Brady and I decided to duck into Saskatoon for a few staple groceries we were lacking. We have barely grocery shopped for ourselves this last year, and that has been incredibly relieving. However, today it needed to happen. We had zero milk and zero fresh crunchy stuff. So, extreme cold warning or not, it was time.
Weather conditions weren’t the ideal, but we weren’t in a rush. Walmart #1 did not have everything we needed, so we had no choice but to venture further into Saskatoon to Walmart #2, inevitably lengthening our time in Saskatoon, resulting in us having to stop to pick up lunch for the little ones.
So we did that, still leaving our shop without a couple of important things, spent more money than we wanted to, and got home late. It was a bit exhausting by the end of it, to be honest. Sometimes I forget I cannot push through everything the way I used to. I have to be smarter.
We got home, and I went in to put the little ones down for naps. Brady backed up to the garage and insisted on unloading some groceries in the garage in an effort to get that door closed up again as soon as possible.
Once kids were tucked, I jogged back to the entrance and got my boots on. Everything was just soaked and freezing. In the garage, I learned that Brady had slipped while getting groceries in. Praise the Lord he didn’t actually fall and hurt himself!! He lost his balance and managed to catch himself, but he dropped a milk, and it split on the handle.
Ok. No big deal. We’ve all had this happen, I am sure of it. Thus began the quick effort to figure it all out. I tried to pick it up and move quickly, but it was just pouring out. So I ran for a couple of glasses and figured we could pour some out right there in the garage. I tried to open the milk and it was instantly all over me. Just messy and sticky and freezing cold. Brady came over and started pouring. But then we needed another glass. Into the house, boots soaking on the entrance floor, up the stairs, grabbed another glass, back down, boots back on, wet feet, in the garage.
We played that game a couple of times. It was just exhausting. Finally, the milk was low enough that I brought it in, wiped if off, and put it in the door. Of course, putting it into the door had it pouring out more. I didn’t even care. I shut the door. So. So. Sooooo over it.
Brady stayed out in the garage and I bawled in my kitchen. I was really angry, but really, about nothing, and I knew it. Its just these funny moments that show up and poke at me, and remind me how much has changed and how alone I feel sometimes.
Please hear what I’m saying simply as honest grief. I’ve had the pleasure of some people suggesting that me sharing openly about struggle is really just an attack or pointing fingers and placing blame. I trust the majority of you can hear my heart on this. If you don’t, please feel free to show yourselves out.
Mark my words. One day we will live in a house where the driveway leads directly into the garage which leads directly to the entrance which leads directly to the house with NO BARRIERS! These days and situations are what fire me up about how badly we need to move.
Yet, we trust God. It is undeniable that He is in control of our lives, as He watches out for us so closely. But goodness. Some days it just hits you like a ton of bricks.
Christmas oranges were a real win this season. Some Decembers, I find I can only get old, dry oranges, but this year, the juicy ones were flowing! There was no cap on oranges. We just went for it. And they were SO good.
Now, Christmas oranges have run their course, and we are out. We do, however, still have some big navel oranges on the counter that were purchased specifically to add to our sangria, as if it needed any help. They were a welcomed edition, but there were definitely a good chunk left.
Real talk. I really haven’t liked oranges. Like, I do, but I hate the fuss that goes into them. They don’t peel nice, and they have way too much white stuff on them, and I just never have liked them enough to actually buy them. If my mom cuts them up for me, hahaha, I’ll absolutely eat them, happily!! I like them when I’m not the one doing the work. Thats a cringy thing to say, but, honesty always wins. Good thing this isn’t actually an important thing to feel strongly about…
This summer, at the lake, a friend cracked an orange for a kid, but before she started peeling it, she kind of beat it up a little. Pounded and rolled it on the picnic table a handful of times. She must’ve seen me staring and explained it helps the orange let go of the peel a bit better.
I’m embarrassed to admit that was the first time I had heard that, and that this Christmas was the first time I tried it. And guys, it makes so much of a difference. For someone who is pretty no-fuss with food, I am a lot happier to hack up oranges now!
Today, Wavy ate the last orange in the house. She does a good job at getting the actual orange off the peel. Better than I ever did as a kid. As in I remember being bad at eating oranges, so I was clearly older than she is now. But she took good bites and got a lot closer to the peel. At one point, I picked up one of her orange rejects and noticed there was still a chunk on it. I picked it up and bent it the tiniest bit, and the orange just lifted off. So I showed her, and she was SO excited to get more orange!
