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the beauty in change

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home from camp and happy about that

Every year I marvel at how we can possibly be here…again. This year is no exception. Tomorrow my sweetest boy turns nine. I’m in awe of this fact. I’m sure it was only yesterday that I spent all of today at the hospital (not a place I wanted to be, by the way) labouring and bringing my sweet boy into this world. Giving birth is a right of passage, no doubt about it. It changed me in ways I’m sure I haven’t even discovered yet. I know one thing though, my heart grew a trillion times that day. And truthfully, I didn’t know that was possible. I know it ‘s the same old story, but it really is so miraculous to me, that a little person can change your life so profoundly. I simply adore him.

And yet, I am struggling.

ice cream with his second  favourite person in the world ;)

ice cream with his second favourite person in the world ;)

Change and letting go are not things I’m good at. No! I like my routine, my same rhythm, my same rhyme. When something throws that off, I somewhat go to pieces. Raising a child is ALL about letting go. It is forever about change. It’s beautiful AND heartbreaking. Whilst I’ve dealt with it okay up until now, now, at nine, I’m really noticing the changes of him shifting into a more grown up boy. He is insisting on closing the bathroom door now for privacy (WHAT?), and he doesn’t run around naked quite as much as he did only a few months ago. He mentioned the other day, “Mummy, I think I’m getting to old for that” when I suggested something to him. Sigh. My heart is slowly breaking and I know I cannot stop it. So, instead, I must find ways to accept what is inevitable, to embrace the change as it comes, and to support him (and myself) in all that lie ahead.

And while change is hard, I also know the beauty it holds. Watching Isaac grow and change and discover who he is and experience new things, fail and then soar, it’s all breathtakingly beautiful. I am so humbled by his presence in my life, he truly has no idea. Not only is he growing and changing, but I am too. He pushes me to stretch and morph and grow into the person he needs me to be. I humbly accept the challenge, most days not at all feeling qualified, but showing up anyway because it’s what we mamas do. We give all that we have, doing the best that we can in any given moment, and just hoping it’s enough. It is. I know that.

me and my sweet boy

me and my sweet boy

And so, with nine comes a million thoughts swirling around my head. But only one thought really matters. And it’s not so much a thought, really, as a belief. A conviction. And that is, that he is my soulmate. He is my one true love. I would walk to the end of the earth for him, and back again. He is my teacher, my mentor, my greatest gift. In spite of all the hardness that we have encountered (raising him has NOT been easy), he is my breath of fresh air in a world stifled with old beliefs, toxic hangups, and unfamiliar faces. He, is my heart. My centre. My home. He makes my life better, in every single way. I love him.

Namaste,
Debbie

learning to be a friend

Happy New Year, Friends!

Life has been full and rich and busy and challenging. Time is flying and I have no idea where it’s flying to. How is it that Christmas was already over a month ago? I’ve had another birthday come and go, Isaac just turned 8 1/2, and we’ve had a couple wicked snow storms. I’ve been dyeing lots of yarn and knitting like crazy. We’ve been involved in some wonderful homeschool activities – theatre and yoga, and Isaac started swim lessons 3 weeks ago. He’s already swimming the length of the small pool, underwater, no problem. So exciting to watch. And he’s made a few really great friends in theatre. He is smitten with them and I simply love watching his love for friendship take root and grow.

on his way to yoga

on his way to yoga

Friendship has always been hard for me. I’ve written about this before and as I watch Isaac grow and explore this facet of life, I notice I am pausing to reflect on what makes a friendship work, what draws us to certain people, and how can we help to nurture the friendships in our lives.

