Today, as we were looking at the plants at home depot, Olivia saw that they left the hose on with the sprayer attached, lying on the floor unattended. Thinking quickly she picked it up and pointed it at the first home depot employee she saw. The lady’s eyes widened in surprise! Just as she was about to turn it on and soak the lady, she noticed everyone watching her. Hehe, so she decided to be a good girl, put the hose down and got the hell out of there.

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Hearing an odd sound shuffling coming down the stairs, I quickly run over to see the commotion.

I saw Olivia flying down the stairs on a large inflatable swimming tube, she slid right down on our long flight stairs and crashed into the wall! That's a very high slide for a little four year old girl.

I asked if she was ok, thinking she may have hurt herself. Olivia only laughed and was tickled about how much fun she just had!

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Happy Canada Day!?

We just finished having a wonderful brunch next door. Champagne, chocolate crepes, bacon, eggs and more... Then a pool party what a wonderful way to start the day! After a few hours we went home to relax on our front patio with our kids and friend guy.

A lady comes up and joins us, plays with Olivia hair then opens my front door and walks right in!? Interesting! Wait a minute here! What? Have we even met before!? LOL.

Oh yes, I did see her at the party we were just at only a half an hour before. She just made a mistake entering the wrong house. No harm was done.

She stood in shock as she looked around in wonder. She quickly scanned around the rooms now in front of her. As the thought of where am I hit her mind!? She left the same way she came in. She was stunned and confused, “now full well knowing she entered the wrong house!”

Too funny! I asked her if she was enjoying the Champagne. A huge smile creep upon her face as her check turned a little red. She responded with YES! And mumbles something about it being enjoyable!

We could only giggle! And say Cheers, Happy Canada Day.

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Casssie hooker is one of my best friends how has helped me with editing and support of writing my novel “Shrinking Forward”. She has her own website called Frugalfranny.ca. It about going green for healthy housekeeping!


Check it out!http://frugalfanny.ca/

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We just had a 5.5 earthquake! It lasted about a minute and a half (108 seconds - according to google). Our house shook enough that Mike and I each ran and grabbed a kid and stood under a sturdy archway.

Having battled earwigs earlier, Olivia kept asking if a giant earwig was shaking the house......

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 http://www.amazon.com/Shrinking-Forward-Nathalie-M-Leblanc/dp/0981150454/

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Two year olds can cook?

Owens first attempt at making his own rice cereal. Owen has watched me make his rice cereal for a while now and yesterday he figured he would make an attempt at doing it by himself.

I guess it really isn't a bad thing that he tried to copy me and make his own cereal.

He selected a large plastic cup to use. (I normal put 1 tbsp. of dried rice cereal with his milk. He loves it that way!) Owen added 4 cups of dried cereal then water from our automat water dispenser. He managed to carry the large cup full of slop into my office without spilling.

Wanting to show me he was a big boy making his own food.
He then quickly took one large gulp of the mushy mess and started to cry as the dried cereal filled his mouth. The shocked look on his face that his recipe was awful was priceless!

Needless to say, when I went into the kitchen it was a little messy. LOL.

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Shrinking Forward
By Nathalie Leblanc

The vile wizard Edgar has destroyed Fairmont Island, which was once ruled by the kind and benevolent Queen Marina, a faerie. After Edgar destroyed her beautiful homeland, and set fire to the trees, he deposed the queen and imprisoned her people, the Magical Flyers. Like tiny human beings with wings, or elves, the Flyers lost their happy days and were cruelly incarcerated in silver cages, and physically forced into helping the notorious wizard rebuild Marina's castle to his liking. The elderly Edgar is obsessed with finding The Book of Faeyess, a tome that explains how the Magical Flyers can live so long -- a book like no other, this mysterious and elusive work carries the secret to the mystery of longevity. And Edgar must find it soon to prolong his life, which is coming to an end because of his advancing age.

One day shy of 13 Samantha is insecure about her position in the family. Her two brothers are biologically related to their father but she is not. Her father favours the boys and they tease her mercilessly. To add insult to injury, she has entered puberty, struggles with acne and low self-esteem, and her family has forgotten her birthday! What a perfect time for Samantha to take off on an adventure with her best friend Catherine.

