mine, all mine

these 2.

2 of a kind.

my 2 boys.

well, i never in my wildest dreams imagined that i would have 2 boys. at most, in my mothering fantasies, i would have a boy and a girl, or maybe 2 girls. well, it turns out one really has no choice in the matter. so here i am, sister of 3 brothers, friends of mostly boys growing up, a mother of boys. i am the least tomboy person i know, so do i relate to boys? yup, i do. i discovered a long time ago that boys are way more sensitive than we imagine and are a lot more needy of our love than we suspect. so while i would have loved the chance to decorate a room all in pink, or dress a little girl up, a child of mine, boy or girl, turns out to be a gift no matter what, and in fact a chance to appreciate boys "from the ground up".

love, love, love,
love is all you need...

Guess Who?

Look at this innocent child... this was taken in grade 2 when I was 7 years old. I was mostly very shy, very quiet. I loved my teacher, Miss Pownell. It was the year I sat beside Chris Riley and he and John Borba had a fight over me in the playground! I guess they were jousting for the fair maiden's favours or something - I'm not exactly sure what the prize was, other than have the right to talk to me or play with me. But look at that cute little girl! What knight in shining armour could resist someone with a bow in her hair, I ask you!

Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don't be sorry

This is a quote from Jack Kerouac that I stumbled across.
Same guy who said, "I don't know, I don't care, and it doesn't matter anyway." I'm going to imagine that he was having a bad day that day. I think he was feeling better when he said the other stuff about living. Which I like. If you're going to live by something, I think it's worth picking those 8 words.

Here's what I'm going to do today: look at the clouds from atop a little tiny island near gabriola, with the kayak parked nearby

live...
travel...
adventure...
bless...
and don't be sorry

simple, elegant words to live by.

sistahs

not just another pretty shoe

Necessary qualifications: impractical, delicate, pink, a little bit of bling in the tiny rhinestone buckle, elegant

Actually I'm describing the shoes, not me...

These are the shoes I wore to Cyndy's birthday, so it's cool that when I look at them or wear them, I have this little inextricable memory of my dear friend on her special day as well. So these may look like an ordinary pary of shoes, but they are actually a snapshot of a memory.

This may explain why I cannot give my shoes away...

Life is like a box of chocolates

So is it a good thing if your five year old can do a dead-on impersonation of Tom Hanks as Forrest Gump?

Elijah's swimming coach is Dan, so he calls him "Lieutenant Dan ", with a great Forrest Gump Alabama accent. It's very funny, and of course, he thinks he's funny too. But that's our Elijah - he lives to entertain!
As Forrest said, Life is like a box of chocolates: you never know what you're gonna get. Elijah is the nut in our box of chocolates!