Time For Thanks Giving…

October 5, 2016 at 12:03 am | Posted in Daddy-O, Depression, Food, Recipes, Sisters, Toeses and Noses | Leave a comment
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Fall is here and even though we can still wear shorts and t-shirts, it’s turkey time again. Actually, wearing shorts the second week of October isn’t all that unusual.  In Southern Ontario where we live, we often get an ‘Indian Summer‘ – a blissfully warm few days of gorgeous sunshine which follows the first frost of the season.  I haven’t noticed any frost lately, but it has been quite cool.  This past Summer was so hot, the cool weather was a blessed relief.

My Sister passed away last week.  She died from complications during a normal surgical procedure.  Saying she and I never got along was a mild understatement.  I shed about 5 tears.  Anyone who knows me, knows that is unusual because tv commercials can make me cry. Watching a particularly heart-wrenching episode of Grey’s Anatomy makes me sob.  I was despondent when my darling Dad passed away last year.  For my Sister, 5 tears.  I am free. Enough said.

Canadian Thanksgiving is this weekend and I’m hosting dinner – I’m so excited, I haven’t looked forward to anything in a long time.  I love cooking Turkey – the house always smells so wonderful that you can’t wait for dinner.

I told Lexy she was cooking the Turkey this year.  She’s a little panicked, thinking I was serious 😉

I wanted to post some of the side dishes I plan on serving.  I’ll add pictures later.  As I’ve said in previous posts,  I started this blog to record my children’s antics and to house some of the family recipes for them when they’re older.  As I found out last week, one never knows when your time will be up.

Slow-Cooker Butternut Squash

1 – Medium sized Butternut Squash, scrubbed and sliced in half length-wise, seeds removed

1/2 stick unsalted butter, softened

1/4 teaspoon Pumpkin Pie Spice

1/4 cup Brown Sugar

Water (enough to go halfway up the Squash in the Slow Cooker)

In a bowl, combine Butter, Brown Sugar and Pumpkin Pie Spice, mix until combine and spread over Squash halves.

Place the Squash halves cut side up in the slow cooker – cut into smaller pieces if they don’t fit properly – note they will shrink a bit as they cook.

Carefully pour water down the side of the Slow Cooker making sure you don’t pour directly on the Squash.  Cover and cook on high for 4-5 hours or on low for 6-7 hours or until the thickest part of the Squash is very soft when poked with a knife.

Carefully remove the Squash from the slow cooker, trying not to lose the sugar/butter mixture or burn yourself.  Note, you can keep the Squash in the Slow Cooker until you’re ready to eat, just make sure the cooker is turned off.

Using oven mitts if the Squash is too hot to hold in your hands, scrape the soft flesh into a large bowl with a spoon, careful not to get the tough skin and stir to combine all the yummy juices and spices.

I used to just use Cinnamon and Brown Sugar, but I also liked a bit of Nutmeg flavour.  Then I had a brain wave and decided to use Pumpkin Pie Spice which already has both of those plus Ground Ginger, Allspice and Cloves.  It’s a heady mixture that pairs amazingly with the succulent Squash.  Just go easy on it, a little goes a long way.  I suggest you start with 1/2 of the 1/4 teaspoon first, mix it with The Brown Sugar and sample – see if you like the flavour strength.  If not, add a bit more until you’re satisfied.  It’s so good – even Lexy likes it.

The next dish is one of my favourites and can be cooked when the Turkey is done – if your oven is like mine, the Turkey will take up the whole oven.  This dish is the ultimate comfort food, dreamy vegetables baked in herbs – amazing with gravy or on their own.  The beauty of this side dish is it doesn’t matter if you have this exact combination of root veggies, pick your favourites.

Oven Roasted Root Vegetables

2 Medium Sweet Potatoes, peeled and cubed into 1″ pieces

2 Large Parsnips, peeled and cubed into 1″ pieces

2 Medium Red Onions, peeled and cut into quarters

1 Rutabaga (or large Turnip), peeled, cubed into 1″ pieces

4-5 medium Yellow Fleshed Potatoes such as Yukon Gold (a Canadian invention by the way), peeled, cubed into 1″ pieces

4-5 medium Carrots, peeled, cut into 1″ pieces

1/4 to 1/2 cup vegetable oil

1/2 teaspoon dried Thyme

3/4 teaspoon dried Oregano

1/2 teaspoon dried Rosemary

1 teaspoon coarse Salt

Several rounds of Fresh Ground Black Pepper

Preheat your oven to 450F

Place all of the chopped veggies in a bowl.  The above quantities are an approximation – you will need enough veggies to fill a sheet pan completely, but loosely (to allow for flipping the veggies during cooking).