me and my favourite friend

me and my favourite friend

As an adult it’s easy enough for me to look back and see clearly why friendships didn’t work. Usually there were just too many differences, things I didn’t recognize at the time. I was just so worried with fitting in that I didn’t see that it wasn’t necessarily me, but instead, a difference in personalities. I am an extreme introvert and when you mix that in with a school and student body primarily made up of extroverts (of at the least, people trying to pass themselves off as such) well, it does not bode well for making long-lasting friendships. I, of course, did have some friends in school, but I always managed to mess them up, or so it seemed. All these years later I have come to realize I’m really not a friend person. I mean, I LOVE the friends I have. I, like Isaac, am smitten with the people I call “friend”. But I don’t let people in easily and I don’t connect easily. As I’ve aged I have noticed something specific: the older I get, the less friends I need. I can probably count on one hand the people who I consider to be real and true friends.Those people who just get you, no matter what, who accept you and all your crazy antics without question. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced what it is to truly have a best friend. I certainly had friends that I considered best friends, but I was never secure in those relationships, fearing that I was always a little too “odd” to make it work. But in the last few years I have had the great pleasure of finally finding a best friend. It’s like coming home! It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced, our ability to talk and laugh and Be. Words can’t describe this experience, but I’m assuming if you have a best friend then you know exactly what I mean.

exercise is important, you know

exercise is important, you know

Today we were out in the Village after our homeschool theatre programme and Isaac was a little morose at having to leave his friends. He was walking with his head down, clearly saddened. We stopped at the cafe for a snack and while I paid he chatted up a mum and her young boy. Well, my kid, the master of making friends and drawing people into his circle, recounted the story of how we rescued our kitty and about the kittens and how Fred thought I was crazy. He’s so at ease with people, talking to them without any fear of what they might think. It helps when he has a receptive audience. He’s a very good judge of character and so when the audience isn’t so receptive, he knows to walk away. So at the end of his story, we had made a new friend. Turned out our paths had crossed via social media, only we never knew it. If not for him, I’d have just bought my scone and walked out. He’s good for me. :D

giving his friend Amanda a lesson in algebra

giving his friend Amanda a lesson in algebra

All this leads to what I’m trying to say, which is this: I’m so hoping for a different friendship experience for Isaac. That he’s not in school, I’m sure, helps. Not having to try to fit in and win the affections of people he really doesn’t care about, is a gift. He and all the “wacky” (read: AMAZING) homeschoolers get to be themselves, and they love each other for it. He gets to find his tribe in his early youth, instead of having to wait until his late 30’s. He, hopefully, gets to spend a lifetime with a friend to call his own, always. And while we never know if a friend will stay with us for life, I hope at the very least he is learning to be himself with those he chooses and to not get hung up when people opt not to spend time in his company because it’s more about them than about us. And, I hope that he comes to recognise that there is a person out there for each of us, someone who gets us and loves us and wants to call us friend, no matter how long it takes to find them. I fear I’ve gotten a little sappy here, (hello, it’s what I do. ;) ).

 celebrating 8 1/2

celebrating 8 1/2

While I know I will always struggle with friendships I take solace in that fact that I have an amazing kid who models how it’s done. I will never be able to sit down next to a stranger and strike up a conversation the way he can, but I can learn from him that we don’t need to be afraid to put ourselves out there, that sometimes that is what is required to find a good friend. And I hope I can impart to him that, while friends are important, even vital, it’s not an easy road for some. Being true to oneself is where it starts, the friends will follow.

Namaste,
Debbie

 

6 months later…

 

super moon

super moon

Hello Friends,

I will not dwell on the embarrassing fact that it has been 6 months since last I wrote in this space. Sigh. Truth be told (as always) we have been busy. Busy growing and loving and living and exploring and playing and adventuring and creating and gardening and making and doing and hiking and observing and wishing. But one thing we haven’t been doing too much of, is worrying. I haven’t worried too much that I haven’t been here since I know it’s the way life goes. Waxes and Wanes. Ebbs and Flows. It’s just what it is. And it’s been good. We’ve been good. Spring was LONG, summer was LATE and COOL, fall is already turning to winter and we aren’t even at September’s end. But sooooo many good things happened in between and while I want to capture them all here, I’m not sure it’s possible in one post. But you know me…I’m going to try. Hmm…maybe just the highlights.  ;)

