re dead,
The light you gave, the light that shone,
I promise you it will shine on.

My Appendix

Oh what a great thing it was to have,
So small and hidden away,
Beneath the layers of skin it hid
Until that fateful day

That morning when I was so sick,
My fever quickly climbed
Again, again I vomited
All that I had inside

Then all at once I was asleep
As still as stone I lay
And when at last I did awake
My appendix had gone away

Oh how I miss that piece of me
Its loss is greatly felt
It did not leave a business card
No, nothing but a welt

The War of Eighteen Twelve

Eighteen twelve was the year of the war
We did not know what was in store
They called for many volunteers
We said “good-bye” to loved ones dear

It soon was Papa’s turn to go
And off he went to fight the foe
He stood so tall and fought so brave
Fighting for freedom for the slaves

Alas he could not read, nor write,
He could not do much else, but fight
He sent us news by word of mouth
How he was faring in the South.

We heard of many men who died
And on the bloody field did lie
Then word was brought that drew a tear
The war, it took my Papa Dear

PS I had my appendix out in Gr 11, so it was a rather fitting ode. Hehe!