Drizzle the oil over the veggies and sprinkle on the seasoning, salt and several good rounds of fresh ground pepper, mix well to coat.

Place a length of non-stick Aluminum Foil on your sheet pan.  Dump the seasoned veggies on the pan and spread out evenly.

Place in the oven and cook for approximately 30 minutes and stir. Cook for another 30 minutes or until the veggies are fork tender and not burned.  Stir and flip the veggies so they caramelize and brown on all sides.

Place in a serving bowl and enjoy.  Try not to eat too many before they get to the table.

The veggies will hold in a covered dish on the stovetop for 4-5 hours if you want to make them in advance.  They can be served at room temperature.

Turkey Stuffing (for inside the bird)

My Mom’s recipe, it flavours the bird from the inside and tastes incredible.

1 Package Pork Sausage (Maple Leaf makes a great Pure Pork Sausage just for this purpose)
2 Slices dark Rye Bread (Dimpflmeier makes wonderful Rye but regular sandwich bread or pre seasoned turkey stuffing bread is also fine for this)
2 Cloves of Garlic, Minced
1 Large Onion Diced
1/2 tsp Poultry Seasoning
Ground Black Pepper
Garlic Powder

Sauté the diced onion until barely translucent. Add the minced Garlic and sauté for a few more minutes. Remove from heat. In a large mixing bowl, place the Pork Sausage, and the sautéed Onions and Garlic. Add 1/2 Tsp. Poultry Seasoning, several rounds of freshly ground Black Pepper, and 1/2 Tsp Garlic Powder.

Tear the bread into bite sized pieces and add them to the mixing bowl. Mix the mixture thoroughly but not too much that it all breaks down. Form into a loaf and stuff into the cavity of the bird (make sure there are no giblets in there first!).

When the Turkey is cooked, remove the stuffing – it should come out whole like a meatloaf. Slice and serve with dinner.

Dressing – for Outside the Bird

ingredients1 loaf Turkey Stuffing Bread (if you can’t find the pre seasoned bread, use a loaf of white bread and make sure you have lots of Poultry Seasoning)

Poultry seasoning (if you don’t have pre seasoned bread)

1 large onion diced

1 large clove Garlic, minced

2 half sticks unsalted butter, cut into slices – half for inside the mixture, the rest on top

4 packages OXO Chicken Bouillon powder and hot water prepared to package directions, set aside – note, you may not need all of the Bouillon; or you can use boxed low sodium Chicken Broth (Campbell’s)

Water, enough to fill the pan half way up the loaf

Saute onions until translucent and then add garlic. Saute for a few more minutes until the garlic is softened.  Remove from heat.

Make the bullion as directed on the package in a measuring cup.  Alternately pour a cup of boxed Chicken broth into a measuring cup.  Set aside.

torn-breadIn a large bowl, tear 1/3 of the loaf into small, bite-sized pieces.  If you used regular white bread, sprinkle liberally with Poultry Seasoning, then proceed to the next step.

If using the pre-seasoned loaf, scatter half the onion mixture over the bread.  Sprinkle some of the bouillon liquid or Chicken Stock over the bread and onions until the bread is just moistened.  The bread should hold a shape if you squeeze it in your hand, but it shouldn’t release any liquid. Add a few pats of butter. Mix to incorporate.

onion-bread-and-chicken-stockTear another 1/3 of the loaf and add the remaining onions and garlic and more bouillon or Chicken Stock as above.  If using the unseasoned loaf, add another round of Poultry Seasoning.  Mix.

Tear the remaining pieces and repeat as above.

Tear two pieces of Aluminum Foil and overlap slightly.  Dump the mixture onto the centre of the foil and shape into a loaf that will fit into the baking dish with some room on the sides of the dish.

ready-for-the-ovenPlace pats of butter all over the top and wrap the foil around the loaf so that the opening is at the top.  The dressing will steam in the oven, so the water can’t get in it.

