We love Wednesday

Who needs Halloween candy when you can have a nibble of these cheeks..yummmy =)















Do I have to be a poodle mom?


Now, I am not really sure how I feel about participating in Halloween. In principle, I don't like the history nor the current commercial blood and gore (for more on that check out my sweet friend Misha's eloquent post on Halloween)









However, when a good friend offered to loan us a pink poodle costume just Eiley's size, I could not resist, borrowing it, because who can resist a toddler with a pink fluffy tail? ...Awwwwwww.
So we didn't hit the streets, just pretended we had a little pup for the evening. Too bad we could'nt train her to go potty outside like a real poodle.....Oh well

Wonder Wednesday....

...As in: one of the seven wonders of the World... My little juggler at 8-months-old
 

On Friendship and Communism

My daughter's best friend is Mao.

From the time she wakes up in the morning to the time she goes to bed I hear his name many, many, many times.

"Mao....Mao....Mao.............."

But before you come an haul me away for letting my daughter play with the dead Chairman of the Communist Party in China, let me explain.

We love Chinese food.... Ok, just kidding, that is beside the point.






"Mao", as my daughter calls her, is Noelle. The two were born 7 weeks apart and have been inseperable since. They have had a built in playmate since the time they were popped out.

Their world reflects a bit of communist ideals... They share everything from sippy cups to clothes, toothbrushes and food. hugs and kisses. They are learning to share toys and trade "sorry"s.

Someday when they are older we will embarass them with their many pictures taken together, their little naked bums waddling in the backyard their first summer, messy faces and muddy clothes. I don't think they will have any choice but to be friends, and I do hope they will.

There will come a day when Eiley will say "Noelle" for the first time and I think I will be sad for a moment, but I will certainly never forget sweet the beginnings of a life-long friendship.
 

Count Chocolate

Pssst.....


My name is Count Chocolate and I am looking for an underground supplier of the most decadent food on the planet.

I need someone very discreet and trustworthy because I am currently under house arrest with my meals carefully planned by the Healthy Police.

Last night I pursuaded one of my captors to let me have a small lick of some divine chocolate fondue, and my senses came alive for one brief moment... but alas, the Healthy Police stepped in before I could have a second bite.

I must have more chocolate.
Will someone take pity on a poor captive? I am prepared to pay whatever the cost. ( I deal mostly in diapers, and contraband Tupperware, though I may be able to get access to many rolls of toilet paper, when my captors aren't watching me)

But remember, secrecy is of upmost importance. The Healthy Police are ALWAYS watching me, so let's keep this just between us, ok? I will make is worth your while - C.C. 

Wordless Wednesday

 

Room with a view

In the last two weeks since I have been out of touch with the modern world (no phone or e-mail) our living room cinema has changed drastically. My little girls' view has transformed from



this












to

this Alas........
Yes winter has arrived on the praries, and all to soon for most of us, and yet today I am grateful for a home to enjoy, new carpets to snuggle my toes into and my sweet husband and daughter to share my life with. I was hoping for something profound to write after my ever so lengthly sabbatical from blogging, but as I have tried to clear away the cobwebs in my brain, there has been very little that seriously inspires me( besides my obsession with finding a Roman Shade sewing pattern that makes the actual Roman shades for you while you watch...he he he and trying to unpack, unpack, unpack, sort, sort, sort and sleep) So we shall see if priming the creative juices with this blah entry will release some amazing inner inspiration.....we shall see. 

Wordless Wednesday ( a day late )