by Sylvia McNicoll | Mar 5, 2009 | Sylvia McNicoll
Originally, the new baby was scheduled for January 5th but the birthday was moved back to December 20. Christmas Eve,
Jennifer( eldest daughter) began experiencing contractions. It was surreal timing them instead of concentrating on more mundane things such as opening gifts.
Five-fifteen on Christmas morning, Jadzia finally made her appearance. Bob and I were in charge of William, her brother, and it was only us three for Christmas dinner. Later, we sent a Christmas meal to the hospital because Joseph Brant’s idea of the traditional meal was fish sticks.
No present could have stood up to the excitement of the Christmas birth so it was a good year to go without stuff.
by Sylvia McNicoll | Mar 5, 2009 | Sylvia McNicoll
So much time has gone by but I did want to record some high events from the end of 2008. The most important one won’t be mentioned right in this blog as I have to hunt for a camera cord connection to upload a good image.
This year I decided on no presents for adults. It sounds like a me, me decision but I consulted around the family. No consensus was ever reached on a time when all four families could meet even though I was willing to put on lavish spreads for any day they chose. So we couldn’t opt for a Secret Santa or that gift game where there’s a lot of trading back and forth.
It was the right decision financially for my family. Emotionally it was a downer because shopping for that perfect gift, whether you achieve it or not, is fun.
Still some highlights of Christmas that don’t involve presents were: We went to the city with Hunter to see Aladdin, the Ross Petty musical. Very funny. And we ate burritos for a magazine Whine and Dine review before. I even enjoyed a
margarita in a plastic glass and we still came in under budget. The Christmas tree is from Nathan Philips Square. City decorations are always a highlight for me.
We also went snowshoeing for Today’s Parent Toronto. You can read about that in the March issue. I just keep hoping it will snow one more time so readers can try it for themselves. The highlight really was just the absolute prettiness of all that snow. It’s something I wrote about again and again in my last Wild Life book: The Nine MInute Disaster Zone.
That book and the March deadline was the main reason for no postings all this time.
Now I shall go hunt for a photo to document the most exciting Christmas event of all.
by Sylvia McNicoll | Dec 3, 2008 | Sylvia McNicoll
This is an x-ray of my well healed wrist. The technician took a buzz saw to my cast and off it came. It was scary and I felt an uncomfortable warmth when the blade neared the swollen part of my wrist. Afterwards I could wash my whole hand and arm. The fingers looked white, the tanned skin of my wrist and arm flaked off like on a glazed donut. That wrist still looks plump and feels very odd. I can’t hold a coffee cup even empty in my left hand. Actually, the doctor observed me holding my book in it and was impressed. But I did go swimming and soaking in the hot tub as therapy.
by Sylvia McNicoll | Dec 3, 2008 | Sylvia McNicoll
If you don’t have to shovel, snow is great. Way better than grey wet days. Here’s Mortie
enjoying a frolic. Then I noticed he was lifting and limping on his hind paws. Zeller’s had a sale on doggie boots but instead I found this parka. Nothing says winter dog fashion better…don’t you think.
by Sylvia McNicoll | Nov 5, 2008 | Sylvia McNicoll
While I haven’t been officially notified, a fellow writer friend Jo-Ellen Bogart emailed me that my novel Beauty Returns had been nominated for this teen choice award. The email came
late on Tuesday night when we had stayed up to watch Obama speak after he won the election.
What a delightful surprise! I love the voting awards because so many more kids read the book as a result. I can only hope I make it out to BC to visit some of readers there.
by Sylvia McNicoll | Nov 5, 2008 | Sylvia McNicoll
There’s nothing nicer that a sunny fall day at Bronte Creek with Mortie and Will–two best friends since they were little. Wait a minute they’re still little.
You have to wonder what they’re so intent on, right? They’re both staring at the bunny who oddly enough will not come to them despite their whimpers and desperate clawing. The ducks, the playground, the best leash free park in the world–Bronte Creek is my favourite place to skip work for.
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