Tea Party

My daughter’s school ran a “flea market” this week. Families donated household items and clothing they no longer wanted and the students got some time to buy things for themselves. Yesterday my daughter borrowed $3 from a friend and bought me a lovely creamer and a vase. Today (after I gave her $5 for herself plus the $3 to pay back her friend) she came home with a bag full of newswrapped items. She was so excited as she handed me the bag. “For you, Mommy!” I unwrapped two teacups, one coffee  cup, a creamer and a sugar – all Royal Albert bone china in the Mayflower pattern. Now, it could have been a soap dish made in China, and I would have been thrilled with it because she thought of me. But these are truly beautiful cups and I can’t wait to have a mother/daughter tea party this weekend complete with homemade scones. I think she deserves it for being an absolute doll. :-)


The Cat in the Box

No, this is nothing to do with Schrodinger. This cat is definitely still alive… No question. This cat happens to be Minerva; one of my three. She’s keen on boxes… of any size… even ones she can only get her head into. Like a cereal box, for instance. Once, when she was a kitten, she molded herself into a Tupperware. She kind of looked like she’d been vacuum packed into it. I never really know, from hour to hour, where I’ll find her next and it’s often a source of great amusement. Although today’s “find” wasn’t as funny as some days, it definitely brought a smile to my face – something much needed on a snowy April day. Amongst the chaos and noise of the daycare (7 active kids), I found her sleeping soundly in the costume box. Well, why not? It’s like the Hilton of boxland.



It is 25 Celsius in Ottawa today. It’s balmy and “smells” warm. It’s lovely, really, but is a complete anomaly. Tomorrow will be 8 and rainy dropping to 1 by mid afternoon and snowing. This could be damaging, psychologically. I think of all the new Canadians coming from warm and steady climates wondering what the heck they signed up for. We, who have been here for years, have learned… Well… We’ve learned to have well stocked liquor cabinets.

All jokes aside, as much as I’m dreading the drop in temperature, this balmy break has given me that much needed whiff of what’s to come and I love it!!


Oatmeal Squares

Oh Jeepers! I’ve just realised how far behind I’ve gotten in my posting. Well, time to remedy that. Some days nothing jumps out at me as inspirational but I guess some days I’m just not paying as close attention as I should be.

Every day at about this time, I’m usually preparing a snack for the ravenous hoard who will be arriving home from school in an hour. By 3:30 there are 7 kids in my house and 3 of them need gluten-free foods.

Gluten-free isn’t really a problem these days as there are loads of good options in the grocery store and a kazillion recipes on the Internet to choose from. I usually opt for the easier recipes though and sometimes it takes a while to find one for which I have the correct ingredients.

Today it suddenly dawned on me that my favourite treat from when I was a kid is actually gluten-free – my mom was  way ahead of her time. I quickly threw the ingredients together and felt very happy reclaiming this treasure from the past. The fact that it’s gluten-free is definitely a bonus but isn’t the reason for today’s post. Just happy memories.


For the recipe and to read another person with fond memories of these squares, see this article by Gwendolyn Richards in the Calgary Herald.

*Gasp!* Is that… Grass?!

These are the exact words of the 3 year old I was walking with yesterday (this was supposed to be yesterday’s post… Sorry, falling a little behind) His exuberance at seeing grass pretty much reflects the Canadian psyche right now. :-) Happy Spring.

Maritimers… It’s coming…



Like the rebel that I am, I’ve been wearing my rainboots for the past month…come hell or high snowbanks. Most of the time they’ve done the trick but a few times I got pretty cold toes. I just couldn’t bear to wear my snowboots any more. I was sick of the salt stains and their heaviness. Today, however, was the first day on which, as I reveled in the warmth of the sun and listened to the run-off of the melting snow, I actually felt like these rainboots of mine were exactly the correct attire. No, they’re not styling and yes, many of my office working friends bragged about going to work in their shoes but I, the perpetually prepared daycare provider, would have not made it far in shoes. Not with puddles to be splashed in, snow and ice covered ride-on toys to be dug out, and children needing rescuing from the knee high snow which tumbled over the top and into their boots. Nope. These boots will be my friends for at least another month. Then we’ll talk shoes.


Traditional Pow wow

Today at Carleton University, the 17th Annual Children & Youth Traditional Pow Wow was held in the Raven’s Nest Gymnasium. As with every Pow Wow I’ve attended, it was a beautiful show of colour, music, dance, and skill. The Grand Entry was lead by a colour guard which, I assume, was comprised of the elders and chiefs. They were followed by a group of graceful and festive dancers between the ages of about 5 to 20. There may have been a few older and younger. The little ones were so adorable in their ceremonial outfits as were the older ones, stunning in their handmade and hand beaded costumes.

I absolutely love attending these ceremonies. This is the first indoor one I’ve been to and, although I know with the weather we’re having there wasn’t a choice for venue, I have to say, they feel much better outdoors. Still, I’m always in awe and very glad that these events are held for public viewing and participation. Taking photos at this event was a little more tricky – understandable with all the small children there. If you’d like to see some more photos from a summer Pow Wow, the Anishnawbe Keeshigun Festival in Thunder Bay, please click here.



Enduring Daisies

Back on March 11th, my sister sent me a beautiful bouquet of flowers. They were full of lovely daisies – gerberas and regular – plus roses and greenery. Slowly, over the last two weeks the roses and greenery have withered substantially. But look at these daisies!!! They’re still vibrant and stunning! Today I weeded out the witherers and now I can’t stop admiring the bouquet all over again. It’s the gift that keeps on giving – especially appreciated right now with the neverending cold. Thanks, Sarah. Xo