Fill the pan with water, half way up the foil making sure water can’t  get into the package.

Place, covered, in a 350F oven for half an hour.  Remove lid and open the package for browning.  Place in the oven for another 1/2 hour.  The dressing is done when the top is crispy and a knife comes out clean when inserted into the middle.  So good with gravy 🙂

…And a Pinch to Grow an Inch!

February 6, 2016 at 7:38 am | Posted in Birthdays, Caityisms, Family Ties, My Kid is a Donut | Leave a comment
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It’s amazing how quickly time goes by.  Today is my littlest little-one’s 9th Birthday and it’s the last one of the single digits.  A lot happened this past year and she was always there with a hug and a smile for me.

You’ve become a remarkable young lady my Donut and I couldn’t be more proud of you.  I love you and hope you have a great Birthday full of monkeys, sprinkles and glitter… just not all at the same time 😉 💕

Happy Birthday, love Mama

Superman’s Last Flight…

September 9, 2015 at 9:24 pm | Posted in Daddy-O, Family Ties, Toeses and Noses | 2 Comments
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DadI lost my Dad yesterday.

He had Metastatic Prostate Cancer which spread to his bones, and I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy.

It was quite a shock, how quickly he left us.  It still seems surreal and I’m still numb.  Just a week ago I was with him and I was taking him for a walk around his new home – a long-term care facility – in his wheelchair.  He winced when we went over even the smallest bump in the pavement.  When we went from the sidewalk to the pavement, he groaned.  He stopped speaking.  He was so thin.

He never complained though.  It wasn’t his style.

Two weeks ago he would talk rather animatedly when my Brother and I came to visit.  He had many things to tell me.  I wish I stopped to listen.  At the time it seemed repetitive.  He would start a sentence and when he got to the end, he would begin again – very nearly saying the same exact thing over again.

I would love to hear his voice again.

Mom would pester him.  In their room she would wheel him beside her chair – she barely able to move him because she’s frail herself but she had to look after him – that was her job.  They were four weeks short of their 56th Wedding Anniversary, and he two months shy of his 92nd Birthday.  He died on my Birthday – nearly at the same hour at night that I was born.

He was my Superman.  Cancer was his Kryptonite.

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L-R: My Brother Rob, My Mom, Me and my Dad circa 1968 at our old house on Langley Ave, Toronto

He loved his family.  He was an amazing Grandfather – when my girls were small they were a bit shy when my Parents came over because my Mom would squeal and try to smother them in kisses and hugs; my Dad was the patient one.  He would get down to their level, on one knee, smile at them and talk to them very softly.  He would always win them over and they would go to him, they were Poppy’s Pets.  They adored him.

My daughter Lexy has his smile.

He was a family man.  He couldn’t catch a break when my brother and I were young.  For many years he could only find occasional work – a typical story for a blue-collar immigrant with a grade school education.  On my second birthday he finally landed a full-time job making $1 an hour – a veritable fortune.

My parents didn’t have a lot of money when I was a child – though it never felt like we had to do without – my Dad made a lot of the furniture pieces they needed.  I’ve inherited some of them.  For years I’ve had a three-legged, kidney-shaped table in my living room that my Dad made – I always tell the girls to be careful with it because it is older than I am.  They were always skeptical, but someday they’ll understand.  I hope the piece survives long enough for one of them to take it when they get older.

My Brother Rob is sitting on the 3-legged table as my Dad was putting it together

My Brother Rob is sitting on the 3-legged table as my Dad was putting it together

He didn’t sweat the small stuff.  Somehow everything would work itself out.  He’d been through too much in his life to let many things bother him.

He was always proud of my accomplishments especially when he walked me down the aisle when I married Alex, though his feet hurt so much in his rented shoes that he wouldn’t dance with me.

He was funny.  He had a lot of corny jokes which we always laughed at.

He was proud of his Danish heritage.  He was one of the few people I know who could stomach Akvavit.  It’s hard thinking of him in the past tense.

I promised him that we would move him to a facility closer to where we live.  We had it planned so that the girls would be able to see my parents more – that we could visit a couple of times a week.  He really wanted that.  I knew he was sick, but I didn’t expect him to go so fast.

There are so many things left unsaid.

I love you, Dad.

Andy - November 2, 1923-September 8, 2015

Andy – November 2, 1923-September 8, 2015

Who Said You Could Grow Up…?