The two girls explore a haunted house, find a magic coat, and suddenly discover a passage into another world where although they are only in seventh grade, they are in charge of saving Marina and the Mystical Flyers. The fate of Fairmont Island lies in their young hands.

Shrinking Forward is rife with unique characters, innovative concepts, and enchanting ideas. The book has a powerful message for young people: “Smaller creatures have moved mountains. Size is no limitation! One’s own will decides what one is capable of doing!” Marina tells the girls. If you’re looking for suspense, action, a classic battle between good and evil, and a dab of romance, this delightful book will not disappoint.

Reviewed by,Sigrid Macdonald.She is a book coach, a manuscript evaluator, and the author of three books. She resides in Ottawa, Ontario.

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At 9pm last night, in a panic Meagan ran out of her room into mind. She told me she heard footsteps above the attic door! I didn’t know what to think after this. I told her to say in my room with Owen. Then I closed the door behind me as I left the room. I went to the attic door that led to the roof. I also heard odd footsteps and creaking above the attic door. Next, I counted all the kids to make sure they were all in their beds, like they were supposed to be. When all four kids were accounted for, I went quickly to get Mike whom was working downstairs at the time.

I told him Meagan and I could hear footsteps above the attic door! He immediately went upstairs to investigate. He too could hear strange noises! But what was it? While I stood watch, he quickly went to get a large flashlight and ladder to climb up and inspect the inside of the attic.

Mike raddled the door, making sure if he opened it a raccoon or some kind of wild animal wouldn’t fall right on his face.

So I waited… and waited.

Nothing moved about or was disturbed.

What had we heard for the last twenty minutes then? Maybe it was the ghost in our attic or was it just creaking sounds of an old house setting down for the night?

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Today we went to the Brick to ask them once again to fix the couch we bought from them! We purchased an extended warranty package. Which I have to say was an excellent idea on Mike’s part! After 2 hours of shopping around and waiting for response. Olivia was very bored. The sales lady said Olivia could go play on the beds. My four year old Olivia took full advantage of the situation and decided to go bed jumping. She went from one side of the room and bounded herself all the way to the other, in a long row of ten beds! Olivia thought it was the greatest thing in the world. The best part about going to the Brick today. Clearly, Olivia jumping on the beds. VERY FUNNY!!!

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Meagan tried to take my home cordless phone to school today! Thinking it could work just like a cell phone, when it’s just a regular phone! LOL. She called her grandmother from the bus stop! Which it did work from that distance, since it’s only across the road. Luckily, Grandma called back because she wanted me to know that Meagan had my phone. She got caught when the phone was ringing. It would have been an interesting day without a phone to use!

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2008-05-31
Meagan and Joyce wanted to dig the deepest hole ever in our backyard. When I asked them, why were they digging such a deep hole? “They claimed that if they dig far enough they will reach China.”

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Night and day brought nothing but pain, for the light was everywhere. It hunted her, tortured her, and drove her to hide beneath the safety of her thick blankets. Even then, she felt it worm it's way in toward her, like an evil spirit wanting to burn her skin; sizzling her flesh, like an egg frying for breakfast in the early morning.
The brightness hid everywhere. It was so hot that it felt as though it could burn a hole right through her head. The numbers on her stove clock glowed in a brilliant heat that seemed to beam outwards, like an arm with a lit match. Taunting her... hunting her... ready to cook her for lunch.
With every step she took, darkness needed to surround her. There was only safety in the shadows, but it brought a sadness upon her soul that crept up into madness. Another day... Still, light tried to penetrate her, burning her, igniting her on fire as if she deserved to be burned alive. Invisible burns cover her entire body; only she could see them.
“HELP ME!” she cried, allowed.
Nobody answered... mocking laughter and giggles echoed her mind.
“That’s a bit extreme!” one voice answered.
“Wait... time will make it go away,” said another.
Why did they laugh at her suffering? Did they enjoy her pain?
No one believed the light hunted her, brought insanity upon her soul. It invaded her mind, like an army invading an enemy country. She was transformed into a shell, her soul floating away from her.
The morning sun was her worst enemy, as she fought to see. Her body and mind wouldn’t allow the light to come in...Her eyes were forced to weld shut. The light brought her blindness, a total darkness that spread out around her.
Another day, the battle was lost... Walking around in her castle, little beams of light chased her from one room to the next. Sunglasses were worn for protection, and she moved her head quickly to avoid the light, trying to stay in the shadows and darkness. Making sure the light wouldn’t catch her. She waited, hoping it wouldn’t cook her alive today. Her tears may have fallen from heaven... but her body was burning in Hell.

