Birthday Bash

I've know this guy his entire life, and was so happy that he invited be to celebrate his big birthday.  The first of many that he will have. What a glorious day it was, I decided to document his circus themed party. It is a gallery that you can click through to view the cuteness.

Springtime! Newborn baby boy.

Spring is my favourite season! I think everyone in my family gets a little tired of me exclaiming each time when a new flower has poked its head through the ground. I get giddy not just for the flowers and the leaves on the trees, but also because I can take the adorable new babies outside! 

I was very honoured that his parents felt so comfortable with me that they brought him to me the first day back from the hospital. He was just 5 days new and ridiculously gorgeous. We started out indoors, his parents got a well-deserved break and the little guy did so well. We couldn't get over how alert he was... and also how he insisted on keeping his fingers all tightened up. 

After he started to wake up a bit, mom gave him a bottle and dad tried to rock him to sleep. Even though he was just five days old, he would not go back to slumbering. We decided to take him outside and find some adorable places in the shade. That did the trick, he completely fell asleep and was adorable everywhere. 

The easter dilemma

I am Canadian! There are just some things American that I can't wrap my head around. If you know me, I'm sure you have heard the occasional "eh" exclaimed and you might have questioned the way I pronounce about, boat and tour. One thing I'm certain you don't know about me is how I detest those plastic eggs your nation is in love with. I just don't get it!

    The giant bunny I am in love with! I don't question it, he is just a friendly fuzzy guy who poops out chocolate... no questions asked. For some reason the jolly man who breaks into your house and leaves presents, I have a problem with. The fact that he is judging whether you are naughty or nice might have something to do with it. I couldn't bear myself to talk about this fictitious man with my son, but the bunny... no problem.   

  So here is my problem with the American plastic egg. I believe if the giant bunny is pooping out chocolate, it should be proper bunny poop sized. When ever have any of you had to break open an plastic object out of your lower end to release what needs to be deposited in the can? Exactly!

  Last year when my son was happily finding bunny pooped sized treats in our house he exclaimed "that bunny sure is messy, he drop these things EVERYWHERE!" I just loved it and felt that my job as a lying parent was complete. This year Tristan was so enamored with the giant bunny that he wanted to hunt it down in the back forest and bring it back to me so that I could snuggle him. Maybe I didn't grow up with the plastic eggs and outdoor easter hunts because it is often still snowing in Canada, and we were donning our toques and tobogganing down the hill. Whatever the reason, I just can't stuff those plastic eggs and pretend it is all okay with me. 


Its about time I start a blog, I've been saying I would for years now. I kept thinking, what would I write about? Who wants to read it? But I get it now. I have a family of my own, my clients have new families as well. We are all in a club together! Our lives should be shared, because this is what we are all going through. 

So, I think I will begin with the most important men in my life.


My hubby

Tristan 4

Okay, the cat is not as important as the humans, but he thinks that he is! When Tristan was learning to use the toilette, he was so stressed out about finishing fast because Neko might flush it before he did... yes, our cat taught himself to flush the can! 

He also eats our clothing. Now a dog will chew on shoes, and possibly the odd sock. A pile of the remnants will be left around, just so you can see how thoroughly they worked. Not our cat. Neko will actually ingest anything he selects for a meal. Plastic is his preference but Tristan's pyjamas are a close second. I try to look at the positive side to every situation, and the positive here is that we have learned to pick up after ourselves. Poor Neko is not allowed in any of the bedrooms for fear that he will nibble on some sheets, but that is just the price he has to pay. 

Don't you dare tell Neko he is bad, Tristan will certainly reprimand you if those words sneak out of your mouth. "Neko is NAUGHTY, not bad". Which is true, we all love him. He is the best at snuggling and he plays chase and fetch with Tristan, which makes him very loved in my books.


Neko (means 'cat' in Japanese)