February 6, 2015 at 4:00 am | Posted in All Things George, Birthdays, Caityisms, Family Ties, My Kid is a Donut, Sisters | Leave a comment
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Happy 8th Birthday, Donut 🙂 Today is the day that you can officially give up your car booster seat.  Today is the day that there will no longer be little Goat feet kicking the back of Daddy’s seat when we go for a ride somewhere.  Today is the day that Momma cancels each year so that you will stay my littlest-little one, for a bit longer anyway.

You’re growing in leaps and bounds and you’re in such a hurry to grow up so you can be a big girl like your Sister, Lexy.

Always my girl, you’ve told me time and again that you’re never moving out.

I should have much more to write about you, to you, I want to tell you how proud I am of you.  I want you to know that I think you are so beautiful and intelligent.  I want you to know how funny and kind you are.  I need you to know most of all that you are loved, without a doubt.

I hope your Birthday wishes and dreams all come true and somehow you can stay my little one for a while longer.  Happy Birthday Caity 🙂 Love Momma.

 

11 Already??

July 12, 2014 at 7:00 am | Posted in All Things Doodle, Family Ties, Sisters, Toeses and Noses | Leave a comment
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Dear Lexy:

Every year for your Birthday, I always write a post to let you know how much I love you (here, here, here, here, here…).  This year is no different.

IMG-20140711-00709Somehow the past 11 years have slipped away.  It seems like yesterday I was having and holding a squeaky little thing that I wasn’t sure I would know what to do with.  We learned together and somehow I figured it out.  Babies don’t come with instruction manuals, and you certainly didn’t.  I think that’s what has made it much more fun.

A parent’s responsibility is to teach their children the many things they will need to know in life.  I’ve tried really hard to do just that and have loved every minute of it.  You filled a place in my heart that I didn’t know was missing until you were born. I’m thrilled with the young lady you’re growing into.  Like I’ve said before,  you make me proud every day.  You’re smart and beautiful and have a generous heart. You love to sing and act and write. You take care of your family when we don’t realize we need you to.  Your little sister adores you, you are her best friend.

I want many things for you in life, my Doodle.  I want you to be happy.  I hope you will have a life filled with happiness – with good friends and family all around you.  I want you to be accomplished.  You are so smart and I know you can do anything you put your mind to.  I hope it leads you to a career you can be proud of (so far you’ve said you want to be a Teacher, a Writer and a Vet’s Assistant).  I hope that if it’s in your plan, that you find a man who loves you and treats you well.  If it is what you desire, I hope you have children so that you will find out how wonderful they are and understand how I feel about you.

Please slow down a little bit.  You’re growing up way too fast and I can’t keep up.  It won’t be long before you won’t need me anymore, but I hope you always will.  I love you.  Happy Birthday Doodle.  Love Mom.

@Dove … I Love You

May 19, 2014 at 1:21 pm | Posted in All Things Doodle, Miscellaneous Crap, My Kid is a Donut, Toeses and Noses | Leave a comment
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Dove has promoted positive body images for a long time now, and it’s a campaign more people should pay attention to.  For too long, across all media platforms, have there been images of what others consider ‘real beauty’ to be.  Stick thin models in bizarre makeup wearing little-to-no clothing.  That’s their image of a perfect woman.

The latest commercial from Dove asks one simple question.  ‘What went wrong?’  (see the ad here)

What did go wrong?  When did we stop loving ourselves and stop thinking we (all women) aren’t beautiful?  What message is this sending to our children?

I never want my girls to grow up thinking that they are unacceptable in society in any way.  I tell them daily that they are wonderful, beautiful people and how proud I am of their accomplishments.  My oldest daughter is entering that horrible, painfully awkward adolescent phase where she’s beginning to grow into her body (think of a big Labrador puppy who hasn’t grown into his feet yet).  I hated that phase and it left a lot of emotional scarring.   One boyfriend I had in high school told me I needed to lose weight because I was too fat.  I weighed 115 pounds.  If he could only see me now, I wonder what he’d say?  My ‘best’ friend at the time used to tease me and actually had me believe that I was terribly flat chested throughout high school.  Back then I was a C-cup.  After having two kids, I’m DD, and about 50 pounds heavier than my ‘ideal’ weight.  I have huge self-esteem issues.  I feel like a barrel with legs.  To my daughters, I’m beautiful. That’s all that matters.