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strawbery picking

As many of you know, Isaac has been involved in theatre for the last two years. It is his calling, I’m sure of it (but what do I know, things could change). Since he was small we knew he was a performer and now as he grows older I see this more and more. Theatre is the one thing he embraces without question. The theatre classes he’s been doing for the last couple of years have become familiar as he now knows the director of the programme, so there is a constant. But this summer he fully embraced the idea of all day theatre camp, not knowing one single person.  It was theatre and that was all that mattered. He was so excited, even when, on his first day, he was feeling under the weather. He still wanted to tough it out, didn’t want to miss anything. Two weeks, many friends, a ton of fun and a performance later, it was done. Sigh. It was a little (a LOT) sad to let go of that experience. We weren’t ready to let go. My baby bird was finding his tribe and he wasn’t done figuring that out yet. So…we dug deep to find the cash (oof, never enough of that) and signed him up for two more weeks. Now, I have a lot to say about this programme and Isaac’s experience there, but it deserves its own post. Otherwise, this post becomes all about theatre and not catching up. LOL. Stay tuned. Suffice it to say, the experience changed our lives. He had the time of his life and is already counting down until next summer. Really, we couldn’t have asked for anything more. <3

my little Beast <3

my little Beast <3

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preforming “camp song” for the audience :: I cried <3

In between his two stints at camp (he did sessions 2 and 4) Isaac celebrated a birthday. My wee baby is now 8. As all mamas say, I’m not sure how this is possible, but it seems to add up giving the dates and whatnot. LOL. His birthday fell only days after he finished his first session at camp and he had crashed pretty hard. He got sick and just needed some serious down time to recalibrate. Our a annual family tradition is to spend the day at the beach celebrating his birthday. But this year, with him sick and in need of low key versus high energy, we opted against the beach. Instead, we hit the mini-putt. We had the whole place to ourselves (ahhhh, low key) and so were able to just take out time. And truthfully, we needed that, since Isaac has not mastered how to grip a golf club. LOL. It was somewhat painful for me to watch. By the end he was getting the feel for it, but was also fading fast, resting on the ground, tuckered out from the heat and his cold. We ended up going for french fries (not our typical fare, and certainly not what we eat when we are sick. But, it was his birthday, so we didn’t make a fuss). We also went to the book store to browse a bit. That was fun and we walked away with a few books, as always.  Soon it was home to dinner and a wee piece of cake and an early night for us all.

Frog and Toad <3

Frog and Toad <3

love him <3

mini putt

mini putt

our family's traditional  birthday cake

our family’s traditional birthday cake

Eight years old. I’m still in a bit of denial that my baby is eight. I mean, HOW? He is growing up so fast and there are bits and pieces of him that are still VERY much two years old. He still (voluntarily) relies on me to do a lot for him. He likes to be cared for, to be served. I don’t mind. I know the day will come when he says, “MUM! ENOUGH! And so while there are people out there who gasp at all I still do for him, I just let it roll off my back. He’s still my baby, afterall, and I want to be needed by him as long as I can. It won’t always be like this. I’m holding on. <3  But I also notice how he is growing and maturing. His convictions are getting stronger (wasn’t sure that was possible, lol). He is so smart and bright and he knows what he wants and what he doesn’t. He trusts his gut and intuition (such a wonderful gift) and he has an incredible imagination. His love of acting and direction and film making is growing all the time. He is so creative and talented at it. I am so moved that I can bear witness to his creativity, bringing to life something from inside his head. Or, perhaps it’s only an interpretation of something else, but it’s always full of Isaac. It’s clever and nuanced and FUN. I just love it. And he’s funny and witty and deep. And he is sweet. So so sweet. As long as he’s had enough to eat, that is. Because if his blood sugar drops too low, he might hit you with a stick. (Sorry little boy at the Not Back To School Picnic. He didn’t mean it. And I know he apologized and that that doesn’t make it right. He was just really hungry.) Awww, he is lovely. So curious and full of life and not afraid of pushing boundaries. In fact, he excels at pushing boundaries. LOL. Oh, I just love him so much. So honoured to be his mama and that he let’s me love him. <3

