DH and I searched high and low until we found the perfect toy vacuum cleaner.  Not only was it a perfect miniature,  it light up, made noise, had a hose, and a little detachable  dust buster.  Perfect I thought, Izzy will know I truly am the “great” grand-mother.

Izzy eagerly unwrapped her presents.   Her other great grandmother, Susie,  gave her a pink po chair with a detachable pot.  This was a great hit especially when I told Izzy she could wear the pot as a hat.   Susie also included a sweet baby doll, which Izzy immediately hugged.

I saved our gift for last thinking Izzy would love it.  She eagerly pulled off the wrapping paper but as soon as she spotted what it was, her little lips started to quiver and she muttered ”no, no, no’ while backing away.  Poor baby! She was terrified.  What a nasty thing to do to the little sweetie, especially at Christmas.   I felt like a real sh*t.  I removed the offending present from the room and told her next year I would not ask  her parent’s advice on gift giving.

Fast forward a few weeks later, Addison and Kaytlyn were right.  Izzy loves her gift. She is slowly overcoming her fear of vacuüm cleaners and I maintain my title as “the great grandmother”.

Here’s pictures of me and Isabella at 14 months old.  Can you see the family resemblance?

DH arrives home tonight after a week of dealing with sub contractors, who work on a calendar known only to themselves.  When an electrican says “yes, I will be there tomorrow” you should ask him if he means  the day after today, or a day sometime in the future.  Carpenters, painters and plumbers all work on this mystery time.

I can’t complain though, my life is full of good things.   My son is working at a job he loves, my daughter and her family are on vacation in Montreal,  DH’s daughter will be coming home in less than a month………….and we have the prettiest great grand daughter in the world.

And if that isn’t enough to be thankful for, blueberries are in season.   For dessert, this evening I’ve made blue berry cake with brown sugar sauce.   Life doesn’t get much better!

Thanks to twitter I can follow Andrea and my grand-daughter Sarah’s day while they attend a word press conference and take in the sites of Montreal.

They arrived late last night after hitching a ride with my friend Win and her husband.  I thought they would stay up half the night but by 11:00 everyone was fast asleep.

Years back when they were little tykes they preferred to sleep in on a Saturday rather than hit the yard sales with me  Boys have times changed.  Meaghan was the first one up at 7:15.  Sarah remarked on the family resemblance first thing in the morning.   We all had that bed head, stunned looked, searching aimlessly for a cup of tea.

What a wonderful day! We hit the yard sales, the market, the mall, Sarah treated me to lunch, went shopping after lunch.   By 2:00 I was played out, and had to take a bit of a nap.  The girls helped me with make supper, quinoa, salad, lemon pepper potatoes and salmon.

I just dropped them off at the movies and may take a little nap before it is time to pick them up.

Couldn’t think of a better way to spend a weekend!

This is the first Mother’s Day that my son is living in another province. Last week JD and his lovely girlfriend Tiffany moved to Alberta. For years he avoided the lure of going West to make the big bucks.   It seems Tiffany is the ONE   He wants to pay off his student loans and save the down payment on a house.

He still needs his Mom though. I received a frantic call the other night, “Mom, I need my birth certificate to register out here and I can’t find it.” A few clicks of the computer later and his documents were being expedited by courier.

This is the first Mother’s Day that we are building a house. Construction is coming along nicely, the foundation was poured two days ago. For Christmas Andrea, Ron and the grandchildren gave me a calendar which they drew a picture to represent each month. I love Ron’s construction drawing for the month of May.

DH and I spent most of the weekend packing. It went so well, that he muttered, “Wouldn’t you know it, our last move, and we finally figured our how to do it,”

DH noticed someone moving into the complex. He introduced himself and managed to get dibs on all of their moving boxes, including four large wardrobe boxes. This gift of moving boxes saved me numerous trips to the liquor store, trying to nabs boxes on delivery day.  Who knew cardboard was such a commodity?  DH purchased a box of 100 foam sheets at Staples, to layer between china dishes. They work so well, he didn’t comment on the amount of dishes and knick-knacks we had to pack.

We are spending a quiet day at home.  Tomorrow DH moves into a trailer on the property and I begin my weekly travels.    This afternoon my grandson, and his family will drop in for a visit.

My life is truly blessed. I hope your Mother’s Day is perfect and filled with blessings.

Not only is Marie an incredible busy cook often posting two recipes a day, she also manages to write 2 other blogs and an Esty shop. She is also an artist with her prints available here .  I’m lucky to find the time to squeeze in one blog.

From Traditional Victorian Sandwich Cakes to Taco Tarts, each recipe is well written and beautifully photographed.

When Marie sponsored a give away a while back, I entered, never thinking for a moment I might win.   But I did.   I am now the proud owner of a proper scale, a delicious cup cake cook book,  cup cake liners, sprinkles and decorations.

With Easter just around the corner, and a visit to the grand-children’s, the timing is perfect.

For some reason I did not give the surgery much thought.   Especially the fact I would have to keep my eyes open.    When ever I encounter something unpleasant during a medical procedure I simply close my eyes and wish it away.  Couldn`t do it this time.

The doctor checked my eyes again yesterday and assured me the left eye should not be as complicated.   He will make the incision in another spot, and if necessary use iris hooks (doesn`t that sound reassuring) plus he will give me a Ativan before the procedure.   I should be in la-la land the whole time.

DH is taking great care of me.  The pain is bearable, feels more like gravel in your eye than anything.

the small hands of my great-granddaughter Isabella waving hello when she arrived at my daughters, followed by the biggest of smiles affirming that she knows her Mam.

a delicious bag of Christmas cookies made by my middle granddaughter

the gift of a long coveted Amish quilt from my talented daughter

the heartfelt thank you from Lynn (my grand-daughter-in-law’s Mom),  for the quilt I sent

the Christmas Eve blog entry by our cousin San (read it here).

the unsolicited and very generous offer from the wife in law and Miss Julia who volunteered to drop into feed Porsche while we were away

a special book saying thank you from my oldest grand-daughter, who had overheard her Aunt and I in November discussing the fact no one takes the time to say thank you any more

the site of my grand-children ages 10 to 23 playing with Lego at the kitchen table Christmas morning

the call from our good friend and this year to be neighbour Rick, to say N BPower had installed the power pole on our property. We are another step towards building our dream home

celebrating Christmas with four generations under one roof.

I hope your holidays were as “ah” filled and blessed as ours.

Izzy was busy this weekend helping her parents decorate the Christmas tree.  What about you, do you have your decorations up yet? Presents bought? Cookies made?