Aaaaand I was really happy that all of the orange was getting eaten, not just the juice. Though that juicy face is a pretty sweet one, if you ask me!
This may be complete common knowledge but it made a difference for me! We have loved this big ole box of oranges.
We have also loved the sangria that accompanied the oranges…
Historically, on social media, Finished Friday is when you’re supposed to show off what you’ve accomplished. And that’s cool. You can.
However, I’m not one to wait for the day that Instagram deems appropriate. I would far rather share when I’m excited about things. And thats todaaaaay!!!
Yesterday I finished my first crochet project of the year, and guys, I am SMITTEN! 😍It might be cocky to be so outwardly enamoured with my own creation, but I can’t help it.
One of my favorite details is the tassels! I actually really don’t like fringe usually, so in my scouring the internet for other ways to finish blankets, I came across these little cuties!
As with everything I make, this item is not flawless, but it also doesn’t need much extra care or handholding. It just fits. It doesn’t stretch to a point where fingers get tangled, and its actually nice and warm. Its funny how things stay with a person, and with every blanket I’ve made, the comment about afghans being “useless and ugly” fades further into the background. You cannot convince me this blanket is useless or ugly. Even if its not your thing, its still bright and lively and cozy!
Whew! This felt like an excellent project to kick the year off with! Stay tuned for the next one! I think its going to take much longer 😅
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With all of this said, send me your cutest plaids! I’d love to make more of these, but mix up the colours and patterns! Hit me with your best plaid!
I’m a little late to this post, but “better late than never” seems an appropriate theme in our lives right now for a lot of things! (Christmas cards are here! Just been too cold to run them around town. Better late than never though, right?)
Brady completed his eighth chemotherapy cycle on December 30th. He usually starts his medications on the Friday night, which would have been the 24th, which would have been a bummer. But we accept that chemo isn’t really anyone’s ideal, and figured, it was just this Christmas. We could hack it. But at his chemo review appointment a few days before his treatment began, his oncologist said he was welcome to push chemo back until Monday! This was such an excitement for us, just to even have the option!
Brady skipped his usual Friday night kickoff and Saturday night as well. But I realized on Sunday that if we waited until Monday, he would have to fast on New Years Eve! No way, man. We had too many good food plans. So he started his cycle on Sunday and finished it Thursday night. Zero repercussions this time around. Thank you Lord for Your mercy!
The one downfall of this is that we don’t actually know what happens now with the remainder of his cycles. We have to ask if now everything is pushed back, or if no one is really worried about the day or two difference there. Hopefully we can know soon, but as of now, we just celebrate the relief that this last chemo round was smooth, and that its staaaaarting to feel the slightest bit upswingy! Yes. I said upswingy. You get it.
Over Christmas, I continued working on my medications and I am excited to say I am finally off of the initial antidepressant I was on! Sertraline had been an incredible relief for me when I had my hand and shoulder pain, and it had lifted my mental health in such a beautiful way. I am so grateful for sertraline. But it wasn’t cutting it while Brady’s whole story was playing out, and I was on SO MANY MEDS just to keep me afloat. Yesterday was completely sertraline free! I am officially OFF of sertraline, and I’m OFF my sleep aid. All I take now, as of yesterday, is my one antidepressant, as well as stomach protectors that have helped with my heartburn. I don’t have heartburn anymore, but if I just jump off of the medications, my body will go snake and overproduce acid like its going out of style. So while I’m eager to jump off anything I don’t need to be on, I’m speaking to my doctor in a week or two, and we’ll make a plan to get off of those! I’m so happy to have this finally all smooth over!
All of this being said, I had a hard time getting up this morning. As Brady was getting up, I fell back to sleep deep enough to dream, and had the pleasure of reliving Brady’s cancer diagnosis, and then woke up and took the wrong medication for the day because I’m SO used to taking two pills in the morning. Sooooo we’ll see how day two plays out 😆😩I think I’ll stay in…
Thank you for your grace, love, and support surrounding yesterdays post. If you didn’t see it, maybe you watched Brady’s video on instagram. Whether you understood where it all was rooted or not, we felt many of you come around us. So thank you for that.
I will admit, even though it was me directly who wrote the post, it was a very emotionally heavy day – one I am still reeling from. I am completely mentally and emotionally exhausted.