birthday selfies

birthday selfies

hiking

hiking

a wee toad

a wee toad

It’s funny, our summer felt SO busy, but really that’s all there was. Four weeks of theatre summer camp, a birthday, lots of visits with grandma and grandpa and uncle Tom, relatives from out of town, a few craft sales for me, a wedding anniversary dinner (ours) with my parents and lots of time with just our wee family hanging out. It was lovely. Now September is well underway and regular theatre has started up again as well as our first year doing a fabulous homeschool theatre program. But let’s save that all for another post.

my heart

my heart

In short (or, long) our summer was wonderful. However, now the days are quickly turning colder and autumn is here. In fact, feels like winter is almost here. **shudders** But there is still lots to do: apple picking and processing, pumpkin gathering and carving, Halloween costumes to be made, a garden to clean up and put away, canning to finish up, winter boot shopping (this kid won’t stop GROWING) and likely a new snowsuit too. Ahhhh life. It is so sweet…and I’m happy this one is mine.

Namaste,
Debbie

 

longest. winter. ever

icy walk into the woods

icy walk into the woods

While my friends across the globe revel in their spring-like temperatures and perennials that are slowly coming back to life, we remain stuck under 8 feet of snow. Well, we aren’t stuck, per se, but we are very much heavily covered. Getting out in the back yard, to the compost, is almost impossible. The snow is to my mid-thigh and my boots, while being fantastic for outdoor activities, aren’t cutting it. However, I’m not complaining. Really, I’m not. This is a true Canadian winter, something we’ve been missing for years. It’s been very cold with very few mild days, and there has been SO much snow. It’s been quite nice, actually. And while I’m quite willing to hold on for a few more weeks, I DO hope spring starts to make itself known soon, if for no other reason than I want to get outside and get dirt under my nails. Can’t wait for that. :D

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bridge across the frozen creek

cold and sunny - my favourite kind of day

cold and sunny – my favourite kind of day

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what remains

In the meantime, we have been keeping busy with some baking and knitting and planning of the 2014 garden. We have gone on some amazing hikes, visited our favourite café, watched some great movies, ordered a whack of new books, thoroughly enjoyed the Olympics and have just about finished another round of theatre classes (the play is tonight). So despite being cooped up for much of the winter, we have managed to escape a few times, and we have enjoyed a wonderfully long tuck in.

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my winter landscape

winter on the fench

winter on the fence

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marshmallow

To be honest, as many of you know, I’m a much bigger fan of winter than summer. While I LOVE gardening, I dread the heat. Both Isaac and I do not tolerate it at all. So, it means more time inside since neither of us can breathe in it. Perhaps we need to move to somewhere where the weather is less severe in both winter and summer. Ireland has always called my name. :D

To combat this brutally cold winter we (and I mean, “I”, here) knit a lot of hats. I knit them for all the men in my life, and then one for me.

a pile of turn-a-squares

a small stack of turn-a-squares

I ended up making four of Jared Flood’s “Turn-A-Square” toque. It is a wonderful pattern with SO many possibilities. I mostly used what I had laying about, Cascade 220 in both a heathered grey and heathered black, and different skeins of Noro Silk Garden. One of the skeins, the one represented in the middle, I’ve had since long before Isaac was born. He picked that colourway for his own hat and I was so glad it went to a good home. It is adorable on him. Well, just take a look…

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my heart

The top hat was for a friend who rarely needs a woollen toque, but it turned out this year, he DID…and the bottom one was for Fred. He wears it daily and claims it the warmest hat he’s ever had. Woot! The fourth hat, which is not pictured, was gifted to my brother for his birthday. It was the same grey heather as the top hat, but with a combo of black and grey stripes. We don’t usually exchange presents and so I think he was a little surprised. I do hope he is getting good use out of it this winter.

a collection of turn-a-square toques

a collection of turn-a-square toques

Of course, I was feeling left out with all the toquey goodness going around, so, I needed to whip myself up a hat, as well.