Girls have enough to go through without thinking they aren’t good enough.  Huffington Post posted an article about a lady named Taryn Brumfitt who is creating a documentary which shows it’s ok to be ‘normal’.   The video she made is very moving and enlightening.  “How am I ever going to teach Mikaela to love her body as it is, if her Mummy can’t do the same?”

The Dove commercial made me think about myself.  The last time I posed for a picture was with my two kids, about seven years ago.  I have avoided pictures since then like the plague.  I don’t like how I look.  I have tons of pictures of the girls and so far they seem happy to pose for them.

I want my girls to grow up well-adjusted, in a world that accepts people for who they are.  I applaud Dove for trying to achieve that and I hope they do.  Heck, they’re even trying to get armpits accepted into society!  If they can do that, anything’s achievable 😉

Conversing With a Donut

April 28, 2014 at 8:20 pm | Posted in Caityisms, Miscellaneous Crap, Movies, My Kid is a Donut | Leave a comment
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We took the girls to see “The Muppets Most Wanted” yesterday.  It was a better movie than we thought it would be and the girls were happy to finally see it.

At one pivotal plot point, where Miss Piggy is about to marry “Kermit”, Caity got all excited and turned to me, “Mama, do you see that guy with the blonde hair?”

“Yes…?”

“That’s Ross Lynch!”

“Who’s Ross Lynch?”

“The guy with the flowers…” She said, getting impatient with me.

“But who is it, Cait?”

“Mama, that’s ROSS LYNCH!”, she said as if saying it louder will make me understand.

“Caity, who’s Ross Lynch??”

Caity sighed… “The guy with the flowers…”

I could hear my 7 year old do a mental head slap as I tried to follow her line of reasoning…

Tick, Tock, Caity’s a Clock…

April 1, 2014 at 6:42 am | Posted in Caityisms, Family Ties, Kidney Disease, Miscellaneous Crap, Sisters | Leave a comment
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5:30 a.m. Comes early, especially when you just fell asleep around 1:00 a.m.

I’m tired. I’m tired of not sleeping. I’m pretty sure it’s the direct result of the increase in Thyroid medication I received last month. One of the side effects of too high a dose is insomnia. Great, as if I wasn’t grouchy before.

It gives me time to think though. That’s all I seem to be doing when I’m lying there, tossing and turning all friggin’ night. When I sleep upstairs, I can hear the soft snores and breathing of my youngest, as she sleeps in her room next to mine. She moans in her sleep – I’m not sure if it’s because something hurts (she gets Kidney Stones, Asthma and infections frequently), or if it’s due to a dream she’s having that’s upsetting her. It’s also hereditary… Her Dad and Grandmother also moan when they’re sleeping, so I’m at a loss what to do.

I worry. When I’m not sleeping, I worry. What else is there to do when you can’t sleep, and you’re rolling around endlessly listening to your kid sleep in the next room? I worry about my kids the most. I suppose that’s what any Parent is supposed to do.

Cait doesn’t sleep as well as she should and I’m sure she is sleep deprived much of the time. She will argue with you at the end of the day after having a meltdown that she’s “NOT TIRED!!”. How can you argue with that logic?

Caity wakes up exhausted and then ends up fighting with her Sister when they go through their morning routine. She’s like me that way though, if you wake me up, look out, grumpy bear needs more hibernation time.

When I came home yesterday with the girls, they were emptying their lunch bags and getting their school stuff ready for this morning. Caity was going on about something, she said she fell during gym and hit her leg. The reason she was so squeaky was that her leg hurt. I hugged her and said my usual thing when she’s having a bad day “oh Baby Girl…”.

Cait got more upset. “Why do you call me that? I’m a big girl”.

“I’m sorry… I was just teasing.”

Then she started crying. “Mommy, teasing isn’t nice!”

She had me there. The school is teaching them (and rightly so) that teasing is bad and shouldn’t be tolerated. I apologized and hugged her some more.

My Husband says I coddle her, but how can I not when the underlying Mother’s guilt is always there? Caity’s had health issues since the day she was born, and no matter what anyone says, I will always feel guilty about not pushing her out into this world harder so she wouldn’t have been in distress. I will always feel like I caused her respiratory problems (whether or not I did). Cait just has to look up at me with those tear filled eyes, and I want to do anything in my power to make it better.

