Friday, October 8, 2010


Forgive me, as I am feeling a little old tonight. Not in a bad way, just in an odd realization kind of way. A few days ago driving in my car I heard the Beatles song: "I've Just Seen a Face" and it really captured me. I can't quite explain it, but I wanted to cry hearing it. I had obviously heard it many times before, but this time it just sounded so simple, beautiful, and, well... old.

Tonight Julian and Nora were playing in the basement, Andrew was lounging with his Blackberry, and I started to look through a tote box of greeting cards and letters. I have saved every card and letter that I have ever received. I am not a hoarder, but for some reason I can't part with greeting cards and letters. I just feel that when someone takes the time to write something to me, it would be wrong to throw it in the garbage. I spent an hour reading letters my sister wrote to me in University, letters from girlfriends, love letters from boyfriends past, wedding invitations and greeting cards. My heart ached reading all of those beautiful, handwritten words. I am officially in that place where (I can't believe I have actually thought this, and am now going to write this): "I miss the good old days". The days when people WROTE to one another on pieces of paper, carefully folded and placed that paper in an envelope, addressed it, placed a stamp on it, and then patiently waited for the recipient to receive it, read it, and reply. My tote box of old letters and cards smells like a library book now. I love that smell.

Tomorrow John Lennon would have turned 70 years old. I remember when he died, I was 8 years old. I'm getting old, and I think I'm okay with it.

Look at how Yoko is looking at John in this photo. Isn't it beautiful? I guess getting old feels okay, as long as you can look at someone like this as they get old right along with you.


Thursday, September 9, 2010


The days are getting colder here - and we are in that awkward stage between summer and fall when you don't really quite know how to dress in the morning.

Today I was feeling particularly uninspired by my closet and opted for basic, classic black. Black trousers, black shirt with black belt, black jacket and red shoes (of course).

I walked to the car and as I sat down Julian said: "Mommy, you are wearing black." I replied: "Yes, I am." Julian's response: "Mommy, are you a ninja?"


Thursday, July 29, 2010

Suzy revealed.

Every night before bed, for as long as I can remember, I have been telling Julian special bedtime messages brought to me by "Suzy the Night Fairy". Suzy gives me insider information on what wonderful, magical thing Julian is going to dream about that night, and I relay this information to Julian. The odd night that I have forgotten, Julian quickly yells from his room: "Mommy?! You forgot Suzy the Night Fairy! What did Suzy tell you?!"

I have to admit, I - I mean - Suzy has started to run out of dream ideas. Especially during the week, when Suzy has worked all day and is exhausted. Lately the solution to this dilemma has been to quickly scour Julian's room for ideas - or remember something he did that day, and make it into a wonderful dream he is going to have. Perfect solution - right?... Well, I thought so until tonight:

Julian: "Mommy, what did Suzy the Night Fairy tell you about my dream tonight."
Me: (eyes half closed) "Um..." (I look around the room and spot a Spiderman comic book in his bed) "Suzy says tonight you are going to be Spiderman, and you are going to have all sorts of crazy and wonderful adventures - and you are going to catch all the bad guys!"
Julian: (exasperated) "Ugh! Mommy... all you do is make Suzy the Night Fairy tell me dreams about whatever I do that day, or whatever I'm looking at!"

Caught. Red handed. No words...

Me: "Goonight sweet pea!"


Thursday, July 8, 2010


I made a discovery about myself this week, one that I am not necessarily proud of - but one that is true all the same. I blame the following fact about myself on having a 3yr old and a 5yr old... ok here it is:

I have discovered that I will eat a Cheerio in my house, wherever I find one. Whether it is honey nut, multigrain or regular... on the counter, in the sink, and yes, even on the floor. I will pick it up, look at it (I am not quite sure what I am looking for, exactly) and eat it.

So there.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Twenty-eight pounds.

Tonight Nora stood on the scale at Nanny & Pop's. She looked down at the numbers on the scale, looked up at me and said: "So, mommy... how old am I?"


Sunday, June 6, 2010

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Friday, April 16, 2010

Earth Love.

Tonight during dinner:

Julian: "Mommy, I love all of the people all over the earth."
Me: "Wow, that's nice."
Julian: "Even strangers. Even people who speak Spanish."


Tuesday, March 9, 2010


He loves to listen to CBC Radio 2.... his favourite segment? The news.
He is very concerned about the state of the world, particularly with natural disasters.
I'm quite certain he is a musical genius, who's interests range from Classical, Jazz, to Lady GaGa.
When he tinkers around on the piano it sounds like he is actually playing a song.
Before bed he asked if we could talk about water treatment plants, particularly the difference between the treatment of household waste water to storm water.

He is all of these wonderful things, and he still likes to rub his food on his face whilst eating it.


Saturday, January 2, 2010

happy birthday noo noo.

Tonight I sat and watched the photos scroll by on our computer (screen saver) and I wept like a baby.

It is so true when older people say: "it all goes by too quickly".

You are already 3 years old my baby, my sweet girl.

Happy Birthday.

I love you. I love you more...