Pray for Emme

Back to worrying about Emmeline who is sick again. The ambulances ae busy coping with the accidents on our icy blowing highway out of Coalhurst.

Riders play Montreal

Grey cup game today. Funny how loyalties arise when a team from my childhood province comes to play in the finals. GO RIDERS GO.

McDonalds.

had a blast taking 2 little girls to McDonalds for lunch. They have never been there before so they were excited to go to Old McDonalds farm.

Gingerbread fun

Gingerbread fun. How to keep the candy on the house and not in the mouth.

And Another tower

Emmeline wanted a tower like Korey and Emmauelle made yesterday.

The Bird Story

THE BIRD STORY

Disclaimer: This story is written for all mothers-in-law and is purely an allegory.

Once there was a little nest situated high up in a tree in a quiet little neighborhood. The nest was safely built and well cared for by Father and Mother bird. Father found significance in working hard to feed his little birds and to protect and nourish their mother. They were happy and content. Daily, he flew out of the nest to look for food. There was great joy on the part of little birds and Mama when Daddy Bird came home from work to romp and play in the field or jump on the phone wires up above.

Each day, Mama bird cleaned and smoothed feathers and crooned to her little ones in the nest. If they were sick or hurt, she cuddled them under her wings where they were safe. Soon Daddy Bird would be home and they would be family. This made Mama bird feel so secure.

She dreaded the day when she would have to teach them to leave the nest and to fly. How could she ever push them out and get down in time to catch them? Instinct told her she must do this if her little ones were to have families of their own and to teach their little ones to be good birds and not bother the neighbors. She would have to eventually let them go completely as they fly away. But, hey, she could fly over to their nests for a brief visit.

Mama birds know that there is this common understanding between ALL mothers of ALL species. In the creative/evolutionary process, mothers protect their nests at all costs. Nobody ever messes with their nest or their babies. It rattles the security of the nest to feel unloved or not respected. The nest has to be fixed. Daddy bird is puzzled.

So, Grandma Bird flies over to check on things. She is wants to be a good Grandma Bird. She is a veteran bird and has raised her own flock to be good birds and take good care of their families. She lands on the edge of the nest with her head full of advice and knowledge. She jumps in and begins tossing around and instructing the little birds whilst, unknowingly, she is disturbing and ruffling Mama bird's feathers...just one feather at a time. Surely that can't hurt, right? After all, she is more knowledgeable and has turned out good birds. So, it's “peck, peck”. Grandma bird, unwittingly, leaves a mess. Mama Bird is confused. Isn't she the caregiver of these precious little birds.? What can she do but protect her babies and peck back? Her nest has become disturbed.

What if Grandma Bird became more of a songbird? She would come to visit the nest with her generous heart full of love and satisfaction because the little birds are so dear and are well cared for by Mama and Daddy Bird. Maybe she could quietly reaffirm Mama bird and cuddle the little ones and help out if asked. She could share her wisdom if asked. She would feel so proud to be asked to share her wisdom. She could sit on a branch, instead of the edge of the nest. Here she could fluff out her chest and burst into song. She would be so proud of her grown up bird that she taught to fly. And, now, she could bless these birds and be welcomed by the nest.

advice

Advice to all mothers-in-law out there. Quoting my brother in law, Larry: "Shut up and wear beige."

long winter Saturday

It's a long day without GKids.

complaining again

I really don't like winter. It gets harder every year to not slip on the icy roads. Takes longer to get used to walking the snow.

Forever

"Nana it is a snowy day...forever"

"Nana I am going to stay at your house forever."

Nana: "Okay but where will you sleep?"
C. "I will sleep in my bunk bed at home."

Need a warmer winter

I've decided that this is my last winter on the prairies.

first storm turned in to a storm day

A winter storm BLEW in overnight. Worried about K&J in their west facing house.
Glad they are still around. How can a flock of geese overhead navigate so perfectly?

The LIGHT

Christmas candle on the dinner table is the first decoration to go up. Always has been that way

Claire won't be left out.

Nana loves it when a little girl hears that she missed out on Timbits so had to go over to see Nana about the ones left over for her. Too bad Papa ate them.

God's beautiful world today

On the left is an amaryllis Lilly. On the right is my baking failure. Have lost my ability to make muffins.
Don't know if I can do it but I want to try and take one creation picture every day for a week.

What a flip

I never thought I would see the day when my husband was watching a cooking show.

We are seniors

Twas fun to go to M&M meat-shop today and buy single serving meals. Plus we got a 10% discount and a free apple pie.. Plus I don't enjoy cooking anymore. :{

Thankful hearts

In the middle of the meal. Emmanuelle wanted everyone to hold hands and say grace, consisting of "Thank you Jesus". Of course after we say grace we clap out hands. That is thanksgiving.

Gone in a second

Michelle and Colin's neighbors...a family of 4...were killed on the Blood reserve highway north of Standoff.

no snow on Nov. 5th 2010

I've been remembering California where November was mild and Christmas seemed a lot further away than it really was.

Sun rise surpirise

Saw the sun rise as I took my morning walk. No, it's not because I'm that early but the daylight hours are getting fewer.

I'm not the only cooking hater

A good potluck is when half of the food is from Costco.

Dog holes in the heart

Took a long walk this morning and thought of how much I miss my puppies. They were a big part of my life. In 3 weeks there will be new ones. I am excited.

Time is up

Sad to see my puppies go back to their original home. Their time with me is up. Sagey Pooh produced a fine male heir that will eventually take over his dad's job as stud.

Hears my voice

Little Basil is on the move. His tail wags faster than he can walk. He follows my voice. What a heart breaker.