Brady has offered me a break, so I am tucked in my bed, upstairs, crocheting a project that is for no one specific, but I really, really like it. So much so that it might just be for me 🙂 We’ll see. I have some Starbucks cold brew next to me, thanks to my mom gifting me a two pack from Costco. What a refreshment. As I crochet, I have New Girl playing quietly on the laptop near me, and I can hear Brady playing guitar. As Christmas has wound down, he has finally found time to play, and he is building beautiful arrangements of classic Christmas songs on guitar. I am asking him to record them, even just on his phone, so he can remember and revive them next year.
Its time to start a new year. I want to be able to look ahead with anticipation. I have my new calendar for 2022 and I think some countdowns need to happen. I have some work that I’m not totally dreading that needs to get done! Maybe this coming week, when the kids are back to school, I can get into some of that.
But first – I crochet. Because its too good to not finish soon.
I’d like to take a minute to correct myself. Please forgive my overuse of uppercase letters. They help reinforce my point. 😬
Earlier in December I had an MRI. This was and will continue to be a routine thing that my oncologists request to happen every six months, most likely for the rest of my life.
I received news shortly after, from my family doctor, that there was no evidence of the TUMOUR coming back and that the single little spot that they had been watching seemed to be gone. That spot was an unknown, there was a chance it was remaining TUMOUR but it could’ve also been scar tissue or gathered fluid or any number of things. They didn’t know what it was. Regardless, the most recent MRI showed that the spot was ‘less evident and questionably even present’.
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As a quick note I’d like to mention here that this was the only change from my July MRI to this one. There was no big change with this one that made me or anyone else think ‘NOW I’m cancer free.’ This was only a very small change.
This MRI did NOT change my cancer diagnosis.
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But I was excited and quickly went on my social media and announced I was ‘Cancer Free!’
For this, I apologize.
I chose my words poorly.
No doctors or medical professionals have said I’m ‘Cancer Free’. This type of cancer can be microscopic and no MRI will ever conclusively show the CANCER is gone. Only if the TUMOUR is growing back or not.
What I should have said is ‘It looks like I am… CURRENTLY… TUMOUR free.’
The doctors told me early after my cancer diagnosis that with this type of cancer I will never be ‘in remission’ because there’s no way to confidently know that the cancer is completely gone. Like I said, it can be microscopic.
I promise this announcement was not a bid for attention, it was a careless blunder of my words. And I am very sorry. Unfortunately, in my head ‘Cancer’ and ‘Tumour’ are synonymous and the truth is they’re not.
We have made attempts on a smaller scale, person to person, to correct my mistake as problems have arisen but it seems to be spreading quicker than we can correct them. So I thought I’d try a mass correction. Maybe written word is more convincing than verbal. 🤷♂️
I’m not cancer free.
Now on a personal level, Hailey and I believe that God healed me back when I was in rehab in March. We believe the cancer is gone. At least for now.
But there has been no medical diagnosis that the cancer is gone. I’m still going through chemotherapy for another 4 months and I will continue to be watched very closely for the foreseeable future.
I am truly sorry for the hurt, deceit, and miscommunication I’ve caused.
Please continue to pray for us and follow along with us as we make our way along this crazy journey of cancer and paraplegia.
I hope you have a wonderful end to the Christmas break!
Well, we are in a new year, and already, we have some fun stuff to be excited about! Nothing huge or really too crazy, but I received a text today saying that our family was on tv!!
Back in September, some lovely people from Telemiracle came over in the afternoon to interview both Brady and I. Then we got the kids up from naps, and we all went together to go get the kids from school. We met them halfway home, and ended up doing a lap around the pond.
If it hasn’t been clear in the past, Telemiracle funded a lot of things for Brady. Double railings through our house. His wheelchair. And his Batec, which is the motorized attachment that makes it possible for Brady to join us pretty much anywhere and everywhere! The Batec in particular is a big ticket item, and they fund them very rarely. Only two people in the province were granted them this year, and they really wanted to show it off. So we had a really fun time running around outside, chatting, walking with the kids, and answering some questions. It was a fun afternoon 🙂 Once it was over, we made a plan to send them some of the photos and videos of Brady’s progress along the way, and that was that!
And today, for the first time (as far as we know, anyway) they aired a spot about us!! A friend texted me and told me her kids had seen us on CTV this morning! We don’t have real tv over, so the internet search has begun, but its pretty clear there isn’t anything to see yet. But its coming, which is SO funny and also SO cool!