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my hurricane hat in pearlescent

In fact, I loved this fab pattern so much that I started another one with a spare ball of Berroco Vintage I had lying about.  I’m thinking, however, that I might turn it into a cowl instead; my neck could certainly use a little extra warmth these days, you know?

vintage hurricane toque/cowl

vintage hurricane toque/cowl

We have also started a few other projects…but those will have to wait for another day. At the moment I have a wee boy who is over-the-top excited about his play tonight. Did I mention he’s Jupiter?  The largest planet, you know. He’s pretty stoked. So whilst I’m off to get him ready and fed and relaxed, let me leave you with one last glance at the scenery around here. Spring can’t be far off now, can it?

across the lake

across the lake

Namaste,
Debbie

celebrating 7-1/2

Where do these years go? Or even the months, in this case. It’s impossible that we can be at 7 1/2 already, and to prove my point, I initially titled this post, “celebrating 6 1/2”. Yes, that seems more accurate. But no, it really has been 7 1/2 years. These last seven (plus) years have been so full and rich and whilst I’ve not been so great at writing birthday letters (I’ve missed a year here and there, I’m afraid), one thing remains through all of it, this deep unabiding love I  have for this incredible boy of mine.

Today we are doing a little celebration since he was down and out for a few days last week, on his actual half birthday. We’ve spent some quality time cuddling and playing, we’ve made chocolate orange cupcakes with chocolate ganache, and we are ordering Thai food for dinner (calamari, his favourite). But first, a love letter to my boy because I really don’t ever want to forget all the ways I love him or how amazing he is.

My sweet Isaac,

Seven! (And a half!) It has been a wonderful year. You have really started to grow into the “big kid” shoes that you have so desperately longed to wear for years and are leaving, quite graciously, too, behind the years of “wee boy” quite willingly. It is a hard transition, however. You are still so little you long for the things from your wee boy days, and yet, you resist them at the same time. You have always wanted to be “bigger”. I remember when you said, at 5, I think, that you just wanted time to hurry up so you could be a dad already. Sigh. That kind of broke my heart. No, I wanted to say. Stay here, with me, forever. And please, don’t wish away these precious years. Oh, if we could all go back to our own childhood and tell our wee selves to stay and linger and enjoy. It goes by all too quickly, truth be told, but I understand where you are coming from. It’s hard being and adult trapped in a child’s body, and that has always been your plight. It’s hard on you. I see that. We try to make it easier, but I never really know if we are. And so, as we transition from wee boy to bigger boy, we are taking the time you need to linger where you must, and let go when you are ready. It’s all at your pace, after all.  You lead the way, as always. And you do it brilliantly. I have no worries that you will grow up to be a very fine adult, and wonderful father and husband (if you choose those roles), and contributor to the greater good of society. But for a moment, let me share with you a few highlights from this past year.

dining at the cafe

dining at the café

sharing a snack and a smile

sharing a snack and a smile (at the café)

hiking in the woods

hiking in the woods

playing games

playing games

time with cousins

time with cousins

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…more than once. :D

experiments

experiments

Marty McFly for Halloween

Marty McFly for Halloween

a night in the hospital, but you made everyone laugh

a night in the hospital, but you made everyone laugh and fall in love with you

watching you life your passion

watching you live your passion

writing stories

writing stories

watching your passion for film making grow

watching your passion for film making grow

dance parties in the kitchen

dance parties in the kitchen

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dancing and singing

Doctor Who 50th Anniversary Special at the theatre

Doctor Who 50th Anniversary Special at the theatre

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this moment – Behind that closed door were you and Daddy. It was bedtime, but the two of you were laughing and giggling and it made my heart so happy that I just sat outside the door and basked in the love you have for one another.

