Saturday, 18 June 2016

The Girl With Blue Eyes (Happy Father's Day)

Once upon a time there was a girl with blue eyes who was born to loving parents in a magical land called Edmonton. She had a happy childhood full of community, creativity, and opportunities for learning and growth.

Her father was a kind man with sparkling hazel eyes and a gift for helping people. He was hilariously goofy to those who knew him personally and respected by all. The little girl with blue eyes knew that her father would always be there for her, no matter what.

One day, the little girl with blue eyes told her father that she wanted an animal to love. Her father planned a family trip to find some fuzzy friends. After over five hours of driving they arrived at a friendly home with many beautiful animals. The little girl with blue eyes helped to pick out two fluffy white sister bunnies to take home and love. She named them Flotsam and Jetsam. They rode home in a cardboard box.

When they got home, the little girl with blue eyes asked her father where the bunnies would sleep. He built a wonderful hutch with a little house for them to cuddle and stay warm in, lots of windows for peeking out, and a place for their food and water.

The bunny sisters brought the little girl with blue eyes a lot of joy and she was always grateful to her father for listening and helping her take care of her animals to love.

They all lived happily ever after until the fluffy white bunnies died of old age and the girl with blue eyes moved far away from her hilariously goofy father.

The girl with blue eyes continued to love her father from far away. She looked forward to their visits together and for the way that he would make her laugh with his adorable goofiness. She had children of her own and tried to be kind, helpful, and goofy when needed.

The girl with blue eyes is waiting for the day when her children ask her for an animal to love.

The End

~Happy Father's Day to my father with sparkling hazel eyes. I love him so much. And I am not quite ready to write a children's book because I couldn't resist drawing a picture of dead rabbits.

Wednesday, 8 June 2016

Sister Songs featuring Adri Meeks

In August, 1988, one of my favourite people was born. I thought that she was mine, as I was 6 years older and obviously capable of taking care of her (jokes), although I do remember changing diapers, babysitting, etc. (HOW DID MY PARENTS GET SO LUCKY). In reality, most of my days were spent dressing her, bossing her around, directing her in various made up plays, doing her hair and makeup (not in an attractive way), forcing her to ask my parents and grandparents for treats, sending her to the neighbours in dress up clothes and instructing her to speak in an accent when they answered the door, having tea parties with friends. Most importantly, Husband and I took her on easily half of our dates, I think that my parents felt she would be a suitable chaperone, and also then they would have an evening with no children at home (HOW DID MY PARENTS GET SO LUCKY). We once took her to see the film, The Sixth Sense. She was 11. Bridget Jones's Diary was another movie choice that my parents were not thrilled with (at least she was 13, practically an adult).

This little minion of mine has grown up into one of the brightest most talented and hardworking young ladies that you could ever meet. She studied theatre overseas (obviously due, in part, to all the plays I directed her in). She is still one of my favourite people, and someone that I can always count on for support, understanding, laughs, and deep conversation. She writes beautiful heartfelt melodies with lyrics to match. She has come a long way since she was one of my young piano students.  I am so proud of her and her present goal to record an EP followed by a full album. She performs quite a bit in and around Edmonton. I am glad that I have a little sister named Adrianne. She's the best. 

This morning I woke up to a beautiful song, written about me (I actually woke up to my 5 year old playing the piano in the basement at 5 am, but then the song). There are few moments in my life when I have felt so loved that I will remember them always, and one of them happened today, when I listened to the song that my baby sister wrote about me. It touched my heart and brought a tear to my eye. Adri also emailed me today and said that she now has a goal to make me cry every day, so my life is going to get even more interesting. She didn't specify if it would be a happy or a sad cry that she is going for. I am slightly frightened, but also intrigued. Sisters are so fun!

My beautiful song. This will be on my playlist forever. Thank you Sister. <3

You dragged the paint across the scene
A robin’s blue, a forest’s green
Creating what a life could mean
Letting other meanings go
You filled your cup with fostered love
Springing from the well you dug
Your voice so soft and your words so tough
You’re stronger than you show
You drove across the country clear-
That your heart was beating far from here
You heed the call despite the fear
Of the things you don’t yet know
And there you grew some vines so your boys could climb
above the earth
You give them hope and you give them time
To find their worth
The things that come first
A quiet night a walk alone
Your thoughts can drift; your dreams can roam
Your heart is big, your heart’s a home
A haven safe to land

Not to be outdone, I recorded the song I wrote for Adri when I was 11. It is almost as amazing as the song Adri wrote for me. Almost. Jess, I can record the song I wrote for you if you like... it is also stunning. Only the best for my sisters. This recording was not edited for mistakes and was supervised by Mr. G. He tried to be quiet, and for a 3 year old, did very well. 





As you can see, we are a very talented family.

To read about, listen to, and support my dear sister, click links below. If you donate $100 (or more) to help Adri Meeks fund her EP, she promises that she will write you a song too! 

Sunday, 5 June 2016

Today, I stay in my pyjamas.

Today, I am staying in my pyjamas. All day. And I call this hairstyle, I haven't brushed my teeth yet either. If you call me on the phone, I might not answer. If you show up at my doorstep, I definitely will not answer. So far today, I have slept in (until I was awoken by the sweet sound of my children fighting- Husband and I take turns sleeping in on weekends, but the kids don't take a break from fighting... unfortunately). Husband made me a coffee, I had a piece of toast with raspberries. I cuddled Mr. L and watched the rain pour down outside. Mr. K and I had a laugh in the basement as I played through my Vince Guaraldi songbook on the piano. I made a lunch of eggs, cheese, ham, fruit salad, and an amazing new food discovery, chipnuts (they are literally peanuts covered in potato chip and they are SO GOOD). Mr. L and Mr. G took turns trying out the new snapchat filters on my phone. The moustached man with the dark eyes produced the most giggles. I played Winnie the Pooh with stuffed animals, a favourite pretend game at our house lately. I read books to the twins and then quietly read in their room as they fell asleep for naps. Presently, Mr. K and Husband have gone swimming, I am lounging on my unmade bed with a good view of the trees and the puddles outside. It's a dreary peaceful hushed sort of day.

Beside me is my Day Planner, and some to do lists. I have decided to ignore them a little while longer and continue to revel in this tranquil day. And when I do get to my "to dos" for today, I will be kind to myself and only do the necessary, because my brain and body are weary and I am learning to be gentle. Last week, in the sudden flurry of activity in preparing for our move to the UK, we all were horribly ill. Luckily, after a week of dealing with the fun that comes with children who can become suddenly sick at any moment, we are on the mend. Grateful for our health, each other, and reminders to slow down.

High five for mental health days!