We were goofing around and talking about being famous when Solly bellowed “MOM ARE WE RICH?!?!” 😆 We are not. If we were rich, we wouldn’t have needed the help from Kinsmen Telemiracle! But goodness we have a wealth of love, goodness, grace, help, warmth, and care!
We are so excited, honestly 💜Its all just so fun. Please let us know if you see us, or can catch the ad on video! We’d love to see it! 😂
If you’ve followed long enough, you know I take the last day of every year to recap the significant events we’ve experienced. I usually comb through the photos from the last twelve months and make one collage photo for each month. I remember last year, for just ONE month, I did two collage photos, because we had finished redoing the camper, and I wanted to show that as well. It seemed absurd at the time to need TWO collages to depict one month. But friends, we’re just going to forget what used to be the norm, and we’re going to laugh at the mountain of photos on this years recap post. Deal? Deal.
Please be patient with me.
January
The year kicked off with struggle. It began with doctors appointments and anxiety. The push to figure out where Brady’s struggles were stemming from was on, it was pretty all consuming. We celebrated any normal we could get our hands on, but there was an undeniable feeling that change was looming. Its also important to note that January kicked off Rowan being on Melatonin. We were all on a hunt for wellness!
February
This is without question our biggest month this year. The busiest. The life changiest. It started out with Brady still working, which felt like an insignificant picture at the time, but is huge now. Brady went for his first MRI on February 3rd. We celebrated our 12th wedding anniversary on the 7th. He had his second MRI on the 8th. On the 9th, we met who would become Brady’s neurosurgeon, who showed us that Brady had a large tumour growing in his spinal cord. February 10th Brady went in for live saving, life altering surgery. Boom boom boom boom. One after another. A whirlwind if there ever was one.
Brady woke up from surgery and knew immediately that he was paralyzed. But the smile on his face was real, as both of us truly believed he might die in surgery. Legs are so secondary to life 💜We celebrated Valentines Day just a few days later in the neuro ward at Royal University Hospital in Saskatoon. I would bring him an americano nuevo and he would drink it from flat on his back through a bendy straw. It only took a few days before he was sent to physio, where he was able to transfer from his chair onto a bed and back. This quickly cleared him to leave the hospital and be transferred to City Hospital’s rehabilitation ward. His stay at RUH was eight days.
Brady was placed in a very nice big room with a window overlooking the river. I was welcomed to join in his therapies, and he started walking between the parallel bars. Meanwhile, Rowan celebrated his birthday and had his first haircut! So did Solly, but of course I don’t have a picture to share. Aaaaall the mom fails.
At home, I was single momming it, but with an immense amount of help from my close people. We did devotions and prayers with Brady every night over FaceTime, which was important but a huge challenge considering how much had happened and changed in such a short amount of time. Brady closed February off by suffering a pulmonary embolus, and almost dying. What. A. Month.
March
My mental health took a pretty hefty nosedive in March. Thanks to Brady’s blood clot incident, he went on blood thinners and had the pleasure of a three days nose bleed. My cute mom moved in to take care of us all at home, and to effectively take over while I went to the hospital every single day. The BEST part of March was when Brady was scheduled to meet an occupational therapist at home, and the taxi missed the memo and left him here. His quick pop-in turned into longer visit of a few hours, where he even joined us for supper It was the BEST.
March was not without its challenges. We were given the ugly diagnosis of stage four cancer. That did not deter Brady, however, and his therapies continued. He graduated out of the parallel bars and moved to walkers, and finally, forearm crutches! He was SO much happier with the crutches than the walker! Stairs was the final win of March, which was something he desperately wanted to try that felt out of reach. It wasn’t 💜
April
Brady was cleared to go outside in April!! This was a HUGE deal! We went on our first outing to Brainsport, to get some shoes that fit Brady’s brace in them. It was also the first time we ran into someone we knew who had no idea of the changes in our lives. It was entertaining in the moment and then utterly heartbreaking after. I’ll never forget it. With Brady’s outside time, we were able to casually wind up at a nearby park at *gasp* the same time as our kids!! So that was a beautiful open door. It was hugely relieving to see Brady with the kids 💜See how Laela has “crutches” and Rowan has a “wheelchair?” Also in April, Cher started taking the kids out on dates, so they would get some more face to face attention. They loved it.