your love for you new Solstice sweater <3

your love for you new Solstice sweater <3

a Christmas day hike

a Christmas day hike

Happy New Years - 2014

Happy New Years – 2014

caring for you while you were sick, you hadn't napped since you were two.

caring for you while you were sick, you hadn’t napped since you were two.

peeking around the corner to catch you enjoying a favourite show

peeking around the corner to catch you enjoying a favourite show

a fabulous, once in a lifetime concert and meeting with Raffi. <3

a fabulous, once in a lifetime concert and meeting with Raffi. <3

watching you write your first blog post

watching you write your first blog post

admiring our winters insane snow fall.

admiring our winters insane snow fall.

And tonight…

the half birthday boy

the half birthday boy

You are so many wonderful things and your gifts are abundant. You have a way of making me laugh, your sense of humour is complex and engaging. You use this sense of humour to your advantage in most cases. I love it so much. You are bright and witty and often a ham. But you are also serious and reflective, pondering deep thoughts, as I did when I was your age. You love, love, love computers. Technology in general, to be more accurate. You adore minecraft right now (particularly StampyLongNose and his BFF Squid), and have recently revisited the Harry Potter PC games. You love making your own videos and your camcorder is your prized possession. You are so creative and original in your ideas and I just love seeing all the neat things you come up with. Your passion for theatre has continued to grow. Not only are you enrolled in your sixth session with Original Kids, but you also write and direct and perform many of your own productions around the house. You truly amaze me. You are, however,  such a strong-willed individual. That doesn’t always make being your mum easy, but I appreciate and respect all that a strong will represents (I too am strong-willed, and it has served me well). You are so smart and funny and compassionate and thoughtful and contemplative and extremely curious and loving and kind and never one to listen for listening’s sake.  Now, you aren’t all these things at once, and rarely consistently, but I see them all in you. You have this bright light that shines like nothing else I’ve known, and I just want to keep it in my little mason jar and nurture it until it can hold its own out in the world. You aren’t always good about letting me do that. You like to call the shots and be in control. Again, I get that. So, I love and guide and nurture within your comfort zone and when you let me. It’s enough. It has to be. Regardless, you are growing into an amazing human being and I’m so proud to be your mum. Happy 7 1/2, sweet love.

Love you to the moon, and back. <3
xoxo

paperwhites

paperwhites

As you all know, life gets busy. Well, we’ve been super busy around here lately and as evening rolls along, I have just not been feeling up to sitting here writing it all out. That, and sometimes I just don’t have the time. I vowed, last night, to catch up, but then last night slipped away as well. Sigh. “Tis the season. But I’m here now with a couple of links to past posts for yummy recipes and a new recipe and some general chat about what we’ve been up to.

our kitties, guarding the tree

our kitties, guarding the tree

Let’s see, there’s been caramel corn, and peppermint truffles, walks in the snow. There’s been a bit of shopping and some midnight visits with friends. There’s been ups and downs and big sleeps on some days and not enough on others. There has been appointments with the dentist (yay – he has no cavities) and lunch out.  There has been lots of snow play and, finally, Christmas lights up outside.

playing santa is serious business

playing santa is serious business

Today we finished up some things we didn’t get to earlier in the week. We were up and at’em first thing, out the door by 9:30 (a huge rarity in my world), and at the book store minutes later. Today we wanted to finally pick out our gift for our “child in need”. We do this every year and despite two failed attempts earlier this week…today, we got it. Isaac is always free to choose what he wants; any price, girl or boy, toy or game or book or science. Doesn’t matter. It’s his turn to “play Santa,” as we call it, and I really want him to embrace the experience and opportunity to give freely (something that doesn’t come naturally to him) so we avoid all restrictions and just go with it. His choice today? Battleship. The game. He’s excited by it and so we might need to find a way for Battleship to make it under the tree for him. We will see. In the meantime, we need to make it up to Merrymount to drop off our gift. (You can read here about our experience last year, our most moving, by far.)

