Monday, April 16, 2012
Dave gave me Frodo, and his sister Ashka, as a Christmas gift a few weeks after my dad passed away ten years ago. To me, they were like a finger in the dike. The long winter months of grief were made bearable by the presence of the two cuddliest cats known to humankind. When Meredith was born, the cats gave her a wide berth at first, but soon came to realize that she was their best source of love and entertainment. Frodo was particularly attached to her, and she to him.
She read him stories, wrapped him in blanket after blanket, gave him rides in her doll stroller, dressed him up, and satisfied his seemingly insatiable appetite for laying on or near stinky shoes.
Never one to miss an opportunity to nap somewhere new, he tried to fold himself into every possible cozy spot.
As his health deteriorated over the past several months, we knew the time was coming. Until his very last day though, he would still cuddle in your lap and purr with contentment. We miss our Mister Fro, but are so thankful for the ten years of life and love he shared with us.
And look how big they've grown....
Meredith is now in Grade 2, has no front teeth, loves horseback riding, and spends her free time fluctuating between being the absolute sweetest child on earth and testing out an attitute worthy of the title of teenager.
Aaron is nearly 5, still extraordinarily full of energy, and loves all things mechanical. He started playing hockey this winter, and now can ride a bike with no training wheels. I frequently tell him to stop growing, yet it seems to have little effect. He's gotten so wise to my request he now answers, "But I have to get big so I can drive you around when you get old."
This child must have exceedingly clever parents.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
The gorgeous bride and her handsome groom are my cousin and her new husband. They were married on the September long weekend. The so-cute-you-could-bite-them little people are my kids. Really. I know, it's hard to recognize them. After all, Aaron is wearing pants, and you can't see how many teeth Meredith is missing and her beautiful hairdo hides the still-growing-out bangs!
More to follow. Promise.
Monday, July 5, 2010
"You'll lose that tooth this week."
The word of mom is the word of mom, after all.
Meredith wiggled it through bedtime stories, waggled it through bedtime cuddles, and had to be told more than once to settle down and go to sleep.
This morning the tooth popped out in a bite of toast.
She was more than a bit excited. You'd think she'd won the lottery. It was contagious actually, I got to feeling all giddy as she dashed around the house before daycare making sure all the preparations were in order.
Why didn't she seem more excited?
Monday, June 28, 2010
This child loves a party.
I gently explained that her idea, though fabulous, would be tough to execute and "just imagine if EVERY Kindergarten child invited Madame Katie over.....the summer would be too short!"
So we settled on party food instead (with a few party drinks thrown in for good measure).
We assembled "Madame Katie's Summer Snacks" in a cute little metal tub that has dividers inside for six bottles and a bottle opener conveniently attached to the handle by a chain.
Meredith worked hard to do her best printing, and I'm hoping it's something her teacher will enjoy and use. I forgot to take a picture of the card she made, but the message is timeless.
"Thank you Madame Katie. I loved you being my teacher. It was nice being in your class. I will miss you. P.S. You always look pretty."
Monday, June 21, 2010
We had quite an eventful weekend.
This weekend marked the last few days of the week that Dave was away in California for work, and his trip to the U.S. Open to celebrate a momentous birthday. Instead of heading to Pebble Beach, the three remaining household members headed to Virden (really, the Pebble Beach of rural Manitoba) to celebrate.
We were heading out to celebrate Airdrie and Kevin's wedding shower and social.
The bride-to-be looked lovely!
Some of our favourite small people were in attendance! Baby Owen, the newest of the cousins, was there and prepared to be shocked by the overwhelming family paparazzi.
Sweet Morgan worked the camera with all the assurance an older sister can bring.
We drove on to Deloraine that night and spent the night at Grandma G's apartment so we could sneak in a visit with her too. Aunt Lois was in from Alberta for a visit, so the kids got reacquainted with her and she won Meredith over for good by sharing the adventure of looking through an old suitcase. The suitcase originally belonged to a great-great aunt I believe, and the things in it were likely my great-aunt Bessie's. After watching her delight in exploring the treasures, Aunt Lois invited Meredith to choose something to bring home. Much to her delight, she chose a little wooden box filled with jewels!
Thursday, June 17, 2010
A little inclement weather was not enough to prevent my kids from eating Freezies as long as their legs.
Did you know a Freezie that big is paradoxically equivalent to 3.5 litres of liquid? Or at least enough to make a three-year-old pee his pants in the carseat on the way across the city - a feat he had never accomplished before?
Seems every other child in the place was of the same mindset. The Freezie mindset that is, not sure what happened in their carseats after the fact. I'm sure these three mature Kinders didn't have any such toddler trouble...
Fortunately, we brought a butterfly home with us so we could capture it on film.