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May 31st 2010. This morning smoke filled the air in my house. Wondering what was going on, I quickly opened the back door to see where it was coming from!? I could see a few ashes floating in the wind. We closed all our windows to prevent more smoke coming into the house, which only helped a little. I went outside to see if a nearby house was on fire. Wanting to make sure it was safe to send my kids to school today! Smoke and smog filled the air.
Thankfully, there are no nearby houses on fire. Walking about I quickly learned the air here in Ottawa is filled with smoke and smog from the forest fires in Quebec. Unfortunately, these fires had been started by lightning storms on Tuesday night.
When reading the Ottawa Newspaper online this morning I found out there are 1,400 people forced from their homes because of forest fires near the Wemotaci First Nation in central Quebec. There are a total of 57 fires burning in Quebec, including 14 that are considered out of control. So far, 90,000 hectares have been hit with the blazing fires.
Meagan and Joyce where scared of breathing in the smoke. So they put their sweater over their mouth and nose to use it as a mask at the bus stop today. Hopefully the forest fires are put out soon! According to the Ottawa Newspaper we may be living at least 1 week in the smog and smoke filled air.
That's nature.

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A mother’s nightmare

It was mid-afternoon October 31st when I put 6 month old Owen in his swing and sat 2 year old Olivia down to watch cartoons and eat their cookies. I went into the kitchen to unload the dishwasher, and not even two minutes had pasted before I put the plates away and went to check on them. Owen was in his swing, looking down at the cookie he had dropped... but Olivia was nowhere to be seen.
‘Wonderful,’ I thought to myself. Calling her name a few times proved fruitless. The house was silent. Figuring she was up to no good, I ran upstairs to check in the bathroom and bedrooms, leaving Owen safely in his swing. I checked all the rooms on the upper level, and still couldn’t find her.
“Ok,” I said aloud. “If she’s not on the main floor or upstairs, she must be in the basement.” As I went downstairs again, I called her name softly, and was still not answered. The gate leading to the basement squealed a bit as it opened, and I carefully picked my way down the treacherously steep and narrow staircase that led into two small rooms. By now, 5 minutes have passed, and I was getting nervous. Why was she not answering me? Where could she be? Was she hurt? Olivia wasn’t in either of our two basement rooms. Could someone have come in and taken her without me noticing?
Time was ticking by, and I dashed back upstairs, almost yelling her name franticly. Only Owen’s gurgling was heard in the otherwise quiet house. I yanked open every cupboard in the kitchen, looked behind every piece of furniture, tore apart the pile of laundry that was lying on the couch, and then ran back upstairs for a better look there, calling her name louder each time. When that proved useless, I checked the empty front yard quickly, and then ran to the back of the house and searched the back yard.
Still nothing...
Back in the living room, Owen was still sitting in his swing, happily oblivious to everything that was going on around him. Panic set in as I ran around the house, searching nook and cranny I could think of. By this time, I was envisioning the worst: that someone took her, or that she had hit her head and couldn’t answer me. 20 minutes had gone by since I first noticed she was missing. This time as I dashed around the main floor, I picked Owen up out of his swing and headed back toward the front door. There, I threw open the door and yelled her name as loud as I could.
Across the street, my neighbour was out in his yard. I yelled to him that I could not find my two year old girl anywhere. Within minutes, there were 5 more people searching the area for her. I closed the door and continued to search the house. I put Owen in his playpen, where he was safe and happy. I dashed about; flinging clothes, blankets, towels, and other loose things about, hoping to find her under them. This time, on my way down the stairs leading to the second floor, I knocked my husband’s framed diploma to the ground, where the glass smashed into a million little pieces.
I ignored the glass for the moment, and reached for the phone in the kitchen to call my husband and tell him what was happening. At this point, I was getting ready to call the police. I picked up a now-crying Owen and walked back outside. One of the men who had come to help me find my baby told me to calm down, but I was so panicked that I can’t even remember what I said to him. All I knew was that I couldn’t find my little girl!
After a few moments outside I walked back into the house and into the living room. Suddenly, there was a shuffling sound of coats and boots sliding ag

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