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getting our ingredients ready

After we got home, we headed for the kitchen to make cookies. One of our favourite cookies to make this time of the year is a spicy molasses cookie. They don’t fall under our “primal-style” of eating, but at the holidays, we can be found making a few sweet concessions. This is one of them.

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my sweet helper

Ingredients

– 2 cups all-purpose flour (spooned and levelled)
– 1 1/2 tsp baking soda
– 1 tsp ground cinnamon
– 1/2 tsp ground nutmeg
– 1/2 salt
– 1 1/2 cup sugar
– 3/4 cup unsalted butter, softened
– 1 large egg
– 1/4 molasses

spicy molasses cookies

spicy molasses cookies

Directions

1. Preheat over to 350’F. In a medium bowl, whisk together flour, baking soda, cinnamon nutmeg and slat. In a shallow bowl, place 1/2 of the sugar, set aside.

2. With an electric mixer, beat butter and remaining cup of sugar until combined. Beat in egg and then molasses until combined. Reduce speed to low; gradually mix in dry ingredients, just until a dough forms.

3. Pinch off and roll dough into balls, each equal to 1 tbsp. Roll balls in reserved sugar to coat.

4. Arrange balls on baking sheets, about 3 inches apart. Bake, one at a time, until edges of cookies are just firm, 10 – 15 minutes (cookies can be baked two sheets at a time, but they will not crackle uniformly). Cool 1 minute on baking sheets; transfer to racks to cool completely. Store in an airtight container for up to for days.

Makes 36

***you may be inclined to over cook these – DON’T. Well, you can, they just get crunchy instead of chewy. Perfect for dipping in tea though, so maybe you’d prefer that. They are yummy both ways. But if you like them chewy, stop at 10 minutes and they’ll be perfect once cooled.

my new favourite picture of my sweet boy

my new favourite picture of my sweet boy

And that’s been our last few days. Busy and full and festive. Sorry it’s kept me away so long, I’ll try not to let that happen again as there is still so much to come in our 24 days of Christmas and lots to share. Stay tuned. :D

Happy Holidays,
Debbie

On this day, in years past:
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2011

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burning bright

This time of  the year, the sun is setting  before 5pm, and with the lack of sun in general, it is often pretty dark throughout the day. It’s the perfect time of the year to invite a little light into our lives. One of Isaac’s favourite ways to do this is to round up all our beeswax candles and have a bath. The warmth of the light and the lightness of the bubbles makes a perfect combination for just soaking and taking it all in.

dimming the lights

dimming the lights

Today we spent the day just hanging out. Oh, we had to clean under Isaac’s bed because OH. MY. GOODNESS! Apparently he’s been tossing everything under there that  he doesn’t feel like putting away.  Ahem!  Books, clothes, toys, drawings, etc. …all found under his bed.  It was insane. So we spent a bit of time cleaning that out and we talked about where things go, how it creates MORE work when we don’t put things back where they belong, and how we won’t do this again (fingers crossed).  As the afternoon wore on, Isaac was ready for his bath.

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contemplating

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my beautiful boy

While these pictures are a bit serious, he splashed and played and laughed so hard. Fred sat in the washroom with him and they told jokes, spoke in funny voices, and thoroughly entertained one another. Lots of water made it onto the floor, as I knew it would, so I had lots of towels at the ready. Having fun is far more important than a wet floor which can easily be mopped up.

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the glow

You know what else is important? Taking time to bask in the light and glow of home-made beeswax candles, hanging with your favourite people, enjoying the sound of laughter all around  you, bubbles and maybe,  just maybe, feeling like the most important kid in the world because all of this, and more, is served up JUST for you. Oh, I do love that sweet boy of mine.<3

Happy Holidays,
Debbie

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