A Shout Out to My Blogger Girls

Do you ever feel like you just want to send out awesome warm squishy hugs to people you’ve been thinking of?

For me, today is one of those days.

I won’t name names, but it’s been a bad week for many of you who I follow. You will know who you are.

You lost yours at 4 weeks. Shortly after the exciting BFP. Now you bleed more than blood I’m sure. Thinking of you.

You lost yours at 8 weeks. A blighted ovum. A broken heart. Your angel baby and mine are becoming cute hapa friends somewhere nice right now. Sweet sorrowful kisses for you and J.

Your partner lost her mom. A grief that we all fear. In it perhaps there is hope in the renewal of things. Do you believe in reincarnation?

Sending love to you all. You are in my thoughts.


Is home to me. I arrived last night and it has been absolute bliss so far, even though I miss DW and our fur babies like crazy.

It started off with using a West Jet Buddy Pass gifted to me annually by a very good friend of mine, who is an employee of the company. I paid about a quarter of the regular priced fare, and then got an entire row to myself!


Look at this view as we made our descent:


I definitely took this backdrop for granted my entire childhood. I didn’t realize how amazing the mountains were until I moved away.

Standing on almost any street, you have a decent view of the mountains.

We spent today (Canada Day) at Granville Island. We took the Aquabus from Yaletown, and on our boat was a cute interracial couple with their adorable mixed Asian-Caucasian baby. One of the women was also about 6 months pregnant. I felt really sad for a moment, but said to my mom, “Maybe you’ll have some grand-babies bring to Granville Island next year”. We then reminisced how lucky I was that we visited the market and fed the birds almost every week, and developed a really strong appreciation of art and the process of creating it (my mom is a painter as well). It makes me feel a bit bad that we will be raising our kids in the suburbs, where there isn’t an equivalent artist presence. Unfortunately, downtown Toronto is unaffordable for the space that we want. I could live on a small lot, or condo or loft, but DW would be miserable in high-density living. She needs her yard, as does the big dog. It’s one of the few things that we disagree on. It’s also something I could spend an entire post writing about.

At Granville Island we admired the work of many artisans. We chatted with some art enthusiasts. We bought some salmon jerky and maple syrup salmon bites. We picked out several appetizers: grilled whole artichokes, tomato bocconcini salad, and an amazing balsamic-olive spinach salad for lunch.

I love Haida art and bought a t-shirt with an eagle on it. I am still looking for the right Haida ring or earrings.

Then, we took the Aquabus back, and headed to our Chinese massages. I emphasized the Chinese aspect of the massage because it is a whole lot deeper (and somewhat painful), but very therapeutic. I had 2 amazing hours of massage, which I liken to being meat tenderized. It was amazing, and I will be returning again before I leave.

This evening we will be buying some fresh seafood straight from the fishermen/women who caught it, we will pick greens from my mom’s garden, and we will feast.

Pretty awesome mother-daughter day I’d say!