Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
I had fun taking the photo below. Aidan was a very good model, he actually gets upset now when I put the camera away! I just love the little Batman Pj's my mom got him for Christmas (that James picked out). One can never have enough super heroes around (especially when you are as clumsy as me).
Monday, December 29, 2008
Aidan had a ride in the sled, and seemed very intrigued by the white stuff, but even more excited about his brothers throwing snowballs.
Speaking of ducks, I'm posting my favourite "barnyard" photos of him. He's getting good at saying "moo", "quack", and he pants like a puppy. The barn is one of his favourite toys.
My husband doesn't like that last photo because he said Aidan's head looks enormous and cartoonish - but I quite like it. He often looks up at us like that, and I love those blue eyes searching mine!
I love the determination in Aidan's body language - he is trying so hard to support himself, and he really is quite proud. It reminds me of the Friendly Giant.
I'm remembering two Christmases ago and how we were so stressed waiting for Aidan's heart surgery. The most difficult part seemed to be keeping him away from people with colds. When we were invited to the Christmas party for the Variety Heart Centre - we couldn't say no (despite my germophobic tendencies at the time).
It turned out to be a nice evening, with a visit from Santa. The photo of Aidan was in the newspaper the next morning with a headline that read: All he wants for Christmas is a heart that is whole. James and I were excited to see the photo, but the headline was awfully depressing! This photo doesn't even look like Aidan to me - but it's him alright! He sat in Santa's arms for nearly 20 minutes while an embarrassing amount of photos were taken.
A week later, Leah, our cardiac nurse phoned to say Aidan's Christmas wish came true - we had a date set for the beginning of January to go to Edmonton for the surgery. We were so relieved. And you know what - it restored my belief in the power of Santa Claus!
Sunday, December 28, 2008
I never thought of my boys as being "Prarie boys", but I guess they were until now! Just a week ago they were complaining that it never snows on Vancouver Island. I think my oldest was actually quite depressed at the thought of not being able to build snow forts and go tobogganing this year. Lucky for us, the snow came and came and came - the lads feel at home now.
These little men of mine have lived in every Canadian Province from Manitoba to British Columbia. I wonder how they will define themselves when they are no longer little. Will their Prairie memories be endearing to them? Will they come to think of themselves as West Coasters? So much to ponder on a Winter evening. . .