I could just feel Lexy rolling her eyes at the two of us.

I wonder if I can get 45 more minutes of sleep before I have to wake up… I doubt it.

Officially a Big Girl Now

February 6, 2014 at 12:52 am | Posted in Caityisms, Family Ties, My Kid is a Donut | Leave a comment
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I tucked the girls in last night, and had my fill of six year old toes… This is my annual Happy Birthday post to my beautiful donut. Cait turns 7 today and for once I’m not completely overwhelmed with emotion, we’ll see how I am at the end of this post… :-S.

Caity, you grow more beautiful with every passing day. You still have your entire family wrapped around your little finger and I think that will never change. At least I hope not.

You make me so proud all the time with the things that you do. Often I ask you, although I am kidding when I say it, “who made you so smart..?” You don’t even look up, or skip a beat and say “I did.”

Thank goodness you still try to crawl in my lap and even maul me at times. I’m so lucky to be so loved by someone so special.

Happy Birthday to my monkey loving littlest-little one. I hope one day all your dreams come true.

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Maybe Next Year, Santa Can Help…

January 4, 2014 at 1:29 am | Posted in Caityisms, Christmas, Family Ties, My Kid is a Donut | Leave a comment
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As I’ve often written before, my kids are my life. There isn’t anything that I wouldn’t do for them, but this time I don’t think there is anything that I can do.

It’s often been said that my kids are mini versions of me. Lexy looks just like me but with brown hair and Caity has most of my features but is a combination of both her parents. I realized lately just how much like me Caity really is.

Just before Christmas, we were watching the Santa Buddies movie while the girls ate their dinner. There is one scene where the ‘bad’ guy, Stan Crug (rhymes with Scrooge) – played by Christopher Lloyd, is asked by a sick boy’s father if he would donate a puppy to his son for Christmas. Crug denies the request and says that if he wants the dog, the Dad will have to pay for it. The Dad explains that they have no money for the animal and leaves, dejected.

Just as the scene ended, I could hear Caity crying in the kitchen. I asked her what was wrong and she said that the man on the screen was very mean and it made her very sad. She cried for about 10 minutes until the movie got happy again.

I cry during Grey’s Anatomy. I cry at Bell commercials. I cry reading sappy birthday cards at the drug store. The stage version of Les Miserables brings me to tears. I’ve always been this way. Work had been very stressful this past Fall and I would frequently end up in tears because of the tough decisions which were being made that I had no control over. A friend of mine said that I was born with a birth defect, my tear ducts are too close to my heart …

Caity appears to have the same condition.

Tonight the four of us were watching TV and during one of the countless marathons a commercial for one of those ‘save the children’ programs came on, with John Lennon singing “Happy Christmas/War is Over” in the background. There were many sad faces of destitute, orphaned children on the screen. Caity started crying again. Actually she started sobbing. Hard.

I asked her what was the matter and she said she was sad about the orphans. I tried to reassure her but nothing was working. I pulled her onto my lap for a cuddle, which is the one sure way of finding comfort for her and usually calms her down quickly. She sobbed on my shoulder.

She lifted her head and looked at me and said, “Mummy, I know what I’m going to ask Santa for next year…”

“Oh? What’s that?”

“I’m going to ask Santa to give all those Orphans new Parents so that they won’t be lonely at Christmas”.

I told her that was a lovely thing to do. Caity surprises me sometimes. She’s only six, but she already has so much empathy. I’ve always known her to be a sweet child who doesn’t like to see someone upset or hurt. She will always try to help them, especially at school. Yes, she can be a little devil and the world’s biggest pest sometimes, but she has the most endearing qualities too. It is very sweet knowing that she has complete and total faith in Santa, that he can do anything. I just don’t know how he will pull this one off.

I’m sure it’s because she’s been sick with Bronchitis this week and her defences are down, but she nearly made me cry tonight. Alex rolled his eyes at us and Lexy said that we should try to adopt a kid next year.

Earlier this year, Caity told me that she wanted to empty her piggy bank and give the money to someone who really needs it. Maybe this is an opportunity to teach the girls about charitable giving. We’ll have to look for a good cause or two to support. It sounds like something we can do as a family.

My Girls

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