Brady continued to crush his therapies one after the other. The FES bike was a regular part of his day, as well as weights and bulking up his arms and chest the best he could, as so much more depends on his upper body now. He broke a lot of therabands during his workouts in his room, lol! But better that than not using them! Also in April, he began radiation treatments. They would taxi him over to the cancer centre five days a week. It was scary and made him so sick.
While Brady was away, we prepared the house the best way we could for his return. And right smack dab in the middle of April, he came home. It was a HUGE celebration!!! Nine weeks he was away. They were long long weeks.
We settled into our normal. HA!! That 🙌 is the biggest lie I’ve told all year! 😆But hey, we got to brush our teeth together. Teach our kids to tie their shoes. Stuff like that. People gifting us a golf cart is not normal, but it did happen also 💜And the crocheting bug bit me HARD. I tried to crochet when Brady was away, but just couldn’t get into it. It sure worked a lot better the moment he got home!
May
Brady began to learn his limits and abilities here at home! We got everything set up for Spring, and I will say the theme of this Spring was DIRT. Goodness it was SO filthy here without grass, and, spoiler alert, we never got there. Ah well. What we did do was complete Brady’s five weeks of radiation!! That was significant and dearly important. He was so uncomfortable for those weeks, but he was granted a month of no treatment after he finished, which helped. Cher gave us a couple of weekends at the lake, just Brady and I, to try and get things set up for our new circumstances. This was a huge gift, and more necessary than we anticipated!
We attended Brady’s first outpatient rehab appointment in May. It was nice, and informative, but also bizarre to be back at the hospital! Our dates have gotten SO weird, haha! Hear me, guys. Dates at the hospital shouldn’t count! Buuuut for now, they do. A hit we took in May was our dishwasher dying. Of all stupid things. But thank goodness, my handy/handi (HA!) husband was home, and we could sort it out together 💜The day it died, someone came over unannounced and gave us $500 in cash. Sooooo that took care of that. God took care of that. Thank you, friends, for listening to God and being good neighbours. We closed the month off by celebrating Solly’s birthday!
June
The weekends at the lake with just Brady were a total treat 💜 We were able to see how Brady would adapt to lake life and how we could adapt it to fit him! We built a nice big level patio! Meanwhile the kids played well and were totally happy at home.
We ran around a lot in June. School was still going so time was split between home and the lake, plus all the appointments! Brady had his first driving assessment, and took his brace in to Saskabilities so many times! Brady started chemotherapy, and did his first round over our first lake weekend with the whole fam jam! It was utter chaos, but we made it! We were very thankful that my mom joined us 💜
Because there wasn’t enough going on, the work kept on kicking at the lake. Brady built us a front step with good sturdy stairs and railings. I helped him a lot, but my rest and relaxation translated into crocheting by the fire. Thats another thing. I got really good at building fires this year. It was my gig, and once I settled into it, I was a master. Not to say there weren’t blistered and slivers and blood and tears along the way. Because there were.
July
Right off the hop in July, we celebrated Waverly’s birthday. She was stylin’. Shortly thereafter, I had a very small procedure where an OB cleared a small tissue septum out of my uterus. Cher took me there and back 💜 Back to the lake, Brady built us a beautiful firewood stand, and Solomon learned to ride a bike!
The kids went to day camp at Kinasao for the first time ever, and they loved loved LOVED it! Meanwhile, Brady and I spent our days with Wavy, feeding her cheeseballs like they were going out of style. She was a fan.
This little beauty, Cher, had a birthday in July, so she joined us up at the lake for the day and we ate appies off the barbecue. Win! Brady and I worked HARD and got our deck shaded before the end of the month, and we closed July off with my birthday. I won’t lie, I have never felt older 😆
August
August kicked off with Brady’s SIXTH MRI! It was their effort to see if anything had changed since his radiation treatments. Not especially significantly, but noteworthy, we discovered Wavy had enough hair for a palm tree pony! Woot! We continued our time at the lake, and Brady built our cook nook! My mom celebrated a birthday in August, so she came and spent some time with us out there! We are certainly fortunate to have people who are willing to come our way so often 💜
Work is never done, so we continued our lake projects and got our site levelled out really nicely. In between lake stays, Brady officially got his drivers license! This was an ugly crying kind of event. Independence!!! Dekker celebrated his tenth birthday at the lake, and we wrapped up our beautiful lake season shortly thereafter.
September
Back to reality! As if we ever left, haha! But you know what I mean. We winterized the campsite and entered school mode! Four of the kids had their token “first day of school pictures” taken, though on different days. We settled into the reality of having – wait for it – ONE KID every other day!!
September was also the first time we talked publicly about needing to move. The hunt for solutions began (aaaand continues, lol) Brady and both dove into the things we are excited and passionate about! And we wrapped the month with Laela’s birthday!
October
This was really a month for settling into life. I think I’ve said that a few times, but nothing was shockingly new in October. We just lived. We set up a beautiful yarn wall for me 😍Wavy got her first big girl bed. Cher and I celebrated our four year friendaversary 💜 Brady celebrated his birthday, which was also exactly six months since he got home from the hospital. We got our basement ceiling done, sealing off the official finishing of our home! And also noteworthy, I BAKED for the first time in AGES! This is important to add in here because it was extra, and it still happened! Woop!
November
This month was a cold slap in the face, when it became immediately clear that winter was upon us, and that I was on the hook for so much more than I was used to. I know that sounds extra “poor me” but truly, it was a hard griefy moment of time for me. We had our first big snow early November. Brady worked to figure out how to be outside and effective. He managed to get into the backyard and take apart the trampoline. Meanwhile, November was full of crocheting. Like FULL of crocheting. I got some big orders out the door, which had me feeling capable and accomplished. I truly hope there are more orders to come. Probably the most important thing in November to note was that Brady WORKED! As in out of the house, with another guy, on a job site! He painted, and he LOVED it!
December
Its been a full month of grief and excitement, memory making and emotion organizing! With our friend, Carrie, we played our first gig in a full year! It was incredible! Brady was nominated to the Maker Community Project out of NJ, and was chosen to be the recipient of some amazing help, resources, and gifts that will get him set up to move forward as a successful, profitable maker. We praise the Lord for Mike, Matt, and the other folks involved! I had a great success in December, also. In my case, this means I finally found an antidepressant that works!! In this month alone, I regained all the weight I lost, I have a real appetite for the first time in several years, I sleep, and I cope. Fewer anxiety attacks means a happier Hailey who is more compatible with life! We set up for Christmas this month, and even made a two hour trip to see some of our dear friends from the lake 💜I did my final count, clocking in at 16 blankets crocheted. And we’re closing the year off wiiiiiiith… car trouble, lol!
I mean 🤷🏼♀️all things considered, at the very least, this year was eventful like none other! God has remained faithful, and has cared for us undeniably all along the way 💜 So we wait eagerly for whats to come, where God will take us, and where we’ll land. If we’ve learned anything this year, its that God knows the outcome. He knew it before we even knew the beginning. We had NO idea at the beginning of the year where we’d be this December, but we’ve come out oddly ahead in some ways.
Thank you, Lord, for bringing us through 2021 together. We eagerly wait to see what 2022 has in store for us!
We’ve enjoyed a second day with some of our family together for Christmas! We ate really well, enjoyed hyper time and also quieter time, lots of visiting and catching up, and lots of cousin bonding time! Its been incredible.
Conveniently, most of the events have been held at our house. Convenient because its so stinking cold out. Convenient because we have more space for everyone. Convenient because our van won’t start…
*sigh*
We finally admitted defeat after charging the stupid thing overnight, and we accept the fact that the battery is completely pooched. Which is fine. Its old, and everything wears out faster in this cold weather.
Yes, we do have a garage. You’re not wrong.
Except you kind of are nowadays.
I will delve into more details at a later date, but on the subject of admitting defeat, I am actually really happy to say that we have relinquished the garage into a wood shop for Brady 💜He is being blessed backwards and forwards, and suddenly is finding himself in need of space to let his creativity grow, so, at least for now, thats our garage. And naturally, blessings such as these rained down on the coldest week of the year 😆
Sooooo tomorrow I’ll catch a ride to Saskatoon to buy a new battery. Meanwhile, if anyone hears of any wicked deal on vehicle remote starter kit, let us know!
I’d love to post ALL about today. ALL about seeing my sister and her beautiful family for the first time since covid really knocked everything out of whack. ALL about how the kids did so well together. ALL about the presents we opened and ALL about the food we ate.
Yet, after such a beautiful day, my head is throbbing and I need to pack it in early. So rather, I’m going to leave you with the knowledge that today, Wavy called her cereal “yucky charms.” And I really liked it. So I thought maybe you would too.
Who wouldn’t, really? No one can not swoon at that mess of post-ponytail hair and that little crinkled nose. 💜
